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Sunday 3 November 2013 At both services
St Kiaran's gives all the cash received directly towards the projects and people listed below. This is a special, sacrificial offering over and above your normal tithes and your regular disciplined giving.

We need R53,100 for the projects and people we would like to support from 1 November 2013 to 31 October 2014 Missionary Support Mark and Lorraine Liprini Eugene and Tina Wessels Outreach (Schools) Youth Leader Social Outreach Projects Joyce Chevalier Centre Benevolent Fund Masiphumelele Mission Less interest on Investment maturing May 2014 Less carry forward of 2013 Surplus TOTAL NEEDED

19000 10600


500 2000 4000 60100 3000 57100 4,000 53100

Please use the envelope provided for your Thank Offering. Hand it in during a Special Offering on Sunday 3 November or return it to the office.

Give Prayerfully !!! Give Cheerfully !!! Give Generously !!!

David's Pastoral Letter

Dear brothers and sisters in Christ. We always celebrate THANKSGIVING SUNDAY at the end of the year. This year I am especially thanking our LORD for all His blessings to me during my life and ministry. On the 3rd November we express our Thanksgiving by a special extra THANK OFFERING which is especially given to the mission work of people like the Liprinis (in Mission Aviation Fellowship), the Wessels in northern Mozambique) and others. They go to places we can't go to and serve God in ways beyond our abilities. Our generous money offerings are not the only way in which we are involved in the mission of the church. Every one of us, as members of the Christian Church, are called to be involved in the MISSION of the church IN OUR OWN BACKYARD. Our Alpha Courses are aimed at reaching out to the people of Fish Hoek our current course has also touched people in Ocean View. We have planted the Church in Masiphumelele, so much a part of our St Kiaran's history in the past years. Our Crche, the Presbyterian Phumlani Educare Centre, has experienced the great blessing of God. Family, children's and youth outreach is a great need in our Fish Hoek Valley. PLEASE READ IN THIS MAGAZINE ABOUT A RECENT PRAYER MEETING HELD IN THIS REGARD. And always, OUR OWN INDIVIDUAL WINESS is vital, through our lifestyle, love, prayer and verbal proclamation of the Good News about our Lord Jesus. MISSION IS THE WORK OF JESUS WHEREVER IT IS DONE AND BY WHOEVER IT IS DONE. THE CHURCH EXISTS BY MISSION AS A FIRE EXISTS BY BURNING
(Emil Brunner

My great longing for the future of St Kiaran's is that our involvement in Christian Mission will ever grow. God bless you and your loved ones. DAVID

Elders' Supper
On 6 September a very special supper was held when the Elders officially said Goodbye to David, our Pastor for many years. There were many personal tributes paid to him. A great meal was enjoyed. The dcor and settings were excellent. There was good music and some of our young folk served the elders.

Soccer Mission
During the recent school holidays a soccer mission attended by about 40 children was held over three days at the Primary School. A concern had been that the weather might be a problem but as a plan was in place to use the school hall in the event of rain all was well when it rained on the last afternoon. Building relationships was the important thing and this happened as the leaders and children played together and talked about the Lord. Parents and children were invited to a prize giving at the church on Friday evening. Grateful thanks are due to all who gave their time and provided meals, and cookies and juice.


1.1 FOCUS ON THE FAMILY - God's way in the world is for families pray for struggling families (finances, separation, illness) St Kiaran's ministry to them - open the hearts of parents, - prayer for grandparents' role in families - pray for ways for families to be together - pray for families of immigrants in Fish Hoek 1.2 CHILDREN ARE A GIFT TO US - pray for St Kiaran's ministry to children to grow leadership team/new primary section beyond the pre-school group - pray for consistent church attendance by families - pray for fatherless children - pray for all St Kiaran's members to welcome children with joy 1.3 YOUTH MINISTRY IN THE CHURCH IS HARD - share our faith with love and enthusiasm toward youth - Jesus relevant to youth - youth to feel at home in church, belong, function and feel needed - evening songs of praise led by youth band - co-ordinated/combined youth work in the Valley - youth leadership team 2. PRAYERS FOR OUR COMMUNITY

- God's mercy to answer needs in Ocean View to protect children in the streets of Masiphumelele - ministry and care in hospitals (Erica Hawkridge dealing with foetal alcohol syndrome) - drugs, alcohol, - school drop-outs, with no hope - poor accommodation - unemployment - St Kiaran's wisdom on how to minister and care 3. 3.1 SPECIAL WORDS SHARED IN PRAYERS We are being tested with the difficulty of this ministry will not test us beyond what we can take. Do not give up. Go on in faith, as individuals and as a community. We have been given resources for this ministry: people, access in the schools, (and Christian teachers), community We have been given resources for this ministry: people, access in the schools, (and Christian teachers), buildings and facilities, many churches in the Valley, our children's soccer mission. God is answering our prayers babies and little children attending new families We trust in God. He is in control. We are ready to do whatever asks whatever is right in His eyes. Pray a fresh vision that God is birthing a new vision. Break the old mould. Gods new plan. Pray for a new generation of families, youth and children Make us a loving people inside and outside of the church,to attract others to Jesus.

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4. SCRIPTURES TO GUIDE US - Deuteronomy 6:1-13 - Mark 9: 36,37; 10:13-16 - Ephesians 5: 22 6:4 - Acts 2:39

Church Family New

Birth: Ethan, son of Jason and Alys Suter, grandson of Brian and Inky, greatgrandson of Ralph and Mary was born prematurely on 24/8/2013. He is making good progress and is now at home.

Deaths: It is with great sadness that we record the passing of: Robert Welcome, husband of Lilly on 30/7/2013 Robert Howard on 24/8/2013. He was a resident of Nerina Gardens who was brought regularly to church by Annica Muir, to take his place at the front. Rita Wilson on 19/9/2103. Rita leaves her daughters Bev and Val and grandchildren.

Vacancy Committee
At the recent meeting of the Committee on 17 September careful consideration was given to the several favourable applicants for the ministerial position at St Kiaran's. It was decided to spend more time in prayer for the Lord's way to be found for our future. The next meeting will be held in October.

He Leads
place to begin than in Psalm 23:2 He leads me beside the still waters, David declares. He leads me. God isnt behind me, yelling, Go! Hes ahead of me bidding, Come! Hes in front, clearing the path, cutting the brush. Standing next to the rocks, He warns, Watch your step there. Isnt this what God gave the children of Israel? He promised to supply them with manna each day. But He told them to collect only one days supply at a time. Worrying is one job you can't farm out, but you can overcome it. Theres no better


6:34 says, Give your entire attention to what God is doing right now, and dont get worked
up about what may or may not happen tomorrow. God will help you deal with whatever hard things come up when the time comes. God is leading you! Leave tomorrows problems until tomorrow! Max Lucado From Traveling Light

Meet Hubert and Jill Stoll

On the 20 March 1942 I was born to Bertie & Louise Elizabeth Kate Stoll at Leeuwenhof Nursing Home in the Gardens. Brother Bernhard was three years ten months older than I was. A very happy childhood from that time was spent in Tamboerskloof, Green Point and then Claremont where I commenced my schooling at Claremont Primary. Halfway through Sub A my father was transferred to Barclay's Bank DC & O at Stellenbosch, so I completed Sub A & Sub B at Rhenish Girls' Primary. My Dad had grown up as a Congregationalist in Vryburg and so we had attended the Congregational Church in Kloof Street and then Claremont. Transferring to Stellenbosch we joined the Presbyterian Church and attended Sunday School there. Jill was born on the 24 October 1943 to Walter Archibald and Hilda May Struthers, the first born, with three brothers to follow Michael, Walter & Colin. Jill went to the Presbyterian Church in Orange Street, Gardens and attended Vredehoek Primary and thence to Good Hope Seminary for Girls. Primary School started for me at Paul Roos Gymnasium and then on to Heidelberg Cape where I attended an Afrikaans medium school. I briefly went to Wellington before going on to Paarl Boys' High where I joined Bernhard. In Std. 7 I moved to Wynberg Boys High as Dad had been transferred to Mowbray branch of Barclay's due to Mom's ill health. I have never regretted my childhood as I had experienced such a variety of things. From wine farming, to wheat & sheep, to cattle farming with hunting & generally enjoying what my Dad and his friends would teach me. My parents bought a home in Pinelands in 1956 where I lived until 1965. During these years I commuted to Wynberg Boys' High where I matriculated. I joined Barclay's Bank as it just seemed a natural progression with Dad and Bernhard both being there. Earlier in my teens I had wished to become a veterinarian surgeon but due to various circumstances I never did but never lost my love for animals. Once Jill completed school she joined the JBS Building Society where she spent some very happy years. Jills cousin, Garth Grobbelaar, my friend & neighbour, was frequently visited by the Struthers family over weekends. However it was on an outing on Boxing day when she was spending the day in Bain's Kloof that I first asked her if she would like to ride back to Pinelands in the car I was driving as my friend wanted to sit in the back seat with his girl friend. All the way back to Pinelands I got yes and no answers as she was very shy. I was hooked!! Jill was very pretty and dressed beautifully. Her red hair, well groomed, white flared skirt and gold sandals on pretty feet. I was sold. Now I had to write matric with her on my mind. In fact it was with her encouragement that I eventually passed. From the time I fell in love with her my Dads car literally wore grooves in the road over De Waal Drive to Devil's Peak where she lived and back again. We were in a hurry so we got married on the 24 April 1965. I was 23 and Jill 21 years of age. We rented a flat in Rosebank and lived happily there for three years until we bought our first house at Kirstenhof. Our first child, Linda, arrived on the 8 June 1968 and Anton on the 11 May 1970. I joined NBS Building Society and then Allied Bank where I spent twenty happy years ending as financial manager for Cape Town Branch.

Meanwhile we had moved from Kirstenhof to Pinelands as schools at that time seemed to be better equipped and Linda was approaching high school. They attended Pinelands North Primary School. Linda and Anton went on to matriculate at Pinelands High School. Jill and I were married in the Congregational Church in Kloof Street where we had spent some time in the youth group as leaders and then young adult groups. It was a wonderfully warm church and one felt loved by all. Bazaars were such great fun and raised huge sums at the time. I served as a deacon at Bergvliet Congregational Church when we moved to Kirstenhof and once we moved to Pinelands as deacon for many years at Pinelands Congregational Church. For a period we joined the Vineyard Church and went on evangelical outreaches to Namibia where churches were planted in Keetmanshoop & Windhoek. Outreach trips with Africans were undertaken to Fish River & Queenstown where we ministered to them in the townships. In July 1991 I resigned from Allied Bank. Jill and I joined Val Ruger & Margie Blackshaw as voluntary assistants at Beulah Christian Guest Farm. I started running my Financial Advisory Business from there working three days a week. On the farm I was the unhandy man doing handyman stuff. When I was doing business I would come to Pinelands and work from our home where Desmond & Linda were staying looking after Anton who was still at Technical College. Rev. Louise Hazell once came up to rest at Beulah and saw the need to electrify the workshop I was working out of. She donated a R1000 which at that time was an awesome sum of money. I have never forgotten her kindness to us at that time. May she continue to be blessed. We left Beulah and returned home thankful for the seven months we could spend in such a beautiful place. I was blessed with good business and won several trips overseas and locally during this time. Bernhard, my brother, lost his wife Joan to cancer some years ago and suggested Jill and I come to live in the flat above his house. As our children had made their own moves in life we agreed. However we had hardly touched ground in Fish Hoek when I was offered the opportunity of purchasing a brokerage from a person wanting to move to Dubai. The business ran well for me for six years until Andre took his life. I had not realised to what extent depression had taken over his life. We frequently prayed together as he was a practising Christian but somewhere we failed to recognise the symptoms of deep depression. I then moved my offices to Tokai for a time but then for the last three years worked out of my office at home. During the formative years of the childrens lives we were very fortunate in that we could travel around South Africa quite extensively. I believe that this was an education in itself and has instilled in them a love for the country and the great outdoors. Anton, Tracey, Dylan & Hayden now live in Pinelands and we are ever hopeful that one day Des, Linda & Edward would return to South Africa from the UK. I like braai-ing and making Potjiekos, collecting Dinky-type model cars, reading and travelling. Jill is a very good seamstress, craftswoman, organizer and wants to see righteousness and justice prevail in this country.

Exciting News from Eugene and Tina Wessels

New Church Plant and New souls
After a really tough month with a disappointing bush trip, destroying an almost-new

tyre and returning home tired and physically worn out, we then went on another outreach into the district of Mitange, beyond the village of Namacurra and this time the roller-coaster ride went all the way to the very top. The locals with whom we were working planned on approximately 30-40 people coming. Seems though that the Lord had other ideas and we counted more in the region of 400 actually turning out. We spent a virtually sleepless night as the locals celebrated, dancing and singing until 04:00 a.m. We slept for an hour then arose shortly after 05:00a.m. to start a 5km hike to the site where we could baptise the new believers. The pic below shows the group strolling off into the misty dawn to reach a portion of the river that was near a pump station and thus free of crocodiles, although they did have to deal with a few unwelcome parasites in the form of leeches that attached themselves to bare legs. Thankfully I did not get to experience this firsthand, as my two spiritual sons were more than capable and willing to baptise the 21 new believers. I stood by and just took photos. A real special joy for Mauricio (yellow shirt on left) as his exmuslim father was baptised as well (on right). Then it was back to the palm-leaf structure for more discipleship training, celebrating the Lords supper together, followed by the traditional chicken and rice meal. We returned home really excited and pleased with the way that the work is growing.

The following week Tina went off to continue some discipleship training with her group of ladies from Namacurra and received a surprise question exactly like the Roman jailer asked Paul. Another soul comes into the Kingdom and still we are not satisfied .. Who shall be next?

"People who do not know the Lord ask why in the world we waste our lives as missionaries. They forget that they too are expending their lives ... and when the bubble has burst, they will have nothing of eternal significance to show for the years they have wasted." - Nate Saint

(30.8.1923 8.1.1956) He was an evangelical missionary pilot to Ecuador who, along with four others, was killed while attempting to evangelize the Huaorani people.

When I consider how different nationalities do different things, Im sometimes amazed. Take this, for instance ...... (I read it in a book, so it must be true!) An American church was looking for a new pastor, and found a man they thought was suitable. What is the stipend? he asked. Let me tell you what I expect. Work this out: add the income of the ten highest earners in your church, divide it by 10, and thats what I expect my salary to be. I know there are churches where each members income is assessed. In the old days is this still true? the Dutch Reformed Church used to send their deacons round to collect the contributions. Then there was the church again American who called a yearly congregational finance meeting. The budget for the coming year had already been prepared and the Treasurer brought this in front of the members. The latter therefore knew the needed monthly income. Everyone wrote down the amount they could give, the figures were added and the treasurer would say, We now have the figure of $x so were still short of $y. So the members had to write down the additional amounts they each felt they could contribute. No-one was allowed to leave the building the doors had been locked until the amount was forthcoming. Hmm ... I wonder what time they all got home? But now here we are in Fish Hoek. Like congregations the world over our incomes vary, our expenses vary. What do you think is the best way to balance your own budget and the churchs? In a difficult economic climate innovative ideas are necessary for businesses to keep afloat and make a profit. Do I hear someone grumble, But were not trying to make a profit? Well, not exactly, but dont we want to give away money to support missionary work? Dont we want to be able to help those with sudden and unexpected needs? When considering prayerfully what we can give to church upkeep it might be a good thing to re-assess our own budgets as well. That often involves thinking of what is really important and what isnt. And is there any way we can voluntarily offer our services to save the church money? Could some people bake cookies and sell them for church funds? Could some DIY enthusiasts do jobs for others and charge a fee? Or is this way out? Lucy Centlivres

Meet Greg Grieve

Greg was born in 1968 in Germiston, into a large family, being the fifth child out of six. The family was very interested in dancing his sisters regularly attended Diana Moore's dancing school. When he was quite young he was taken along when his mother accompanied them there. As Greg showed a great interest in this it was suggested that he take up dancing too; this he did for 9 years. At the age of 12 he was given a teaching role. He also won two competitions and was runner-up in another. As a result of this all physical activity he grew out of a childhood health problem and gained a lasting interest in dance. At present he is on the committee of the local In The Mood dance club. As a child he attended the Sunday School at St Andrew's Presbyterian Church, Germiston, while his parents were members of the church. Later the family moved to Cape Town, taking up residence in Scarborough. Once he moved to Fish Hoek he was able to come to St Kiaran's, which he regularly continues to do. He believes this is a very important part of his life.

"If a commission by an earthly king is considered a honour, how can a commission by a Heavenly King be considered a sacrifice?" - David Livingstone

To Our Men Who Spoiled the Ladies! - August 2013

It's ladies only at St K's today, we're celebrating, it's time to play. Every year about this time you men get together, making lists, planning the food no matter what the weather. Because you want to do the very best you can, and cook the perfect breakfast to fill our inner man. Food to prepare and tables to lay, a lot of hard work has gone into this day. We are very proud of you, you never let us down, even though the work is hard, it's done without a frown. Everything was perfect, we really do declare, scrumptious food and even some to spare. Every one of you has gone the extra mile - what's made it so special was done with lots of smiles. So, you lovely men, who we really treasure, our grateful thanks, it's been an absolute pleasure. We say God bless you for the trouble and time you take. We know it's because you love us and it's done for His names sake. Food for thought: Matthew 4:4 Man cannot live by bread alone, but needs every word that God speaks. Psalm 107: Let us give thanks to the Lord for His unfailing love and His wonderful deeds, for He satisfies the thirsty and feeds the hungry with good things. Barbara Tunbridge

Parents and Kids in Church

You are doing something really, really important. I know it's not easy. I see you with your arms overflowing, and I know you came to church already tired. Parenting is tiring. Really tiring. I watch you bounce and sway trying to keep the baby quiet, juggling the infant car seat and the diaper bag as you find a seat. I see you wince as your child cries. I see you anxiously pull things out of your bag of tricks to try to quiet them. And I see you with your toddler and your preschooler. I watch you cringe when your little girl asks an innocent question in a voice that might not be an inside voice let alone a church whisper. I hear the exasperation in your voice as you beg your child to just sit, to be quiet as you feel everyone's eyes on you. Not everyone is looking, but I know it feels that way. I know you're wondering, is this worth it? Why do I bother? I know you often leave church more exhausted than fulfilled. But what you are doing is so important. When you are here, the church is filled with a joyful noise. When you are here, the Body of Christ is more fully present. When you are here, we are reminded that this worship thing we do isn't about bible study or personal, quiet contemplation but coming together to worship as a community where all are welcome, where we share in the Word and Sacrament together. When you are here, I have hope that these pews won't be empty in 10 years when your kids are old enough to sit quietly and behave in worship. I know that they are learning how and why we worship now, before it's too late. They are learning that worship is important. I see them learning. In the midst of the cries, whines, and giggles, in the midst of the crinkling of pretzel bags and the growing pile of crumbs, I see a little girl who insists on going two pews up to share peace with someone she's never met. I hear a little boy slurping (quite loudly) every last drop of his communion wine out of the cup, determined not to miss a drop of Jesus. I watch a child excitedly color a cross and point to the one in the front of the sanctuary. I hear the echos of "Amens" just a few seconds after the rest of the community says it together. I watch a boy just learning to read try to sound out the words in the worship book or count his way to Hymn 672. Even on weeks when I can't see my own children learning because, well, it's one of those mornings, I can see your children learning. I know how hard it is to do what you're doing, but I want you to know it matters. It matters to me. It matters to my children to not be alone in the pew. It matters to the congregation to know that families care about faith, to see young people ... and even on those weeks when you can't see the little moments, it matters to your children. It matters that they learn that worship is what we do as a community of faith, that everyone is welcome, that their worship matters. When we teach children that their worship matters, we teach them that they are enough right here and right now as members of the church community. They don't need to wait until they can believe, pray or worship a certain way to be welcome here, and I know adults who are still looking to be shown that. It matters that children earn that they are an integral part of this church, that their prayers, their songs, and even their badly (or perfectlytimed, depending on who you ask) cries and whines are a joyful noise because it means they are present. I know it's hard, but thank you for what you do when you bring your children to church. Please know that your family - with all of its noise, struggle, commotion, and joy - are not simply tolerated, you are a vital part of the community gathered in worship.


Maybe I could write an encouraging type of WOTZUP and tell you about all the flying, the training, the ministry and other good stuff since we last wrote. And it would all be perfectly true. But I also have to be true to all of you who so faithfully pray for us and support us financially, and tell you how hard it has been these past few months as I have STRUGGLED to complete each day, week .. Month. We have known for a while that the end of this year might bring about change, and we have been (sort of) praying about that. I mean who really wants to rock the boat on a sea of uncertainty ? June, July and to a lesser degree August were insanely busy Mark Liprini on the hill! months of flying back and forth from Venda, training students and grinding through paperwork at the office. Paperwork and I have never been best of friends, and spending 1 2 hours (and lots of money in fuel) per day in Jozi traffic just to meet a mound of paperwork has been soul-destroying for me. Plus the ever rising costs of living that we all struggle with have added their toll, and a fair bit of uncertainty as to the way forward in our lives also helps squeeze the joy from one's soul. Early this month one of my 206 convex students blessed us with a weekend at her selfcatering resort in the Lowveld to celebrate our 30th Wedding Anniversary. The deep peace and restfulness provided the chance for Lorraine and I to look each other in the eye and start praying and talking seriously about where we think the Lord might be leading us from next year onwards. There are many options, most within MAF, some outside of MAF. As I write now we still have no real clarity as to what the Lord is saying. Some of the potential avenues of service have been very clearly closed off, others still clearly open. It has only been the times out at Venda, meeting and serving those isolated, suffering yet strangely joyous rural people that has kept a spark of sanity alive deep inside of me. In all this the Lord has seemed to be awfully far away, on vacation maybe, on the other side of the universe, with His cell phone on silent mode and His e-mail with an out of office reply. PRAYER Our Lord will show us clearly His plans for the future. WE will be patient and faithful in seeking His direction. Davids wedding next month and all the travelling that entails. PRAISE The Lord has kept us going these last few months mentally, physically, spiritually. A refreshing break in the Lowveld. Davids wedding next month. EXCITING STUFF AHEAD Our first-born, David, is getting married on the 12th October! Soon we head down to the Cape for this great time of celebration with family and friends.

Our Ducks
We have four white ducks, three male and one female. They came to us as yellow fluffy babies in a cardboard box and are now grown up wrecking our lawn where they spend hours digging holes. The largest and most beautiful duck has a slight limp and we therefore call him Jacob; the smallest and most enterprising duck is the bride of Jacob and is called Rachel. The other two ducks are indistinguishable and are great pals but they are two rascals; we call them Philistines. They are scoundrels because they pester Jacob and, although he is much bigger, prevent him from sharing food with them and Rachel. Jacob has to stand at the side of the eating bowl waiting for them to finish and only then he has his meal. So Jacob is a bit of a sad sack. Early in the morning while it's still dark and they hear us moving, they quack to let us know they are still there; Rachel has the loudest quack, the others only murmur. When we give them their breakfast they haughtily pretend not to be hungry and approach the food looking side ways taking one step closer and two steps back. After many deviations they reach the bowl and suddenly start devouring the food with poor Jacob standing on the sideline. When the three ducks have had enough Jacob gingerly takes his turn and finishes the leftover's. We also have a small rock pigeon called Pinocchio. He has a broken wing and is unable to fly. However he is full of life and faces it with great courage not to say fury. He has none of the devious manners of the ducks but attacks anything head on, from food to foe. At night we have to protect him from marauding cats and lock him in a cage. He initially protests but after a while settles down as if it's quite normal for pigeons to be locked up at night. In the morning he is let out and goes directly to the feeding bowl; the ducks move away and he is allowed to eat undisturbed. The ducks seem a little scared of this strange pigeon that cannot fly and being called Pinocchio clearly is not a Christian! During the day when a cat attacks Pinocchio he fights back and with flapping wings chases the cat away. His Achilles Heel, however, is that he sometimes loses his balance by flapping and falls helplessly on his back, ready to be devoured by a cat; fortunately cats don't know that! After feeding Pinocchio and the ducks I make preparations to give the ducks a shower. I attach the hose to the borehole and start the pump. The ducks know what's coming and run away. I chase them back to the wall and direct the water hose at them. They stand in front of the wall facing the firing squad; I can see fear in their eyes but also determination that ducks are not afraid to die. The surprisingly slightly warm water drenches them and they even seem to enjoy the horizontal rain. After a while they have had enough and evade the water by turning to the left, I also direct the hose to the left, then they turn to the right, I also turn to the right. This goes on for some time, but eventually all four make their escape by outrunning water Indian file. I switch off the pump; the ducks relax stretching and standing tall drying themselves by flapping their wings and going to sleep finding a place out of the wind. After several hours they awake and start digging holes again. Life is never boring for ducks. One day, nobody can predict when, they decide to have a bath in the child-bath provided. One duck goes in and dives head first into the water, flapping its wings and splashing tons of water out of the bath terrifying the others. He cleans him self thoroughly, without any soap, reaching with his elastic neck all over his body right up to his tail. The others follow his example and they all have a wonderful time. Pinocchio, however, has sad days when sitting in the sun near the front door he considers himself disadvantaged as he sees other pigeons effortlessly flying away and thinks like David: "Oh, that I had wings like a dove, for then would I fly away and be at rest." But is he disadvantaged? Would flying away be restful? I doubt it very much; flying takes a lot of effort and is far from restful. No, his handicap is turned into a blessing; sounds familiar doesn't?

Arie de Koning

St Kiaran's Presbyterian Church

Central Circle, off 7th Avenue, Fish Hoek P.O.Box 22146, Fish Hoek, 7974 Church Phone: 021 782 6118 Minister: Rev. David van Duyker: Home Phone: 021 782 1498

All are welcome at our Regular Sunday Services

Sunday Worship Services at 9.30am & 7pm Holy Communion is served on the 1st Sunday of the month at both services When there is a 5th Sunday in the month we have a United 9.30am Service with the Masiphumelele Congregation
CHURCH PRAYER MEETINGS (in the old vestry)

Tuesdays: 11.45 am Prayer is offered after services - in the Vestry for healing or other needs. Please speak to Duty Elder. Prayers with our young people: as arranged .... or whenever you wish to arrange times with fellow Christians. Prayer for the Nation: on the 1st Tuesday of the month 5-6pm at church