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Pew Leaflet 7th June 2015

Barbara Caruthers has returned from her holiday and we are grateful for normal service being resumed.  Thank you Barbara.

Sunday June 7th 2015  Trinity 1

The Feast of Corpus Christi

The Feast of Corpus Christi developed in the Middle Ages partly out of popular devotion to the presence of Christ in the Eucharist, and partly as a response to various heresies which denied the Real Presence of Christ in the consecrated bread and wine

Lord Jesus Christ, we thank you that in this wonderful sacrament you have given us the memorial of your passion: Grant us so to reverence the sacred mysteries Of your body and blood That we may know within ourselves And show forth in our lives The fruits of you redemption; For you are alive and reign with the Father In the unity of the Holy spirit,

One God, now and forever.

HYMNS: CG 66, A&M 128, A7M 170 (omit v.3) , CG 74 (omit v.3).

READINGS:

Genesis 3:8—15 (P.5);   2 Corinthians 4: 13—5:1 (P. 1160);

John 6: 51 –58 (P.1071)

FUTURE DIARY EVENTS

Wednesday 3rd June, 7.30 pm

A Good Look at Music In Liturgy

St. Paul’s Meeting Room, Muirs, Kinross

Alastair Warwick (RSCM Co-ordinator for Scotland) and Rev.

David Mackenzie Mills (Rector, St. Paul’s and former Precentor

are offering our diocese an opportunity to explore the use of music in our worship, particularly at the Eucharist. The invitation is for everyone but clergy and church musicians are especially welcome. Let Alicia Rootes at the Diocesan Office know if you are planning to come along so we can arrange resources and catering.

Sunday 21st June – There will be no 8.00 Communion at Balfron this Sunday

 Thursday 23rd July

Parish trip to Dunfermline Abbey.   Details to follow.

 


 

What Matters Most

In 1956 I was invited by a friend to join her on a hitch-hiking tour of parts of Europe. I had never hitch-hiked in my life before nor had I ever carried a rucksack on my back. But I said “Yes.

She had it all organised and I just went happily along . She came from New Zealand, one of the very many young folks from the Southern Hemisphere, who, after the war, came to get in touch with their ancestors. We met in Innsbruck and from there travelled by flagged-down car or lorry to Trieste and the beginning of a different adventure in Yugoslavia.

Yugoslavia was under a Communist leader, Tito, and with quite different rules and regulations. We joined the train into Yugoslavia at Trieste and at the border with Yugoslavia the train stopped and we were boarded by soldiers, who scrutinised our passports and demanded to see our cameras. They gave us documents for these cameras and told us that we had to show these documents when we left Yugoslavia or we would not be permitted to leave. It was our introduction to a Communist state.

Yugoslavia had suffered terribly from the German occupation. Many of their men , (young and old) had been slaughtered. There was very little food even ten years after the end of the war. No cars, or buses, no shops only markets, ( where live poultry was brought, tied by the legs and slaughtered on the spot,) no hotels or b&b’s, travel was by train met at stations by very poor women offering accommodation (in poor, damp, half demolished buildings) and travel agents (called Putnik) who did their best to provide information but that was in poor supply.

Churches were surprisingly open all day, the worshippers being old women dressed in black with black headscarves, but pastors and Sunday services were non-existent. We were met by students who wanted to learn English and were hungry for information about Britain. .We passed areas where a farmer would be ploughing a field but doing it by hand with a medieval type plough and a tired horse.

At 5 o’clock each evening people would pour out of their doors and parade up and down the street, greeting friends and chatting. Some time later (I can’t remember the exact time., the streets would suddenly empty as everyone went home – obviously a curfew) One most amazing thing was the Opera House I think in Zagreb which put on operas regularly – very well attended and obviously enjoyed.

But always in the atmosphere there was a sense of fear. People looked out for us and would steer us clear of persons or situations. We felt under scrutiny all the time and tried not to draw attention to ourselves.

My friend had organised for us to leave Yugoslavia by boat, many of which sailed up the Adriatic coast calling in at small islands or quite tropical small towns.

There was food on the boat but it was obviously steeped in garlic and quite unappetising. The other passengers were mainly old-ish men with huge beards, big liquid appetites, and gruff voices. We preferred to stay out of their way and took turns sleeping on the deck to keep an eye on our ruck-sacks. We DID see flying fish which was a real treat!

Hanging on to our precious bits of paper re the cameras was our major concern .

We got back onto dry land in Trieste without being apprehended and took a train for Venice. Sitting opposite us on the train was couple and we started talking. They told us that they had managed to ‘escape’ (was the word they used) from Yugoslavia and were on their way to begin a new life. Being a bit naïve we asked them about the things they were leaving behind and they graciously answered our questions.

Then there was a pause………………

“But we have our freedom “, the woman said , “and that is all that matters.”

I have never forgotten how she said that nor have I forgotten the sudden awakening it had for me. And many a time the words come into my head and I thank her for giving me something precious.

We take our freedoms for granted. But never let us forget what it would be like should we lose them.