Sermon preached by Mark Wakefield on 2nd December 2007
Isaiah 2.1-5, Romans 13.11-end, Matthew 24.36-44

Remarkable though it seems to me, it's now getting on for six months since I was ordained at St. Paul's and began life as your new curate. It will surprise none of you to know that this has taken quite a lot of getting used to. For one thing I was never before in the habit of dressing up in frocks, so turning up every Sunday and climbing into one of these gorgeous silk numbers has been quite an experience.

Sermon preached by Roberta Burke on All Saints, 4 November, 2007
Hebrews 12.1

Recently the letters of a famous person were published. One read: “When I try to raise my thoughts to heaven – there is such convicting emptiness that those very thoughts return like sharp knives & hurt my very soul. – I am told God loves me – and yet the reality of darkness & coldness & emptiness is so great that nothing touches my soul.” “I want – and there is no one to answer – no One on Whom I can cling – no, No One. – Alone … Where is my Faith – even deep down right in there is nothing, but emptiness & darkness.”i

Sermon preached by Mark Wakefield on 18 November, 2007
Malachi 4:1-2; II Thessalonians 3:6-13; Luke 21:5-19

A few weeks ago I found myself sitting in a really boring meeting at work.    It's got to be one of the disadvantages of working for almost any large organisation - particularly if you are in a management position - that your working life tends to be measured out by meetings.  Of course, many of them are useful and important but in my experience a good few are neither and this, unfortunately, had all the signs of being one of them.

A Sermon preached at the Parish Church of St Mary the Virgin, Primrose Hill by the Reverend Robert Atwell, on Sunday 28 October 2007

Feast of SS Simon & Jude

Ann Morisy in her book, Journeying Together, tells a wonderful story about a Mothers' Union meeting in a village in Kent. At this particular meeting were three guest speakers, all of whom were Mothers' Union workers in Zimbabwe. They spoke of how important hand sewing-machines were to the villages in Zimbabwe because there was no electricity, and the women needed them to make clothes for their children.