John 3:16
For God so loved the world that He gave His only-begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him should not perish but have everlasting life.
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Charity No. 1081578 www.godpod.org.uk
Summer 2025 NEWSLETTER
Charity No. 1081578 www.godpod.org.uk
Greetings to you all.
Thank the Lord He allowed us to walk with the Cross again and now we are getting ready for the Chale Show. Once again it will prove a challenge, and a wonderful time to share our faith, this is our purpose on earth.
Sometimes it would have been easier if after being born again, that we would be taken straight to heaven where everything is perfect, but we are left here to carry on the work the dear Lord Jesus Christ left for us, to seek and save the lost.
That was what Jesus came to do, as the Father has sent me l also send you (Jn 2o:21) and (Jn17 :9) I pray for them, I do not pray for the world, but for those you have given Me, for they are yours. (Jn 17:20) I do not pray for these alone, but also for those who will believe in Me through their word. Can we not witness to these amazing words?
We can feel out of it when the years increase and our bones grow weary but God can still use us and sustain each one Psalm 71:9 ; Psalm 92:14, Isaiah 40:29-31.
Thank you so much for your kindness and generous support in prayer etc every blessing Mick.
Prayer
If anyone would like to join the prayer clock, please contact Dave Sibley on
Tel.. 07967912226/01983854903 Or Email: dave_lin@hotmail.co.uk.
Also if you no longer want to be part of the prayer clock, please contact us using the same details.
God Bless, Dave & Lin – Matthew 18:19-20; Philippians 4:6.
From a Friend – Anonymous
Dear Friend,
How are you? I just had to send a note to tell you how much I care about you. I saw you yesterday as you were talking with your friends. I waited all day hoping you would want to talk with me too. I gave you a sunset to close your day and a cool breeze to rest you — and I waited. You never came. It hurt me — but I still love you because I am your friend.
I saw you sleeping last night and longed to touch your brow so I spilled moonlight upon your face. Again I waited, wanting to rush down so we could talk. I have so many gifts for you! You awoke and rushed off to work. My tears were in the rain. If you would only listen to me! I love you! I try to tell you in blue skies and in the quiet green grass. I whisper it in leaves on the trees and breathe it in colours of flowers, shout it to you in mountain streams, give the birds love songs to sing. I clothe you with warm sunshine and perfume the air with nature scents. My love for you is deeper than the ocean, and bigger than the biggest need in your heart!
Ask me! Talk with me! Please don’t forget me. I have so much to share with you!
I won’t hassle you any further. It is YOUR decision. I have chosen you and I will wait — because I love you. Your friend, Jesus.
He watches over us
My favourite Psalm is 121, which I have found to be helpful at different times in life. Sitting on a chair waiting to have a special X-ray and feeling somewhat apprehensive. I looked up and there was a very tiny window looking out onto a high hill. Verse 1 came to me which said ” I lift my eyes to the hills. From where my help comes from. My help comes from the Lord who made heaven and earth.” The last verse also reminds us that the Lord watches over us at all times, He never slumbers. He died on the cross for us which means we can walk through life now as a child of God and he is always watching over us. – Heather.
The Kite – John Newton 1725-1807
My waking dreams are best concealed,
Much folly, little good they yield.
But now and then I gain when sleeping
A friendly hint that’s worth the keeping.
Lately I dreamt of one who cried
“Beware of self, beware of pride;
When you are prone to build a Babel
Recall to mind this little fable.”
Once upon a time a paper kite
Was mounted to a wondrous height,
Where, giddy with its elevation,
It thus expressed self-admiration:
”See how yon crowds of gazing people
Admire my flight above the steeple;
How they would wonder if they knew
All that a kite like me can do?
Were I but free, I’d take a flight,
And pierce the clouds beyond their sight.
“But, ah! like a poor pris’ner bound,
My string confines me near the ground:
I’d brave the eagle’s tow’ring wing,
Might I but fly without a string.”
To break the string; at last it broke.
Deprived at once of all its stay,
In vain it tried to soar away;
Unable its own weight to bear,
It fluttered downward through the air;
Unable its own course to guide,
The winds soon plunged it in the tide.
Ah! foolish kite; thou hast no wing;
How could’st thou fly without a string?
My heart replied, “O Lord, I see
How much this kite resembles me!
Forgetful that by thee I stand,
Impatient of thy ruling hand;
“How oft I’ve wished to break the lines
Thy wisdom for my lot assigns?
How oft indulged a vain desire
For something more or something higher.
And but for grace or love divine,
A fall thus dreadful had been mine.”
Thank you to all who support this outreach with prayer and finance, we could not do
this without you.
Every blessing, the team & trustees.