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HATS!
Last Christmas my youngest daughter handed me a
big box. ―Open it Mom, I thought of you when I saw
it.‖
I pulled off the lid and nestled in a pile of tissue
paper was a neat black felt hat. It was designed in
the nineteen twenties style and everyone agreed it
was me.
―I know you like hats,‖ she said, ―you can wear it to
Church.‖ But the whole thing got me thinking, I‘m
sure there are many ladies in the Church who can
remember, as I can, having to wear a hat and gloves
to Sunday service. Even when I went to Sunday
In Memory of Alex Shaw
School, we girls arrived in berets or bonnets
depending on the time of the year. When Jesus saw Nathanael approaching, he
Back in the nineteen fifties and early sixties no-one said of him, “Here is a true Israelite in whom
worth their salt arrived at Church hatless and many of there is nothing false”. John 1:47
the men also wore hats which they removed when He was compelling.
entering the building. Not because of stature or his wonderful voice
I understand the ancient idea of covering the That joined with others in harmonious
woman‘s head in a place of worship is so the men are worship of our Lord;
not distracted from their prayers by the woman‘s A joyful celebration of life.
beauty. I also read it is a mark of respect for the Nor because of his learning or fine speech,
place i.e. the Church, Mosque, Temple etc. But in the Though both were impressive and often
western world all that has fallen by the wayside and
entertained us.
most of us women in the mainstream Churches don‘t
wear coverings on our heads except by choice.
No, he was compelling
Because of his eyes.
As I grew up and became a teenager and young Clear, eyes that would twinkle, laugh
woman, I collected many hats. Some were fur and
Sparkle or darken in serious intensity;
suede, some cloth and straw. I had a wonderful white
straw bowler (a small round hat with a narrow slightly
Eyes that were never shielded;
curled brim) with a huge silk rose on the front which Eyes that held no deceit.
my Father referred to as my miners hat, because it Before his mouth would break into a smile
reminded him of a tin hat with a lamp on the front. And greet you with joy
When I was first married to Geoff we went to the As if he had just been thinking about you;
Isle-of-Arran and he bought me a suede deerstalker. As if you were the very person he had wanted
Now I wear a wide brimmed straw when I go fly to see,
fishing and lately I use my Dad‘s wool flat cap, His eyes had already invited you
because it makes me feel a little closer to him as he Into a circle of love.
creeps to the end of his life.
And even those of us who only met him
I can‘t see hats making a comeback in a big way for
Sundays at church, at choir practice or
Sunday worship and I don‘t think a fascinator is quite
what I had in mind either, Sadly there will only be
Tuesdays at coffee
two or three of us ladies taking the plunge Saw the beautiful soul mirrored in his open
occasionally. gaze and knew
How about one Sunday a month as HAT SUNDAY as a
mark of respect for the Place. – You never know, it
Here is a true Christian in whom there is
might catch on. nothing false.
Liz Hancock Karin Breuer
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IS IT SPRINGTIME ALREADY?
Seems like it. See the flowers and the
green grass? Hear the song birds in the
morning outside your window? But even
before the migrating birds appear,
the Mexican workers come flying –
onJanuary 12 forty-one to just one
farm, a dozen more in February and
likely 150 more by harvest time. Let us Run the Race
Their wives understand the absolute necessity of Everyone who competes in the games goes into
what for many has become an annual sacrifice; strict training. They do it to get a crown that will
their little children don‘t. Tearful separations at not last; but we do it to get a crown that will last
village bus stations are the rule. But the workers forever. ICor.9:25
adjust as they must, rapidly becoming a cohesive
and generally cheerful, productive band. It‘s been just a few weeks ago that we were
caught up in the Olympic fever. We cheered, we
As in other years, their needs here are many and
cried, we joyfully rode the roller-coaster of
varied;: translation and advice as they negotiate emotions as our athletes won or lost. We waved
at the store, the bank and the income tax our flags and for a short time, we were part of
accountant, transport to access services and, as something great; something greater than our
always, the essentials for work and daily living everyday walk. We were part of something that
they haven‘t been able to bring or couldn‘t stirred within us feelings of significance, of pride,
afford back home. of unity with strangers across our land and across
boundaries. I was gripped by that bond of
This year‘s ―shopping list‖:
fellowship and pride as I stood with my children
1. Again, large suitcases and carry-on cases. and grandchildren in front of the giant screen at
2. Work clothes, especially jeans, work shirts Robson square to watch the gold medal
and warm jackets. celebration and to sing our national anthem with
3. Always more bicycles. Thanks to the mens‘ 20-30,000 strangers in down-town Vancouver.
group and Barry Lyster‘s bike shop we now
have 11 available and roadworthy. And I was there, Sunday morning when my oldest
4. BICYCLE HELMETS! Word quickly spread that grandchild committed her life to Christ and gave
one worker was fined $120 for riding her testimony to 300 some strangers before she
was baptized. The same feeling of fellowship,
helmetless. Thus, adult-size helmets are and
pride and unity gripped me as we joined together
will be in great demand. to worship God. We were part of something bigger
If you are able to help fill any on these needs than ourselves; something great, something
please drop your items off at the church – or eternal. This was the gold medal celebration of a
phone me @ 467-8287 and I will be happy to pick child of God who chose to run the race—a race
them up. where the victor‘s crown is assured the moment
Those who came to John for baptism asked we commit ourselves to our Lord. We don‘t know
how difficult that race will be; how often we will
―What should we do then?‖ His first reply: ―The
stumble or fall; how steep the grade or how rocky
man who has two tunics should share with him the path beneath our feet. We don‘t know how
who has none.‖ (Luke 3: 10, 11). well we will run that race, how many times we
Message received and implemented! The will falter and who will come along side us; but
response from our congregation (and others) over we are assured that He who has called us will run
the past three years has been outstanding. The the race with us. He has guaranteed our victory
needs are ongoing. with his blood.
Thank you one and all! Karin Breuer
Roger Page
Spring 2010 Page 6
A Stitch in Time
The more I worked in our H.P.C. Family Bazaar, the more I was convicted that our church must
reach out to our communities and invite them to come to know the living God, Jesus Christ. Life
has placed huge burdens on the shoulders of people, a constant business with work, recreation and
juggling finances and family. It seems that wherever we turn, some good cause wants a piece of us.
As a result God gets pushed farther and farther out of sight until the idea of going to church
becomes foreign—just another organization that wants a piece of us; not knowing that for that one
hour in the week, the pieces are put back together again.
So word went out and we met prayerfully for the first time on January 28 to determine what a
women‘s outreach breakfast might look like; what God had in mind for us and we left with a
whirlwind of ideas in our heads. But where was God leading us in this? We committed to pray for
this group that we might know what God chose for our parameters.
Our second meeting began with setting directions. Carol-Ann had been led to Psalm 139 and read to
us verses 13-16, a celebration of life, a celebration of harmony with God. It seemed to us, that God
created us harmoniously—―intricately woven in the depths of the earth‖—and that our group should
therefore reflect that and work in harmony with our church family to reach out to the community.
It was almost a given then that our first Women‘s Breakfast should be a celebration of visual and
auditory harmony. We were excited when Shirley Zeron agreed to be our first guest speaker who
will speak to us on what the gift of music has meant to her in good times and in bad times. Ellen
Lewis‘ beautiful quilt for Shirley‘s retirement prompted us to ask Ellen if she would display her
work and briefly speak on her passion of quilting. We were delighted when she also agreed.
Dorothy Willems and Carol Tebbutt, both gifted in music, agreed to arrange this part of the
program.
Eight sub-committees were formed headed by 2 people for each committee who will in turn invite
others to join in the work so that many hands will make light work.
Saturday, April 17 will be our big day. Doors open at 9:00. The program will start at 9:30 a.m. We
hope that all the women in our church family—young and old—will come and bring a friend
and will pray for the success of this outreach ministry.
Karin Breuer
Holy Week Services are intended to help you slow down and focus on the meaning of the
Christ‘s death in preparation for Good Friday and Easter. Please remember to keep the
evenings between Palm Sunday to Good Friday free for worship. We‘ll be reading texts
from John 12 this year.
Sun. Mar 28 7:30pm John 12:12-29 Jesus comes to the Feast
Mon. Mar 29 7:30pm John 12:1-11 Jesus anointed
Tue. Mar 30 7:30pm John 12:20-36 The hour has come
Wed. Mar 31 7:30pm John 12:37-50 Belief and Unbelief
Thur. Apr 1 6:00pm Maundy Thursday
Candlelight Service
Fri. Apr 2 10:00am Good Friday
Sun. Apr 4 10:00am Easter/Communion
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You are
Haney invited!
Youth
Group
Church Family
GAMES!! Fun Night CRAFTS!!
Sat. March 27th
POTLUCK
DINNER 5:30pm
RE-MATCH!!
6 – 7:30pm every 1st and 3rd Friday