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Poems & Writings

This page is for members of our congregation who feel led to write anything which God has put upon their hearts.  What we have experienced can help others.  Please feel free to contact us if these poems or writings have encouraged, inspired or moved you in any way.  God bless

Samuel - By Catherine Drabble

 

I ran out of the doorway and stopped abruptly at the top of the steps. How was I ever going to see her in this crowd? I lifted a hand to shade my eyes against the glaring sun and squinted into the distance.

 

“Perhaps she’s not coming this year,” I whispered softly to myself. Then I spotted her; she had seen me first and was waving frantically, her beautiful smile obscuring everything else around her.

 

We ran to each other with joy and laughter and then we hugged. We hugged for a long time unable to conceal our happiness and delight.

 

As I felt her warm embrace the memories came flooding back.  The memory of the day she left me; the day I felt she had abandoned me. The feelings that I tried hard to push to the back of my mind but today, because she was here holding me, I allowed my thoughts to wander to that moment when I was four years old.

 

We had gone on a journey and had brought a bull with us for the annual sacrifice; it was the first time I had witnessed such a thing and I can still hear the bellows of the animal as it was restrained and then sacrificially killed.

 

I was too young, I didn’t understand; I just had a dreadful feeling of fear and uncertainty as I saw my mother talking to a man. They were both pointing and staring at me. Then my mother drew me to her and put a colourful coat on my small shoulders and promised she would bring me a bigger one next year. “You have to stay here,’” she said as she stroked my hair and cupped my face in her hands.

 

I threw my arms arounds her waist and wrapped my legs around her legs and cried and screamed. I was never going to let her go. She gently unclasped my hands and pulled me up to her shoulder. I could feel the dampness of tears on her face and they mingled with mine.

 

“Hush little one,” she whispered. “Be brave, God will make this as easy for you.” Then before I knew what was happening she was walking away. I tried to run after her but I was held back by large gentle hands. I looked up and Eli, the man my mother had entrusted me to was stood there, smiling down at me.

 

Many years have passed since that day and every year my mother has kept her promise to visit me at festival time; bringing me a beautiful new hand woven coat.

 

We stopped hugging and she looked at me “You must have grown at least a foot I hope this new coat fits you,” she laughed, as she handed it to me. She took my hand “Come, your father and brothers and sisters are waiting to see you.”

 

“I have so much to tell you mother,” I replied. “You’ll never believe what’s happened to me!” And so, as we walked, I told her about the night when I was sleeping in the Tabernacle and a voice called my name.

 

“I had thought it was Eli asking for me so I rushed to his room to see what he wanted but it wasn’t him so I went back to bed. Then the same thing happened two more times until Eli told me that it was the Lord talking to me. So I lay in bed and told God that I was listening.

 

It all seemed so unreal; it was the first time I had received a message from Him. It was strange but it opened up my eyes up to a spiritual world. God told me things. He trusted me with His word and I now understand why I am here! You were right Mother; God has made it easy for me.”

 

And it was true. It had become easy. Being away from my family had become easy. Living with a priest had become easy but most of all learning to serve God and follow Him had become easy because I had been brought up in His presence, He was my Lord and I loved Him.

 

My mother stopped walking and turned to look at me, “Samuel,” she said with tears of happiness running down her cheeks. “You have no idea how many times I have prayed to hear you say those words. I am so blessed,” she smiled. 

 

Samuel: chapters 1-3

 

Alluring Love
 
Part One
Our love started way back. We were inseparable
Our mindset flowed smoothly
We enjoyed each others company
It was beautiful beholding each others eyes and being able to understand our feelings
We had good and great plans, we were already working on. 
Many delight to spend time with us
We trusted each other, believed in each other. Our words to each other resonated only true love, acceptance, honour, respect and loyalty
We tried to outdo each other in service
Our mutual commitment to one another gave us strength to weather bad times
Our lives produced rest, peace, joy abundance
We were content being in each others life
 
I was totally content with your life definition. Your ways, acts and presence resonate congruity in an unexplainable ways. You exude light, honour, glory and a kind of weightiness that is undeniable. 
Whoever contacts you always leaves with a touch that creates an hunger for more. 
Your presence and fellowship gives a kind of satisfaction and succor that is priceless. 
Who will not want to be in your presence forever? 
Who will not want to be in the presence of such true love enjoying unceasing fellowship? 
I wouldn't miss that for anything in the world. 
 
Part Two
I became so relaxed that I did not notice a new guest that just joined us. 
Our guest was well known to you. You were in close union before. 
There was a marriage of purpose and mission. 
The guest knew your heart, had understanding of those things that are of value to you. He had tasted the beautiful endowment experienced when you have been given your rightful place
The guest seem determined to stay with us and just enjoy with us our fellowship that was devoid of pretence. It was a truly transparent union. 
I noticed how our guest took time to observe you, your walk and work, working closely to do only that which pleases you. 
I became comfortable with your guest, I just sense I could trust him and also learn from him wisdom that will enhance our relationship. 
When you decided to expand our place of domain, you delegated some assignment to me which I gladly accepted. 
You implanted your expected picture of the finished work on my heart. I carried this picture everywhere, thinking about it and seeking for best possible strategies for proper and effective implementation. 
Your guest offered to help and I accepted. We started working on it together. 
I really liked his ideas, methods and ways to achieve the expected picture. I trusted his ideas and we looked like a perfect team until I suddenly realised the picture in my presence is different from the one implanted in my heart. 
When you came to inspect my finished work, it was looking very rough, full of ditches and trenches that made it looked like a graveyard. 
As I stretched my hands to hold you, the ditches and trenches got bigger and bigger and suddenly I fell into one of them and a sleet covered me up. 
I screamed, shouted, cried until there was no more strength. 
As I turned around to look closely at where I am now, all I could see was thick darkness and the groaning of many voices 
The pain and anguish with a sense of helplessness was deadly. 
I felt so sad that I was not careful, was not watchful and took my gaze away from you and fixed it on the stranger
I felt pained that I did not check with you all that the guest told me before folowing it through
I miss our union, fellowship and communion that daily birth life, hope, joy and peace in me. 
I have tried to look for a way out but all I see are ditches and trenches filled with people mourning and groaning
Ooh, ooh, ooh, what a helpless person I have become
Can I ever find a way of escape? 
 
Part Three
Ooh! how my heart longs for our daily communion.
As I look around me trying to savour the reality of my new life, I noticed all around that  the groaning voices seem to fade away into an indistinct rumble.
The whole atmosphere seemed to be one of self acceptance and adaptation. Everywhere I turn I see hearts that are looking for ways to be comfortable in a place that is filled with darkness yet outwardly looks attractive with the capacity to satisfy every whim and Caprice and at all levels, without any form of restriction. 
Yet in the midst of all this, I have unceasing heart pangs, when I recall how life used to be. 
As I thought deeply on these happenings, the guest appeared suddenly,  but this time in a different costume, looking fierce and angry? 
I was startled. I thought I was seeing another person until I realised it was the same person; he had  just changed his garment to get my attention and draw me into his plan
Now I am upset with myself. How could I have been so careless and gullible. 
The guest seems so happy with his spoil. Ooh, how he oppressed us daily yet no one could question or challenge him because we all willingly sold him our rights. We have become his subjects by choice. 
He promised us life, abundance, fame, prestige, yet all these never seemed to satisfy my heart longings.
My heart longed for my one and true love whose relationship with me transcends all that the guest promised. 
I then decided to make the effort to return to my one and true love. 
The plan failed I the F rst instance. My misery and sense of helplessness were brought home to me.
I thought I could save myself, but the more I tried, the more I became enveloped in darkness. 
Ooh what a life!
 
Part Four
My life seem meaningless to me now.
I cannot deny the sense of aloneness, loneliness and rejection that I experience daily.
As I considered my predicament, I felt a presence. 
I could not see or hear but perceived what the presence radiated - Peace!
I craved the experience of this kind of peace on a daily basis.
I pursued this desire earnestly.
I sought to find the person who radiated such presence. 
The more I searched,  the more elusive it seemed. But anytime I relaxed and rested, I experienced calmness in my heart. 
The kind of calmness that makes my present situation look like nothing.
The kind of calmness that gives strength and power to float over life's turmoils
Suddenly light burst forth into the dungeons and trenches; then I saw him, my one and only.
The true one!
I saw him with his battered and totally marred visage; with wounds all over him, nearly unrecognisable!
His present image greatly disturbed me as I have always enjoyed fellowship with him in all his splendor.
Why now will he chose to look so wounded and bruised.
As I pondered the question and  hesitated to ask him, He just shouted my name and asked me to come to him.
His invitation hit my heart deeply and all I could ask was why he looked like that.
And he said, I love you too much to let you go.
You were mine and you will always be.
I did all I have to do to get you back.
I paid the price of my love for you.
Your life matters to me.
What we had was too precious to allow a stranger and peverter derails us from our path.
We were meant to fellowship with one another and out of that union, give birth to life, love, joy, peace, fruitfulness and all that I represent.
I could only respond in awe and surrender into his arms.
What true love, that a man will go all out to seek redemption for the object of his love, without  regard to cost
I am in awe of this kind of love.
A true love that signifies Redemption and Release!

Thirsty

I'm thirsty, so very thirsty in this empty, dry and barren land.

Lord please come and fill up this cup.

Drip by drip, drop by drop, don't stop

Please pour in more Lord

Fill it up to overflowing

So that inside there's a a knowing, a surging, urging, purging...

a knowing of Your overflowing, spilling out into this empty, dry and barren land.

 

My tears cry out for Your rain Lord

Rain down Your blessing Lord

Rain on us Lord

Reign in us Lord.

Let Your blessing flow through this empty, dry and barren land

For we are thirsty Lord

So very thirsty in this empty, dry and barren land.

 

Living water of God, please flow through this temple

Pushing and rushing

Rushing and gushing

Please flow through this temple and out of these doors once again.

 

I am thirsty Lord, please fill this cup to overflowing....

 

By Phil Drabble

There Is A Dance

There is a dance, a simple dance created for all but danced by few

 

It is the dance of truth...  So much more than just steps in a rhythmic beat.

 

It's a belt wrapped tightly around our waist giving us power to face the world without fear.  It supports and holds so that all through the dance we can stay on our feet.

 

Dance, dance on...

 

It's who we are and the way the dance touches our hearts that counts before God.  God will guide us to His truth...  The only truth that gives real meaning to our lives.

 

For there is a dance, a simple dance created for all, but danced by few.

 

It is the dance of hope...  So much more than just steps in a rhythmic beat.

 

Dance it ans something happens inside; it is a hope that is always faithful and certain.  Run, run for your life, run to God and grab hold of hope with both hands and never let it go.  All through the dance, hope without swerving, swirling or swaying and love with your arms open wide.

 

For there is a dance, a simple dance created for all but danced by few.  So much more than just steps to a rhythmic beat.

 

It is the dance of love

It keeps on dancing and never gives up

Love always puts others first and doesn't want what it doesn't have

Love doesn't boast and it isn't proud and pushy

Love is calm and is quick to forgive

It loves the truth and always trusts in God

Constantly looking for the best in everything and everybody

Love never looks back

But keeps dancing to the end

Dance, dance on...

 

For these things remain... Truth, Hope and Love

With true love lasting more than a lifetime

 

For there is a dance, a simple dance created for all but danced by few.  So much more than just steps to a rhythmic beat.

 

The dance is at its best when it moves in the centre of God's love

Let our arms open wide and prepare our hearts, ready for forgiveness

For He is strong and He wants HIs strength to live in us

He has offered us freedom so let's accept it with grateful hearts

For He is here to give us a rich and full life

This is the unending Life, the real Life

 

And the dance goes on and on

 

For there is a dance, a simple dance created for all but danced by few.  So much more than just steps to a rhythmic beat.

 

Catherine Drabble

Fingers & Thumbs

My once beautiful, fragile heart lay slumped on a stone-cold floor.  It was broken; hurt and damaged beyond human repair.  The enemy's arrows had been fired, sure and swift, and had easily met their mark.  The deadly shafts of wood with their barbed heads had sliced effortlessly into my soft flesh.

 

It was still beating but bleeding and broken and bathed in bitterness.

 

I wanted to blame the world; my friends, may family, my work colleagues, my neighbour who never said hello.  But deep down I knew that the only person to blame was me.

 

I had been given a gift by God - a gift of heavenly protection.  I had been presented with God's armour but it was my responsibility to put it on and I had been careless.

 

I was excited in the early days to put on the belt of truth but my enthusiasm turned into clumsiness.  I became all fingers and thumbs and I missed the notch on the belt.  The belt was loose, it had never been tight, and so my honesty and integrity began to slip and the belt came undone and clanged to the floor along with its sword.

 

I lived with that for a while but my bekt was an integral part of keeping my breastplate of righteousness in place.  The breastplate that protected my heart; the most sacred part of my body.  Without the belt it began to slip and slide and move around until eventually it too clattered to the ground.

 

I was now totally exposed and vulnerable and all because I had been clumsy with the truth.

 

So there lay my armour on that cold surface along with my battered and bruised heart.  The truth lay unbuckled and twisted; righteousness lazed in pieces and the word of God rested useless amongst my broken life.

 

So I had a choice.  I could scream at the world and at God and indulge in my private pity parties night after night or I could fall to my knees and pick up the armour of God.

 

So I picked up and tightened the belt of truth around my waist, being careful not to miss a notch.  I put on my breastplate of righteousness and my helmet of salvation, making sure they fitted perfectly.  And for good measure I laced up my shoes of the Gospel of peace and held high my shield and walked into the world holding forth my sword; the Word of God.

 

My armour - my gift from God was now no longer on the floor, it was where it belonged.  I could now stand against the enemy and withstand any arrows that came my way and if needed I could stand some more.  And my heart?  Well my heart was no longer broken, it was healed and complete and above all protected by my gift of heavenly armour.

 

Catherine Drabble

15th October 2019 

Her Name Is Beauty

(A)

 

Beauty that is her name

No matter how hard you try to get her to call herself that, she refuses.

Why wouldn't she call herself such a wonderful name?

Why would she shun away an invitation to see what she has, or could become?

Why would she turn away an invitation to soar and revel in her personal glory?

 

Her response is amazing

Why should I call myself beauty?

What is beautiful about me?

Right from a young age, all I have ever known is pain, rejection, mockery, abuse.

The important people in my life felt I was a mistake, a child that should not have been born.

There must be something wrong with me for them to say that

At every stage of my life, there seems to be something wrong with me

I struggled through school, having problems communicating well

I was constantly laughed at for making effort to improve on myself

No matter how hard I try, I always seem to take the wrong step.

Everybody cannot be wrong

Something must be wrong

I have tried over the years to look for ways out of this pattern of sorrow, pain, anguish, rejection.

Everywhere I turn, all I see is life confirming what I'm trying to run away from.

There seems to be no way out except acceptance of my life the way it is.

As I accept what life has thrown towards me, I stay within my life limitation

Life has shown me that I am a mistake, a person that should be avoided, with nothing good to offer

I have accepted that.  I live through each day anticipating when I will breathe my last breath.

Leaving this world seems to be the only way out

I am eagerly waiting, anticipating and looking forward to leaving this life that seems meaningless to me

Here you come now and you call me beauty?

Why should I answer to your lies, using words just to generate positive emotions that do not last?

Beauty, Beauty, Beauty

Please let me be, my name is not beauty but pain.

Please let me be

Her name is beauty

 

(B)

 

He called me beauty

Why would he do that?

How much does he know me?

Does he know the kind of life I have lived?

The despicable things that I have done that I am now ashamed of

THe adventures I have been on that has sank me deeper in misery and pain?

His response startled me

I know you

I know your journey

I know your heart longings

I see your struggles

Your struggles to evolve

Your struggles to come alive, to be free from the shackles of life's limitation

I see the desparation in your eyes to be true to yourself, to be real, be genuine and not live under the cloak of pretence seeking for men's validation

I see it all

I called you beauty because that is who you are

Your beauty can only be experienced and seen if you allow me to help you

I call you beauty because your intricate formation, design, disposition are uniquely yours and no one else's

I called you beauty because you are endowed with talents, abilities and gifting that makes you stand out among men

You were not created to just be a number

You were created to manifest beauty because your name is Beauty

 

(C)

 

He called me beauty

His words are different

His words warm my heart

His words pierce my heart with such soothingness that I could literally feel weights being lifted off me.

His words release a depth of calmness that I have never felt before

His words makes me wanted and loved

He is not calling me by my sins

He is not labelling me by my mistakes

He is not laughing at my shortcomings

He is not calling others to mock me

All he is doing is calling me a name that I have never been called before - Beauty!

He is calling me beauty without demanding perfection first

He is calling me beauty in spite of my life miseries

He is definetely different.  I wonder who he is?

His response melted my heart to surrender

Of course I am different

I loved enough to lay down my life for you

I took your punishment so that you might be forgiven and live a forgiven life

I took your wounds, grief, sorrow so that you might be healed and live in perpetual health

I loved you enough to die your death so that you might receive life and live life abundantly

I truly showed you my love when I took your shame, guilt, regret, rejection so that you can have full acceptance

I became all that you were so that you could become all that I am

You might look at your life to date and see only ugliness, but when I look at you all I see is my beauty

The price for your ugliness to become beauty has been paid

All I ask is to allow me into your life

To help you become the real you, to help you answer to your real name - Beauty

 

Your name is Beauty

Answer to it and the beauty will manifest

 

Olarenke Gbadebo

October 15th 2019

 

Church Services Re-Starting

The Word of Life WRU Church has opened its doors since June 15th for private and individual prayer.

 

But from Sunday July the 5th we are opening for Sunday Services.  From 10:30am we will recommence our Sunday Services, with Praise & Worship led by Pastors Michael & Lindsey; however there will be no congregational singing.  Prayer will be led and congregational.  Holy Communion will be taken, but each person must bring their own bread and wine/juice.  A sermon will be preached and coffee and tea will be served at the end of the service.  We will still be broadcasting the service live on our Facebook live page for those who cannot attend the service.

 

Social Distancing of 1 metre must be upheld and sanitiser is available at both entry points and exit points.

 

We are looking forward to seeing everyone back in the building together and while we cannot sing together, there will come a time soon when we can.

 

Please if you can and are not meant to be shielding, make every effort to come along and join us to worship our awesome God and Saviour.

 

From Tuesday 7th July at 10:30am we will be holding our prayer group again.

 

From Friday 10th July from 10:30 am we will be holding our coffee morning again.

 

Social distancing measures are in place and hand sanitising measures are at all entry and exit points.  Also at all events we must sign in so that in order that we can comply with COVID 19 track and trace regulations.

 

God bless

Pastors Michael & Lindsey Hedley

Creativity In The Community

Now that the lockdown measures are being relaxed the  Word of Life WRU Church are pleased to announce that Phil and Catherine Drabble have been given funding through Awards For All for a Creativity in the Community Project.

 

This project will be based in our Church building, and will explore creative writing, photography, upcycling of furniture and a range of other creative subjects. This project will be on Wednesday Evening and Thursday Morning and is open to all who would like to explore learning new skills in the arts and crafts environment.

 

If you would like to take part in this please contact us at the Church or Phil and Catherine

Church Services Update

Every Sunday we are having a live stream service from 11:00am till 12:00.  This is being streamed through facebook live on our facebook Word of Life WRU Church page.  We have secured a live stream licence, and a music reproduction licence which allows us to broadcast songs of various Christian artists that are named within the database of CCLI.  THis means we will be singing our praises to God together albeit remotely, sharing communion together and Pastor Michael will continue to share his sermons live through facebook live.  If you miss that live feed then they will appear on our church facebook page, and will later be uploaded onto our website here.  They will also be uploaded onto our Word of Life Whatsapp page as well.

 

Every evening around 6pm, we will also deliver a short message and a prayer on facebook which is pre-recorded, however we may go live with those too.  Pastor Michael will also record the sermons he has already prepared for the continuing exposition of the Book of Revelation and these will appear as pre-recorded sermons on our sermon page here.

 

We are looking at ways in which we can continue to support not just our congregation but the wider public as well and more information will be posted at a later date about our plans.

 

This is only temporary and one day very soon we will all meet together again to rejoice together, pray and hear the Word of God together.  We look forward to that glorious day.  For now Lindsey and I would like to thank you for your encouragement, your love and support throughout these difficult days.

 

Be assured.  Jesus is still Lord and God is and always will be in sovereign control of His creation.  God bless and lots of love from Pastors Michael and Lindsey Hedley

Completion of Theology Training

It is with great pleasure to announce that Pastor Lindsey Hedley has completed her Theology Training Course.  Her certificate was presented by Pastor Michael at our Sunday Service.  Lindsey has gained so much from doing this course and has been truly blessed by completing it, gaining a great understanding of our awesome God and His Word.

Overseas Mission Project for 2019 -20

The new project for the Wesleyan Reform Union's Overseas Mission Department will this year be to raise £9,000 for a new Cystoscope machine for the Good News Hospital in Mandritsara in Madagscar.  All funds that the Word of Life Church raise this year from our Diner's will go towards that fund.  If you would like to donate to this worthy cause please contact Pastor Lindsey and she will assist you in making your donation.  God Bless.

Christian Retreat

Our Mission House next door to the Church is available for bookings to stay for 1 to 30 nights.  The house is used as a Christain retreat, and we can offer a wide range of support programmes during your stay with us.  

 

From Bible Teaching - various topics - to Worship Leading - to dance as a form of worship, prayer and a range of other activities.

 

We are based on the wonderful panoramic Northumberland coastline which is literally 5 minutes drive away, but also have access to the beautiful Northumbrian Countryside and Cheviot hills which are only 30 minutes drive.

 

Pleas see our Mission House Christian Retreat Section on this website, or visit our Mission House Retreat page on facebook.

BREAKING NEWS

Jesus Christ is the same today, yesterday and forever

 

Hebrews 13:8

 

This is not just breaking news, it is the news from yesterday, today and tomorrow and guess what?  It is forever.  Hallelujah!!!!!

 

 

GET INVOLVED

Contact us at:

 

Word of Life Church

Wesleyan Reform Union

North Seaton Road, Ashington Northumberland NE63 0AG
 

Tel: 01670 814425

Mobile 07879253072 Michael

Lindsey 07854820012
E-mail: wordoflifechurch@hotmail.co.uk

 

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