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ST COLUMBA’S PRESBYTERIAN CHURCH, TARADALE

Church Website: www.stcolumba-taradale.org.nz
Email: stcolumba@xtra.net.nz
Vol 19 - No 1 February 2009

Finding Jesus in London

(An article from Time Magazine)
James Mumford is a well-dressed 27-year-old from the posh London
neighborhood of Pimlico. He holds degrees in philosophy from Oxford and
Yale. Like many of Britain's elite, he spent a post-graduate stint working in
London's finance industry. Tonight he wants to talk about how he came to
accept the Lord Jesus Christ into his heart. "I don't mind talking about my
faith," he says, sheepishly. "But it's a touch embarrassing. Just don't brand
me as a mindless evangelical."
That peculiarly British reticence may be one reason that an unexpected
spiritual awakening among London's high society has gone unnoticed in
recent years. Long considered an aggressively secular city, London has
quietly become one of Britain's most Christian areas, going from the least
observant region in Britain in 1979 to the second most observant today.
Much of that resurgence in piety is the result of the city's expanding and
devout immigrant population. But there is also a growing number of young,
highly educated and moneyed Londoners — people such as Mumford — who
are turning to the church.
The focal point for many of these new believers is Holy Trinity Brompton
(HTB), an evangelical Anglican church in plush Kensington. The church's
4000-strong congregation has almost tripled in the past 15 years, and its
average age is 27 years. While HTB does not keep records of these young
converts' wealth, a look at its bulging collection hat offers some clue: the
church raised over $7 million from donations last year alone (an average
London parish, by contrast, can expect to raise around $150,000, according
to data provided by the Anglican Church). The church has become so popular
that it recently began encouraging hundreds of its congregation to attend
dying churches around London — as much to ease its own congestion than
anything else.
Underpinning this success is Holy Trinity Brompton's Alpha course, a ten-
week introduction to Christianity aimed at converting young people. Since the
course started out of HTB's basement in 1990, it has gone global and
reached more than 11 million people across various denominations. However,
it is at home where its appeal is most apparent. Every Wednesday, crowds of
teenagers and twenty somethings line up hundreds deep at Holy Trinity
Brompton for a chance to share a free meal, listen to a sermon, sing
devotional songs and decide if they want to let Jesus into their heart. At a
busy Alpha course session in November, attended by some 900 people, long-
necked beauties in Ralph Lauren swanned among blond, ruddy chaps in blue
velvet blazers. Nicky Gumbel, 53, the former Etonian and one-time barrister
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Material for March Halo in by 11 a.m. Wednesday 18th February 2009 please
2 Finding Jesus in London cont…
who founded the course to better reach young people, wore green socks,
loafers and an open collar shirt. Gumbel, HTB's vicar since 2005, started
proceedings by suggesting that participants choose adjectives starting with
the same letter as their name. He introduced himself as "Nautical Nicky".
HTB's success stems from its ability to foster a sense of community in its
youthful participants, says Gumbel. It may also be due to being able to openly
discuss issues with which Britain's famously stuffy elite remain uncomfortable.
Even in cases where all material wants are met, Gumbel says, there remains a
"spiritual hunger" among London's wealthy youth. "No matter how nice your
house or car is, there's something missing," he says. "If you go to the pub and
ask what the meaning of life is, people will just laugh at you. But if you can
find a group of people who are like you, and want to discuss these questions,
it can be a profound experience."
Nestled between London's Natural History Museum, a monument to scientific
secularism, and Harrods department store, Holy Trinity Brompton has not
always fitted easily into London's society. In 2006, local residents blocked
church plans to build a large theological study center. Secular groups have
raised concerns about the course's content: Concerned about the influence of
Holy Trinity Brompton on Britain's future ruling class, the British Humanist
Association recently partnered with Richard Dawkins, secularist Oxford
professor and author of The God Delusion, to raise funds for advertisements to
counter the Alpha course's own advertising campaign. Posters on buses
carrying an inscription with a similar font to the Alpha's posters stated, "There
is probably no god. Now stop worrying and enjoy your life." Within a few
weeks, the fund raised $180,000 after setting a target of just $7000.
Judging by the success of the HTB, however, the humanists may be fighting a
losing battle. Once considered a stalwart of rural England, the Anglican Church
has found new life in the largest of Britain's supposedly godless cities. The
new converts are perhaps even more fervent than their small town
equivalents. HTB's Sunday services include singing, dancing, and speaking in
tongues. "I've looked everywhere for the answers to my deepest questions,"
the philosophy major Mumford says. "It took me a while to realize that I'd find
them in a London Church."
provided by Wim and Brett

Question Time or From an Ancient Scroll

And God said, “If I give you life, what will you do with it?”
I replied, “I will love as many people as I can, I will enjoy life, I will hopefully help others
to be happy, and I will give some service to the community.”
Then God said, “And what will cause you sadness?”
I replied, “The death of relatives and friends, the existence of hatred and injustice, and
hunger in the midst of plenty.”
The Merciful One said, “It saddens me too! But what are YOU doing about it?”
How would you answer the questions?
Thank you Nancye
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Timely For A New Year
(Okay, this has been around for a long time, but it is appropriate as we face
another year.)

When things in your life seem almost too much to handle, when 24 hours in a
day are not enough, remember the mayonnaise jar and two cups of coffee.
A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of
him. When the class began, wordlessly, he picked up a very large and empty
mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls. He then asked the
students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was.
The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the
jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between
the golf balls. He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They
agreed it was.
The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of
course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar was
full. The students responded with a unanimous “yes.”
The professor then produced two cups of coffee from under the table and
poured the entire contents into the jar, effectively filling the empty space
between the sand. The students laughed.
“Now,” said the professor, “I want you to recognise this jar represents your
life. The golf balls are the important things—family, children, health, friends,
success and favourite passions—things that if everything else was lost and
only they remained, your life would still be full. The pebbles are the other
things that matter like your job, house, and car. The sand is everything
else—the small stuff.”
“If you put the sand into the jar first,” he continued, “there is no room for the
pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for life. If you spend all your time
and energy on the small stuff, you will never have room for the things that
are important to you. So, pay attention to the things that are critical to your
happiness. There will always be time to clean the house and fix the
disposal. Take care of the golf balls first - the things that really matter. Set
your priorities. The rest is just sand.”
One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the coffee
represented. The professor smiled. “I’m glad you asked. It just goes to
show you that no matter now full your life may seem, there’s always room for
a couple of cups of coffee with a friend.”
from Sue Walker

Reading and Prayer

Reading: ”Let us keep our eyes fixed on Jesus on whom our faith depends
from beginning to end.” Hebrews 12:2

Prayer: Thank you Lord for holiday time and family time. As we start another year we
place our lives in your hands. Thank you Father, Amen
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Kia ora children of St Columba’s
Here is a story just for you
Once upon a time, a long time ago, there was a family in Bethlehem in the land of Judah,
whose father’s name was Jesse. Also in the family, which was a large one, there were
eight sons. The oldest was Eliab. He was big and handsome. All the girls loved him. The
youngest son was David.
One day, Judah’s neighbours, the Philistines, decided that they did not like the people
living in Judah so they held a meeting and decided to fight them. Jesse’s three oldest
sons Eliab, Abinadab and Shammah, were in Judah’s army. Because David was the
youngest son, he had to look after the family’s sheep, so he was not allowed to join the
army.
Both armies set up their camps on hills on opposite sides of a valley.
In the Philistine, army there was a giant. He was about 12 feet tall. That is about twice the
height, plus a bit more, of most men today. His name was Goliath. Each day Goliath
would walk down the hill from the Philistine camp and out on to the valley floor. He would
then shout out to the Judah army saying, “I am the best soldier in the Philistine army. You
choose your best soldier to fight me. If I win you will all become our slaves. If he wins then
we will be your slaves.” He did this once a day for 40 days.
Did anyone from Judah go out and fight Goliath? No, they were too scared. They thought
that because he was bigger than they were, he would be better than they would.
Would you have been scared? I would have been.
One day Jesse told David to leave the sheep and take some food to his brothers in the
army. David got to the Judah army at the same time as Goliath came down and asked for
some one to fight him. David saw how scared all the soldiers and his brothers were of
Goliath.
David said that he would fight Goliath but everyone laughed at him. He then went to the
King and said that he would go and fight Goliath. The King said that he would not be able
to beat Goliath, but David told the King that he had fought lions and bears when they
attacked his family’s sheep and had always beaten them. Then David said, “The Lord God
has kept me safe from the claws of lions and bears and he will keep me safe from the
giant Goliath.”
The King offered David his armour but David said that it would be too heavy for him.
Instead, David went to a small stream and picked up five smooth stones and put them in a
little leather bag he had with him. Once he had done that, David, with his staff, a slingshot,
and five stones went out to meet Goliath.
Goliath just laughed when he saw little David. He poked fun at him and called him names.
David said to him, “I have God on my side and you should not insult him. Because you
have, I will beat you because God will help me. With God’s help, no swords will hurt me.”
Goliath then raised his sword and strode angrily towards David. David put a stone in his
slingshot and threw it at Goliath. The stone hit Goliath in the head and he fell down dead.
Once the Philistine army saw that their hero Goliath was dead, they got scared and ran
away.
Did you know that it is the same with us today. David won because he had God on his
side, and God is more powerful than the meanest and biggest giant. God does not need
to use weapons, he uses normal every day things to help us win. You will not meet many
mean giants but you will meet people that are mean. You will also have to do things that
you think you are unable to do. Just remember when those things happen say, “God, help
me. I cannot do this by myself.” When God hears you say that he will help you win
because he loves you and wants to give his love away to you.
by Jim Payton
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Personal Profile—
Profile—May Brooker
May is an elder Emeritus at St. Columba’s Church, Taradale and recently spoke to an
APW meeting regarding her life. At our request, May provided a written account that we
include, edited in some parts.
1931 was quite a memorable year in one way or another. Napier experienced a dreadful
upheaval in February, then three months later at St. Helen’s hospital, Wellington, came
the arrival of Christina May Hardie, the second of five children, born to Christina Hardie
(nee Robb) and James Weir Simpson Hardie. Both parents were born and breed in
Scotland. They were fine Christian parents mentoring me through my childhood. Dad
used to call me his ‘right hand man’.
On a Saturday, after taking my turn at the household chores (polishing the old coal range
with ‘Zebra’, or polishing the floors with dusters attached to the feet while skating around)
I would go outside to help my Dad. It would be digging a trench for the disposal of rubbish
or later, an air-raid shelter during WW2. We lived at Wallaceville, close to the Trentham
Military Camp. I enjoyed assisting in the garden. Each year we planted a thousand
onions, along with other vegetables. I continue to this day with the garden, but on a much
smaller scale.
I attended Sunday School and later Bible Class. Like many others, I sat examinations,
which included memorizing the Beatitudes, the 23rd Psalm, and the Ten Commandments
etc. My favourite hymn was ‘I to the hills will lift mine eyes.’ Living in the Hutt Valley, we
were surrounded by hills, which were often covered with pretty yellow flowers. They were
not so pretty when you were amongst them – gorse and broom.
In 1943, my eldest sister died of tuberculosis at age 21. She was buried at Wallaceville
cemetery, just over a hill from our home, so Sunday afternoons were spent walking over
that hill as a family to our sister’s grave.
Bible Class camps at Otaki and Levin each Easter were always well attended. Those
were times for a renewal of faith, fellowship and loads of fun, including sport. All the
members from Wellington and Hutt Valley met monthly on a Saturday night for games,
tea, and sometimes a dance. Karori put on a Barn Dance one a year, which saw us sitting
around on bales of hay and dancing round them. In those years, Upper Hutt was a real
country area and we were quite used to playing in neighbours’ hay barns.
I was educated at Upper Hutt Primary School and Hutt Valley High School where I took a
general course, which included French, science, math, art, music, geography, history and
physical education. I played tennis, softball, and basketball in which I later represented
Hutt Valley. (You never had Grace as an Umpire did you? – Editor.) I was a keen
swimmer and gained my Bronze life-saving medal in the 1940’s. I was a foundation
member of the St. John’s cadets in Upper Hutt and gained my ‘Grand Prior’ before doing
the senior certificates in First Aid, home nursing, and home hygiene. I took my turn at
sports duty at Maidstone Park on only one occasion. The only casualty was a lad with a
cut foot from a broken bottle. During my training, I spent many hours of voluntary work at
both Hutt hospital and Silverstream hospital. During the war, I assisted Red Cross with the
making of camouflage nets and knitting gloves.
Guiding played an important role in my life. It reinforced my love of the outdoors, and
taught me much about leadership. I was leader of the ‘Fantail Patrol’ for many years and
even today, when I encounter a fantail in the bush, it somehow holds a special place in
my heart. At the age of 16, I graduated to become a Ranger of the 1st Upper Hutt
Company. Those were wonderful days with many hikes and camps. The latter was not
without incident though. I remember awaking one morning to find the guy ropes of the
latrines tent having been slashed by vandals and on another occasion being woken by a
visitor in the tent – an opossum. Our leader was Joyce Bennett. We camped at Waikanae
Beach, Manaroa Bay in Pelourous Sound, Wainuiomata and Kaitoke to name but a few.
…/
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Profile—May Brooker cont…
After four years of secondary education, I worked as a clerk in the Head Office of T & G
Insurance in Wellington for 16 months prior to the commencement my nursing training. I
completed it in 1953 at Palmerston North hospital, achieving a childhood ambition. I well
remember my early days of nurse training. No one had prepared me for that. My first duty
can be summed up in these few words taken from a nursing magazine:
Prelims Lament
They warned us of the A.M., of the P.M. tasks we’d do, BUT, did they ever warn us of
the B.M. duties too!!
Palmerston North holds very dear memories for me. It was there I met and married Noel.
Noel had undergone surgery to his Sacro-illiac joint, which required treatment at Queen
Elizabeth hospital in Rotorua. Hence our move to Rotorua where we lived for some years,
prior to moving into the country, Te Aroha, the start of a farming career for Noel. From
there we moved down into the Wairarapa to be closer to my aging mother who resided
alone in Upper Hutt. We were on a 6,000-acre sheep and beef station at Tuturamuri. My
role was to feed two cadets as well as our own four children. Our next move was to
Dyerville, some four miles from Martinborough – another farming move for Noel. He was
also the organist at the Presbyterian Church there. Some years later we moved to another
farm; this time out of Woodville where our sixth child was born. Noel was again the
organist at the church, and it was there that I began teaching Sunday School. I also joined
the Country Women’s Institute (CWI), as well as the garden club.
In 1968, we made the big move to Napier, thus ending our farming days. It was so nice to
have our own home again. My mother moved to Napier four years later and was able to
purchase a unit in Kennedy Road, just around the corner from us. I recommenced nursing
in 1978 and could have written a book about the changes that had taken place.
Fortunately I, along with 12 others hospital employees, had five weeks orientation
covering theatre, medical and surgical practices, along with diet etc. It was most useful. I
spent many years on the orthopedic wards, surgical wards, ear nose throat and eye
wards. I spent my last five and a half years in casualty. I was acting charge nurse on two
occasions but I was unable to apply for the position on a permanent basis due to
deterioration in Noel’s health. He had had a series of strokes over a period of eight years.
We had our house built to accommodate his wheel chair. Sadly, Noel passed away mid
1990, and the following year I retired from nursing.
I have maintained my many interests which include Scottish country dancing, having
gained my Prelim. Teachers certificate back in the late 80’s. I’ve held the President’s
position periodically throughout the years, as well as being their Regional President and
club tutor. I am a life member of the Napier club.
In the mid 80’s, I joined the Forest and Bird Society and take my turn at leading field trips.
I also assist with the tree planting at Tutira, an annual affair, plus other chores. I am a
keen member of our ‘Deco Dancers’ Square and Round Dance club. I have also recently
rejoined the ‘Good Companions Dance Club’.
For many years, I taught Sunday School at St. Stephen’s, and took my turn as President
of the Fellowship Group. I was ordained as an Elder some years ago, and was involved in
the Fellowship and Outreach committee. Over a period of years, I have raised funds for
the church through my Fellowship and Food committee by catering for many functions.
That ceased when St. Stephen’s merged with St. Paul’s. I now attend St. Columba’s
church, which is closer to my home, but I still assist with ‘manning’ their thrift shop.
To sum up; I am a lover of nature and a keen traveller. I love to go exploring. However,
most of all my family comes first, and time spent with them is all-important to me. I am the
proud Grandma to 11 grandchildren ranging in age from 27 - 7, and Grandmama to two
aged 4 and 18 months.
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THE BRICK
A young and successful executive was traveling down a neighborhood street, going a bit
too fast in his new Jaguar. He was watching for kids darting out from between parked
cars, and slowed down when he thought he saw something. As his car passed, no
children appeared. Instead, a brick smashed into the Jag's side door! He slammed on the
brakes and backed the Jag back to the spot from which the brick had been thrown. The
angry driver then jumped out of the car, grabbed the nearest kid and pushed him up
against a parked car shouting, “What was that all about and who are you? Just what the
heck are you doing? That's a new car and that brick you threw is going to cost a lot of
money. Why did you do it?”
The young boy was apologetic. “Please, mister...please, I'm sorry but I didn't know what
else to do,' he pleaded. “I threw the brick because no one else would stop...” With tears
dripping down his face and off his chin, the youth pointed to a spot just around a parked
car. “It's my brother, “he said. “He rolled off the curb and fell out of his wheelchair and I
can't lift him up.” Now sobbing, the boy asked the stunned executive, “Would you please
help me get him back into his wheelchair? He's hurt and he's too heavy for me.” Moved
beyond words, the driver tried to swallow the rapidly swelling lump in his throat. He
hurriedly lifted the handicapped boy back into the wheelchair, then took out a linen
handkerchief and dabbed at the fresh scrapes and cuts. A quick look told him everything
was going to be okay. “Thank you, and may God bless you,” the grateful child told the
stranger. Too shook up for words, the man simply watched the boy push his wheelchair-
bound brother down the sidewalk toward their home.
It was a long, slow walk back to the Jaguar. The damage was very noticeable, but the
driver never bothered to repair the dented side door. He kept the dent there to remind him
of this message: “Don't go through life so fast that someone has to throw a brick at you to
get your attention.” God whispers in our souls and speaks to our hearts. Sometimes, when
we don't have time to listen, He has to throw a brick at us. It's our choice to listen or not.
from Frances and John McLay

The Thirty Second Quiz

Don’t bother getting a pen and paper …. Just read …. If you can’t answer them, just
keep going.
1. Name the three wealthiest people in the world.
2. Name the last three sportsmen or sportswomen of the year in New Zealand.
3. Name three recipients of the New Zealand Order of Merit in 2008.
4. Name five people who have received a Nobel or Pulitzer Prize.
5. Name the five last Academy Award winners for best Actress or Actor.
How did you do? The point is, none of remember the headliners of yesterday. These are
no second-rate achievers. They are the best in their fields. But, the applause dies. Awards
tarnish. Achievements are forgotten. Accolades and certificates are buried with their
owners.
Now here is another quiz. See how you do on this one:
1. Name three teachers who aided your journey through school.
2. Name three friends who helped you through a difficult time.
3. Name five people who have taught you something worthwhile.
4. Name a few people who have helped make you feel appreciated and special.
5. Think of five people you enjoy spending time with.
Easier? The lesson? The people who make a difference in your life aren’t the ones with the
most credentials, the most money, or the most awards. They are the ones who care.
from Dot and Ian McLeod
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What Does Love Mean?
A group of professional people posed this question to a group of four to eight year-olds,
"What does love mean?" The answers they got were broader and deeper than anyone could
have imagined. See what you think:
"When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn't bend over and paint her toenails anymore.
So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That's
love." Rebecca - age 8
When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You just know that your
name is safe in their mouth." Billy - age 4
"Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and they go out and
smell each other." Karl - age 5
"Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your French fries without making
them give you any of theirs." Chrissy - age 6
"Love is what makes you smile when you're tired." Terri - age 4
"Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to
him, to make sure the taste is OK." Danny - age 7
"Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of kissing, you still want to be
together and you talk more. My Mommy and Daddy are like that. They look gross when they
kiss" Emily - age 8
"Love is what's in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen."
Bobby - age 7 (Wow!)
"If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who you hate,"
Nikka - age 6 (we need a few million more Nikka's on this planet)
"Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it everyday." Noelle - age 7
"Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even after they know
each other so well." Tommy - age 6
"During my piano recital, I was on a stage and I was scared. I looked at all the people
watching me and saw my daddy waving and smiling. He was the only one doing that. I wasn't
scared anymore." Cindy - age 8
"My mommy loves me more than anybody . You don't see anyone else kissing me to sleep at
night." Clare - age 6
"Love is when Mommy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken." Elaine - age 5
"Love is when Mommy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than
Robert Redford." Chris - age 7
"Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day."
Mary Ann - age 4
"I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out
and buy new ones." Lauren - age 4
"When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of
you." (what an imagination) Karen - age 7
"You really shouldn't say 'I love you' unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it
a lot. People forget." Jessica - age 8
And the final one -- author and lecturer Leo Buscaglia once talked about a contest he was
asked to judge. The purpose of the contest was to find the most caring child.
The winner was a four-year-old child whose next-door neighbour was an elderly gentleman
who had recently lost his wife. Upon seeing the man cry, the little boy went into the old
gentleman's yard, climbed onto his lap, and just sat there. When his mother asked what he
had said to the neighbour, the little boy said, "Nothing, I just helped him cry".

When there is nothing left but God, that is when you find out
that God is all you need.
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Church and Family News
FAIR 2009 This year's Fair will be held in March at a date yet
to be decided. Your convenors are Ross Stevens [phone 844-
8246] and Annette Jennings [phone 844-9960]. We would love
it if last Fair's stall convenors can repeat the great job they did
and will endeavour to contact them before Christmas - or you
can give us a ring, especially if you have new ideas. We will
again be seeking donations of goods and Garage Sale items.
Let's make it another good one!!

What’s on at St Columba’s
Prayer Group Tuesdays 11.00 am – 11.30 am Contact: Marjory Yelverton 843 5331

Mainly Music Wednesdays 9.30 am Contact: Margaret de la Haye 843 2272

(for pre schoolers) Thursdays 9.30 am Contact: Karen Jensen 843 9447

Op Shop Open Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday Contact: Verna Gillum 844 8265
10 am - 4 pm
Music Group Wednesdays 7.45 pm Contact: Colin Zachan 844 8050

Kool Kids Sundays 9.30 am Contact: Wilma Ennor 844 0401

Worship Band (practice) Thursdays 5.30 - 6.30 pm Contact: Kirsty Jamieson 844 4652

Youth Group Sundays 9.30 am Contact: Wim Slooten 844 9070

‘Massive’ Fridays 7 - 9 pm - fortnightly
‘Supa Massive’` Fridays 7 - 9 pm - fortnightly (on alternate Fridays to ‘Massive’)

House Groups
Monday 7.45 pm (fortnightly) Contact: Pam Thrupp 835 5785
Tuesday 7.30 pm Wim & Inger Slooten, 3 Essex Street 844 9070

MONTHLY
Mid Week Service 4th Wednesday 10.30 am Morning tea
11.00 am 1/2 hour service
Missionary Guild 3rd Thursday 1.45 pm Contact: Anne Lanigan 844 7495
Used Stamps Contact: Margaret Dorrington 844 4978
Women’s Fellowship 4th Tuesday 7.30 pm Contact: Peggy Flack 844 8412

OTHER MEETINGS
Board of Managers 1st Thursday 7.30 pm
Session Committees 2nd Thursday 7.30 pm
Session 4th Thursday 7.30 pm
Church Office Ph 844-5004 Monday—Friday 9.30am—12.00pm
Fax 844-5409 If no reply, please leave a message and we
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Church Postal Address: P O Box 7136, Taradale
Minister Rev Brett WALKER 844-2256
Session Clerk Pam THRUPP 835-5785
Parish Assistant—Youth Wim SLOOTEN 844-9070
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Financial statements Mob: 027 295 9981
Rentals Direct: 06 845 9065
Tax returns A/H: 06 845 1245
GARY BERNTSEN
Phone 835-5078
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Napier Repertory Players have given us a charity night after three

years on the waiting list.
The play is called HAYWIRE - a comedy by Eric Chappell
directed by Neville Baker. It is on 18th November. Doors
open 7.30 p.m., play starts 8 p.m. Make up a party of six
or ten to a table. This is a great night out. Tickets $25
(including supper) from Jenny Ziebe phone 844 3627.
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