Our Crib festival is now featured in the Comet and its web site. Follow the link http://www.thecomet.net/news/st-ippolyts-church-s-nativity-crib-festival-kicks-off-advent-1-5307163
Our 2017 Crib Festival stepped up from previous years with over 187 cribs on display. This year thanks to Paul Pinkstone, Andrew Russell, Dee Soden and Jeff Phillips we had a living crib where visitors could dress up and be part of an actual crib. Everyone had loads of fun dressing up as Joseph and Mary, Angels and Wise men.
Of course we must thank Barbara Thomas, Mary Hooper, and Jane Veasey who arranged and organised the festival, all the helpers who manned the festival over weekend and all those who lent their cribs to make everything so successful. Without all the hard work from an army of people our crib festival would not be so enjoyable.
If you missed it this year, do come along in 2018, it is such fun!
You can see a selection of photos from the festival in our gallery
Our wonderful Nativity Crib Festival is now in its 10th Year!
If you’ve still never been come along and see why for so many it now marks the start of the festive season. The church will be filled with crib sets (over 150 last year) and the variety is truly astounding. Big and small, old family treasures and newly bought or even home-made, they come from all over the world (well almost) and are made from everything from wood to newspaper, metal to glass and from banana leaves to citrus peel (yes really!).
Beside each crib is a card telling its own unique “story”. Which one will you like best? It might be the shepherd from one made of newspaper that had its nose nibbled by mice in the attic. Or perhaps the olive wood one owned by a local
farmer whose grandchildren scour the house each year for ornaments of farm animals to add to the scene. Or possibly the one hand made from Fimo by a youngster who ran out of time and patience and who has never managed to
make a third king?
Tea and delicious cakes will be available in our little “café” area and you will
have the chance to win your own crib. Entry is £2.50 and children are free.
If you have a crib set that you would like to lend us (it doesn’t have to be new
and glamorous, the old, tatty ones often have a wonderful “story”) or if you are
If you are able to help steward over the weekend or to provide a home baked
cake please keep your eyes open for the sign-up sheets at the back of the church.
ST. IPPOLYTS CHURCH FLOODLIGHTING
It is the time of year when we offer the opportunity for you to sponsor the church floodlighting for the coming year. It was installed just in time for Christmas 1999 and has run every evening since then apart from some Good Fridays. Maintenance is a problem now as the luminaries originally purchased are no longer available. If you would like to sponsor a week or more to celebrate an anniversary, or an event,
it is still £15 per week. There is a sign-up board at the back of church and an associated calendar showing the week numbers. We would appreciate having cheques as it is easier to see who has paid. These should be given to Roger Cox.
How many of you have ever watched The Simpsons? I have never been much of a fan but I have often used the catchphrase of one of the characters, Homer Simpson, the one where he exclaims ‘D’oh!’ whenever he realises
he’s done something stupid or not noticed the obvious!
I had a ‘D’oh!’ moment when I went to the Post Office the other day to post one parcel and collect another one. It had been a busy week, I was rushing around gradually getting grumpier and moaning to anyone who would listen about how busy I was so I wasn’t best pleased to see a huge queue in front of me. Sighing inwardly I joined the queue, mentally noting how slowly everyone seemed to be moving and wishing they would keep their jolly conversations with the counter staff to a minimum to speed things up! I smiled outwardly of course, mainly because I was wearing my clericals and nobody wants to see a tetchy vicar!!!
Finally, it was my turn and I handed my parcel over to be posted, closely followed by the card that indicated the package I had come to collect. ‘Oh I’m sorry’ said the cashier, ‘you have to collect parcels from that counter over there’. I turned to where she was pointing and was greeted by a queue longer than the one I had just been standing in. I confess that my smile did not reach my eyes and I’m not sure I managed to hide my displeasure completely as I flounced (my mum tells me I do that!) to join the back of the ‘collection queue’.
I stood behind a little old lady who looked far too cheerful for a dreary Monday morning and prepared to waste another twenty minutes in impatient grumpiness. Alas, or so I thought at the time, my clerical collar seemed to be an invitation to engage in conversation (I told you I was grumpy!!) and the little old lady started to chat. ‘How lovely to see a young lady of the cloth’ she remarked, winning me over from the word ‘young’ and proceeding to tell me about her life from birth to the present day!!
Despite her cheerfulness, it turns out that this little old lady had had quite a harrowing life with much grief and hardship along the way but she told her story without a hint of bitterness, frequently saying how grateful she was for the many blessings she had received, including the chance to have a conversation with me that morning as she had no family and hadn’t spoken to anyone since the last time she was shopping three days ago.
That was the ‘D’oh!’ moment. The moment that God dropped the thought into my head that my life really wasn’t all about the micro-universe I had chosen to inhabit that morning, the one that revolved solely around my needs and my wants. My impatience to get through my busy day was blinding me to the joy that could be had within that busy-ness, moment by moment. I was rushing to get to the end of the day without cherishing the minutes and hours along the way.
Before I knew it, it was my turn to be served at the counter and I hadn’t noticed the length of my wait, thanks to the little old lady with the beaming smile who took the time to jolt me out of my grumpiness and who had unknowingly changed the mood of my whole week for the better.
It was a timely reminder as the church begins the season of Advent, the season of expectation and anticipation, as we prepare to celebrate the coming of Christ in his incarnation. It’s a busy time for all of us and it is so easy to get swept up in our ever-increasing ‘to do’ lists as we look ahead to Christmas Day. But before Christmas, comes Advent. God’s invitation to be patient, to prepare and take stock and to anticipate, with growing excitement, the joy that is promised through our saviour, Jesus Christ.
So, I thank God for that little old lady, and I pray that we may each be reminded to enter into the joy that is offered in every moment of our day.
In our busy-ness, in our quiet times, in our obviously happy moments and
in the times where there seems little to be happy about, Christ walks with each of us, patiently waiting for us to notice his presence.
May you too have many ‘D’oh!’ moments!!! I wish you all a very Happy Christmas and a joyful New Year.
With love - Ginni
Wednesday,22nd November 2017. Holy Communion Service is unfortunately cancelled
There will be an open house at Audrey and John Burr's home, 15 Grange Close, Hitchin, in two sessions - 10:30 to noon and !4:00 to 15:30 on Wednesday 22nd November.. The UK Government will match all donations so doubling whatever is raised for this hard working and effective charity. do come and bring your friends too.
A big thank you to everyone who supported and helped at the Quiz Night in our Parish Hall last Saturday. Everyone appeared to enjoy themselves, in spite of the quizmaster. Well done to the winning team 'Four Candles x 2', interlopers from Clifton and surrounding villages. They will have to have a significant handicap next year!!
The event helped raise over £1300 towards church funds, thank you to everyone for being so generous.
LINK TO HOPE
Here are just a few of the 90 Christmas shoeboxes that we sent this year.
Thank you to all who have contributed in any way.