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What happened on that first EVER Christmas? Were there really Shepherds and Angels and a baby in a manger? 👶
Rediscover the true story with us this year as we celebrate Christmas events throughout December and unveil our Giant Outdoor Advent Calendar at the Hub!...
A poem written about the passing of Queen Elizabeth II by Anne Woodcock.
Lay down your crown, Your Majesty,
Lay all your burdens down.
From this time forth, the rest for you is rest
From all your service, duty, toil and care.
Now all that’s beautiful and blessed
The overwhelming turnout of people over the last 10 days to pay their respects to the Queen is beyond remarkable. What is it about her passing that has left so many people so grieved?
Are we purely mourning the loss of the great mother figure of our nation? Are we...
We're delighted to invite you to our upcoming 2022 Easter events in Kingston whether you are a regular or a visitor.
If you are visiting we would especially love to welcome you to our main Easter Service at 10:30am on Sunday 17th April at Tiffins School.
The prayers here are divided into four sections, guided by relevant scriptures to remind us of God’s sovereignty in every part of this situation. The prayers and Bible verses were given by Pete and Anne Woodcock to encourage the church in praying particularly for the conflict in Ukraine.
Some people downplay the importance of the church; others are critical of the notion of church membership; whilst others view the church as a glorified social club, seeing it as no more than a place to enjoy a cup of coffee and a catch-up.
The 'Media Fast', at Cornerstone, is a time for us to ‘fast’ [as the name suggests] from social media, and, instead, to feast on God’s word.
As a church, we put down our consoles, smartphones and tablets; we stop tweeting, liking and sharing, for a whole five days. Instead we...
What would they think?
In the corner the couple, far-travelled and weary
Washed up in this place with its animal stink
Where they huddle together with improvised bedding
Assaulted by draughts and enveloped
In humidly hay-scented breath
But making the best of it here in the gloom
With the rustle...