Church Banners 2

At the same time that we are contemplating new banners we are experimenting with a wide format printer which we have just purchased.  It is an HP Designjet 500 inkjet printer which will print up to 610mm wide and any length you choose.  I am presently experimenting with printing onto coated fabric and exposing it to our wonderful climate to see how weatherproof it might be.  It has crossed our minds that we may be able to incorporate some of the printed fabric into our banner making, although the coating tends to give it a rather stiff finish.  I will pass on my experience as the experiments progress.  It certainly seems to provide a rather more affordable alternative to purchasing ready-made posters and banners and will mean that we can be more creative without having to always be limited by the cost.

Church Banners

I have recently been thinking a lot about making a banner for the front of the church. The purpose being to encourage people to worship, to think about the reason they are coming to church, to promote thoughts and quiet reflection.

I have to say that if you knew me you already know that me and needles don’t go well together so think I am being a bit barmy thinking about even doing this.

Our banners are fabric and hang quite high up on the front wall of the church. I was just wondering if anyone knows of any places on the web to search for ideas that are very simple. I have tried but I am obviously not using the best words to search with as I’m not having much joy.

If you know of any where please will you reply with the info?

Thank You

28th December 2009

Yesterday we went for a walk to Formby Point to look at the squirrels. We did realise that there might not be many squirrels because of a squirrel disease but we also had a discussion as to whether squirrels hibernate or not. Anyway the squirrels obviously had more sense than us because there were none about. Not only did we venture out in the snow and ice but Ken and my mum had an ice cream while I had an ice lolly. They said it was very strange eating an ice cream that got harder rather than softer whilst they ate it.

Crashed Hard Disc

Working on the computer the other day I was watching the printer, busy producing leaflets for distribution around the village telling the world what New Longton Methodist is doing in the weeks coming up to Christmas.  All was well and the printing was on schedule.  Without warning the computer suddenly shut down and began to reboot.  It then repeated this process endlessly until I switched the thing off.  Luckily I also have a laptop so I was able to search the Internet to find what the problem might be.  It looked very much like a Sasser or Blaster virus and, by all accounts, might prove difficult to remove.  I visited various sites and downloaded all sorts of software which might just get rid of the virus.  After driving myself mad with the thing for a couple of days I decided to resort to the last resort of reformatting the hard drive.  Having had a similar scare once before I had armed myself with a Maxtor external hard drive which did an automatic backup every night. I knew that I was in for a lot of work re-installing all the software but there seemed to be no other option.  I spent the rest of the day waiting for the hard drive to re-format and then installed Windows.  Now to look at the Maxtor hard drive and see how to restore all my precious files.  This was when the problems started.  To cut a long story short, the external hard drive had also failed, whether because of the same virus or some other reason I cannot say but on dismantling it the discs were not spinning.  After hours of fiddling I managed to get the drive to run but all that it would do was to click violently and produce rough noises.  Another search of Google suggested that Maxtor drives, and probably many other drives do not last for ever and that recovering the data from the drive could be incredibly expensive. 

I have to admit that as I began to assess what I had lost I felt physically sick.  All my photos, recording of Church Choir events over many years, names and addresses of friends and family, electrical records from my PAT testing machine, e-mail addresses, the list just went on and on.  I continued to struggle with everything, trying first this and then that in a desperate attempt to recover even just some of what I had lost.

When I went to bed that night I lay awake thinking about this and began to realise how much importance I was putting on all this information – all in the past.  It seemed as if my life couldn’t go on without this mass of information about the past.  Had I become dependant on this data.  When I wakened up the following morning I was still feeling upset about the whole thing but had to admit that I still had a lot to be thankful for.  There would be many folks around the world who would consider the loss of some computer data a very minor matter compared with the losses they were facing.  Would the world really end because of this.  Would it matter to anyone else other than to me. 

As I thought more about it and gradually started to re-install my programmes I began to realise that perhaps it had its advantages.  I was no longer a slave to the past.  What had gone was gone forever and I needed to start anew.  When I started to look among my papers I found a list of names and addresses of friends and family so that could be put back.  I still have CD recording of much of what I had lost and gradually my computer is getting back to normal.  I must say that it is much easier to find my way around now that several years of rubbish have been removed and it is the chance to learn from the past and organise things better in future.

Perhaps we might benefit if we could have the courage to do something similar with our lives and let go of the past, with all its memories and associations.   Memories are not a bad thing and can bring much pleasure and certainly learning from the past by studying what has gone before and learning from it should improve our lives but when the past begins to control what we do it can become a limiting influence. We can find ourselves putting every event on the spreadsheet of life and comparing ourselves with others, with past performance, are we living up to expectations, are we performing as well as we should, are we cost-effective, in fact – we can begin to question our own worth by measuring ourselves against others, against the ‘norm’, instead of believing that every one of us has a purpose in life and we all have gifts and talents which we can use, even in the most difficult situations.  When we give up on life we are failing to see the possibilities each new day offers.

Ordination

Lord Griffiths, an ordained Minister in the Methodist Church and past president of Conference has asked for permission from Conference to receive “Conditional Ordination” in the Church of England. Permission has not been given for this to take place and I believe rightly so.  For the Church of England to require that Methodist Ministers receive Ordination by an Anglican Bishop is clearly stating that Methodist Ordination is not sufficient or complete in itself and therefore Methodist Ministers must be considered inadequate or inferior.  I consider this to be an insult to our clergy and a clear statement that we are not considered equal partners in the Methodist Anglican Covenant.  I have never heard it suggested that an Anglican Vicar or Priest would have to undergo Ordination in the Methodist Church before being allowed to officiate.  Perhaps we should insist on this and see how well that is received.  Perhaps not so well known is that the Anglicans are in dialogue with the Catholic Church with a view to eventual uniting of the denominations.  Can we expect therefore that our Ministers will then have to undergo another Ordination before becoming  Catholic Priests.  I don’t blame the Anglicans for holding fast to what they believe.  It is just a pity that we couldn’t do the same.  That might just involve telling them where to go and that wouldn’t be “PC”.  But isn’t that just what John Wesley did?

Robbie Williams

The other day I heard a song on the radio which I noticed kept mentioning Jesus.  Not being someone who tends to follow the charts and which particular song is “in” I didn’t know what or who it was.  I did try emailing the radio station in question thinking they would be able to tell me what it was but I heard nothing so I forgot about it.

Then today I caught the repeat of X Factor, not something I tend to watch these days but there was Robbie Williams singing his new song – the same song I heard on the radio.  I then thought I would look up the lyrics on the internet and found many different comments from people who were trying to work out what Robbie was trying to say to people through his music.  The lyrics are as follows:

God gave me the sunshine,
Then showed me my lifeline
I was told it was all mine,
Then I got laid on a ley line
What a day, what a day,
And your Jesus really died for me
Then Jesus really tried for me

UK and entropy,
I feel like its ****in’ (beeped out) me
Wanna feed off the energy,
Love living like a deity
What a day, one day,
And your Jesus really died for me
I guess Jesus really tried for me

Bodies in the Bodhi tree,
Bodies making chemistry
Bodies on my family,
Bodies in the way of me
Bodies in the cemetery,
And that’s the way it’s gonna be

All we’ve ever wanted
Is to look good naked
Hope that someone can take it
God save me rejection
From my reflection,
I want perfection

Praying for the rapture,
‘Cause it’s stranger getting stranger
And everything’s contagious
It’s the modern middle ages
All day every day
And if Jesus really died for me
Then Jesus really tried for me

Bodies in the Bodhi tree,
Bodies making chemistry
Bodies on my family,
Bodies in the way of me
Bodies in the cemetery,
And that’s the way it’s gonna be

All we’ve ever wanted
Is to look good naked
Hope that someone can take it
God save me rejection
From my reflection,
I want perfection

Bodies in the Bodhi tree,
Bodies making chemistry
Bodies on my family,
Bodies in the way of me
Bodies in the cemetery,
Bodies in the bodhi tree,
Bodies making chemistry
Bodies on my family,
Bodies in the way of me
Bodies in the cemetery,
And that’s the way it’s gonna be

All we’ve ever wanted
Is to look good naked
Hope that someone can take it
So God save me rejection
From my reflection,
I want perfection

Jesus didn’t die for you, what do you want?
(I want perfection)
Jesus didn’t die for you, what are you on?
Oh Lord
(Jesus really died for you) Ohh
(Jesus really died for you)
(Jesus really died for you) Ohh

You can also listen to the song

I’m really not sure whether Robbie is for or against Christianity, or if it means anything to him but one thing I do know is that this song has certainly  got people talking and thinking about whether Jesus did die for them.

Well there we have it.

Brown Owl has made a pronouncement in reply to “The plot thickens” to the effect that since none of the Brownies are interested in what gender Pebbles is – (and no-one else seems to be too interested either!) then we are trying to answer a question which no-one has asked.  Probably. if asked, the Brownies would say “why does it matter” and one cannot argue with that sentiment.  Therefore – from henceforth – Pebbles is neutral.

Tawny Owl and I intend to go to Southport tomorrow night to watch the fireworks. An hour and a half of top class fireworks for a fiver sounds like a good deal to me.  Soon we will be having our annual bonfire down at the local farm.  It has never been advertised as a public event and started over forty years ago when the present farm owner and his sister were children.  Friends from the Church went along and a good time was had by all.  It has continued, without a break, every year since then and is a brilliant evening with no alcohol, no rowdies or hooligans, no throwing of fireworks, good food and a good chat.  It is a lovely evening which is family friendly and we have some brilliant fireworks and a huge bonfire, all free.

The Plot Thickens!

The Brownies managed to raise enough money to sponsor some animals for 12 months.  As part of the package we were given 3 soft toys of the 3 animals we sponsored.  This means we now have 4 creatures that can go home with 4 Brownies who have earned them.  As leaders, myself, Brown Owl and Mr Owl (otherwise known as the Church Mouse) had a discussion about what sex we thought they were and whether we should have the discussion with the Brownies.  In the end we decided that maybe it was best not to go down that route and leave it to the imagination of each individual girl.  Did we do the right thing?  Who knows….only time will tell!

Seventh Day Adventist

Went to the Salvation Army last night to hear the Seventh Day Adventists worshiping and singing.  Does that make me ecumenical. I think so. It is certainly more inspiring than the Methodist  Anglican covenant, which has done nothing so far.

What is Preston up to?

For ten years now we have been told that the Tithebarn project would be the best thing since sliced bread for Preston, with a complete redesign of the City Centre.  First it was going to be a show piece for the 2012 Preston Guild – then there was going to be a delay and we would be in the middle of a building site for the Guild.  Then further delays and it would not be likely to start until after the Guild.  We had an exhibition showing a large model of what the new City Centre would look like and numerous articles in the local paper.  Now it has to go to a public enquiry, which will cost £800,000 and there are fears that the developers will pull out and the whole project will collapse.  One letter to the editor of the Lancashire Evening Post said that the writer had a scrapbook full of cuttings from the paper, with countless different versions of the design for the revamp, now its on, now its off – and dire warnings about the chaos which would result once the builders started.

I have yet to meet anyone who believed that it would ever get off the ground so none of this comes as any surprise – just disgust at the amount of money being wasted talking about it.

Then, as if this wasn’t enough – let’s redevelop the historic Winkley Square, with fountains, flashing lights and all sorts of futuristic nonsense.  This has been met with a great deal of opposition but still simmers on.

Once the planners get on a roll there is no stopping them so the next idea was to tart up the Flag Market.  The best thing they could do with that would be to demolish the ugly Crystal House but no – lets have seven 17 meter high electronic banners !!!   Todays paper has the headlines “Flag Market Revamp Blow”  The revamp of Preston’s historic Flag Market was on the brink of collapse today.  The City Council is in danger of missing out on vital cash to fund the £4.5 million project.

I’m quite sure that most people would consider that spending £4.5 million on the flag market is hardly VITAL and the money could be much better spent.

The good news, after all this doom and gloom, is that approval has been given to build a huge pumping station on green belt land just outside Preston with five miles of tunnels, up to 100ft deep, below the streets of Preston.  There are fears that it could cause severe disruption to motorists while it is being built.  I guess that they might be right on that one.  They say that it could be up and running by late 2012.  Well, like all these other schemes, I’ll believe it when I see it but one thing seems certain – they are determined to find some way of bringing chaos to Preston during  Guild year.   If all goes well they may just get all four schemes well under way by 2012 and then we might have to cancel Preston Guild.  We could always ask Blackpool Council if we could hold Preston Guild there.