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The Right Time...

In our service this morning, in honour of the change to BST last night, our intern, Patrick Harley is leading our All Age Service on the theme of "Time." I'll be continuing that theme tonight at our Cafe Church when we'll be sharing in this adaptation of the famous passage from  Ecclesiastes:

There is a right time for everything, and a season for everything that happens on the earth:
A right time to be born and a right time to die, 
A right time to plant and a right time to reap, 
A right time to kill and a right time to heal, 
A right time to demolish and a right time to construct, 
A right time to weep and a right time to laugh, 
A right time to mourn and a right time to dance, 
A right time to break down walls and a right time to build them up,
A right time to make love and a right time to abstain, 
A right time to search and a right time to count your losses, 
A right time to hold on and a right time to let go, 
A right time to tear up and a right time to mend, 
A right time to shut up and a right time to speak up,
A right time to love and a right time to hate, 
A right time to wage war and a right time to make peace.
Ecclesiastes 3:1-8 

Shalom

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