Wednesday, 9 March 2011

St. Peter's on the Wall

Whilst out on a ramble (in the time before my digital camera)
how long can that be!
we visited St. Peter's on the Wall - an ancient chapel on the edge of the marshes looking out over the North Sea.
It is said to be the place where St. Cedd brought Christianity
to England.
See some history at the end of this post


The chapel is still used today

There were children on the walk with us finding a different way to occupy themselves!


653 AD The arrival of St Cedd.



654 Cedd founded a Celtic style community at Othona, built his Cathedral of St Peters on the foundations of the Roman fort and was consecrated Bishop of Essex. In fact Cedd's Cathedral was built where the gatehouse of the fort had been - so it was built on the wall of the fort - hence the name - Saint Peter-on-the-Wall.


664 Cedd died of the plague at Lastingham in October. Soon after the death of Cedd, Essex was taken into the Diocese of London and St Peter's became a minster for the surrounding country.


1068 The Chapel became the property of the Benedictine monastery of St Valery on the Somme.


1391 The Chapel was sold to William of Wykeham.


1750 For many years it was used as a barn for the storage of grain and shelter of cattle.


1920 Restored for use as a Chapel.




The Early History


1300 years ago there were people working in Ireland and Scotland to spread the Christian faith. In Ireland, Patrick had established many monasteries and from there Columba had come to Iona, a tiny island off the west coast of Scotland, to establish a monastery and many other Christian centres.




From Columba's monastery, a man called Aidan was sent from Iona at the invitation of King Oswald of Northumbria to set up a monastery at Lindisfarne on the north-east coast. It was also to be a school where Anglo-Saxon boys could be trained to become priests and missionaries. It was in this school that Cedd and his brothers Caelin, Cynebil and Chad learnt to read and write in Latin, and learnt to teach the Christian faith.




The four brothers were all ordained as priests and two of them, Cedd and Chad, later became bishops. Cedd's first mission was to go to the midlands, then called Mercia, at the request of its ruler, King Paeda, who wanted his people to become Christians. Cedd was so successful that when King Sigbert of the East Saxons (Essex) asked for a similar mission, it was Cedd who was sent.




So in 653 Cedd sailed down the east coast of England from Lindisfarne and landed at Bradwell. Here he found the ruins of an old deserted Roman fort. He probably first built a small wooden church but as there was so much stone from the fort he soon realised that would provide a much more permanent building, so he replaced it the next year with the chapel we see today! Cedd modelled his church on the style of churches in Egypt and Syria. The Celtic Christians were greatly influenced by the churches in that part of the world and we know that St Antony of Egypt had built his church from the ruins of a fort on the banks of a river, just as Cedd did on the banks of the River Blackwater in Essex (then known as the River Pant).



Cedd's mission to the East Saxons was so successful that the same year he was recalled to Lindisfarne and made Bishop of the East Saxons. His simple monastery at Bradwell would, like those at Iona and Lindisfarne, have been at the same time a church, a community of both men and women, a hospital, a library, a school, an arts centre, a farm, a guest house and a mission base. From there he established other Christian centres at Mersea, Tilbury, Prittlewell and Upminster.




Cedd often visited his northern childhood home and in 659 was introduced to King Ethelwald who asked him to establish a monastery in Northumbria. Cedd chose a site at Lastingham as it was wild and seemed fit only for wild beast, robbers and demons. Again this was exactly how St Antony of Egypt chose his sites. In 664, while at his monastery in Lastingham, Cedd caught the plague. As he lay dying 30 of his monks from Bradwell came to be with him. They too caught it and one young boy survived and returned to Bradwell.



Sunday, 6 March 2011

Well Dressing in Derbyshire

The following three photographs I took in 1998 showing how the towns and villages in Derbyshire dress their ancient wells once a year

Every picture tells a story and
every picture is made up entirely of flowers







The following pictures are scanned from the above book
Outside Derbyshire well-dressing is a mystery.
Even inside the county it is a mystery in the
Shakesperean sense of a skilled craft practiced only by a priviledged few initiates.
In reading the above book, well dressing almost certainly originated in pagan sacrifices to water-gods as a thanksgiving for past supplies and an inducement for further favours. Finding the sacrifice of humans and animals wasteful and sometimes distressing, primitive man adopted the more economical, colourful practice of hanging garlands of flowers above springs as some South American Indian tribes still hang torn strips of colourful cotton above springs and wells for the same purpose.

The early Christian church handled pagan customs sensitively, absorbing and adapting rather than supressing. That this was a slow process is clear from a decree of 960 expressly forbidding the worship of fountains. As late as 1102 , St. Anselm was still condemning 'this form of idolatory'.

But well-dressing today has strong religious links. Probably 3 out of every 4 pictures has a religious theme and an interdenominational blessing of wells is held everywhere. There are some well-dressers that see it as akin to harvest festivals.











Saturday, 26 February 2011

A Day in February

School Half-term holiday already for Oliver
and Grandma gets to take care of him for a day

Here he is with the white chocolate and caramel chip cookies that Grandma helped him to make - ready for the oven.
When I was getting everything out he said, "Call me when you need me - no don't do that, call me when you are ready to weigh the chocolate chips,Grandma"

We had a simple but fun day
Having been to the adventure play ground in the park our next call was to the
Vintage Emporium
This is a massive place and only a few photos here but Oliver just loved running around the passages and asking about everything.
The kind of place that would take a day to look at everything and without a 4 year old




















The tea room was very in keeping with the atmosphere



Then once back at the house Rebekah was home and saying cheese when she saw my camera!

And here she is having zipped a toy into my camera case

Wednesday, 23 February 2011

The Grace Outpouring


The write-up on the back cover of this book says it all.
Imagine a House of Prayer in every town.
Imagine churches filled with Christians who want to bless others; who want to pray and then stand back and watch God at work, changing lives before their very eyes.

Since his arrival at the Ffald-Y-Brenin centre in rural Wales, Roy Godwin has been able to imagine all this - because he has seen the amazing effects of God working in sovereign power on people who weren't even sure He existed! Roy has witnessed the outbreak of God's bounty and blessing in the retreat centre, in the grounds, in the fields and out in the community. His story will be an inspiration to all those who are looking for a new trust in God's willingness to bless the needy with repentance and the Holy Spirit.
These photographs were taken by a friend who visited last yesr

I read this book for the first time last year, though I have known about it for quite some time, as I know many people and have many friends who have visited and/or stayed there. As far as my reading the book is concerned, it impacted me with a renewed sense of Grace. For the people I know it seems people come away having had very different experiences but all speak of the sense of peace and the presence of God.







The chapel is built into the mountain


When Roy and his wife Daphne first took on the centre they did not understand why God had called them there as their ministry had been very much in evangelism. However very quickly God began to show them. People would drive past and feel compelled to drive up the hill and find out what it was all about.

Roy felt that what he was to do was offer hospitality, bless people and pray for them and leave the rest to God. Confirmation came when a couple felt compelled to drive up to the house and when offered tea the man began to talk about po*rn*ography and continued to utter foul language during a tour of the grounds. At the end Roy ushered him into the chapel and as he stepped over the threshold he fell to the ground and weeping called on God to forgive him asking God to clean him up and sort out his life.

The following link gives much more information if you are interested by clicking on the various subject tabs.

http://www.ffald-y-brenin.org/

Wednesday, 16 February 2011

1:1:11 ???

Some interesting numbers this year
1.1.11     1.11.11     11.11.11
and
if you take the last 2 numbers of your date of birth
and
add the age you will be this year you will come up with
111


Here we are before the age of digital cameras with 14 megapixels
and certainly before blogging was even a word, some photos of Bridgnorth in Shropshire, an English town on the River Severn 













and a couple of a steam train approaching the railway station at Arley
think The Railway Children

How much amateur photography has advanced since I took these about 1995

Saturday, 5 February 2011

The Silversmith and some Colchester

I came across this recently and liked it

The Silversmith



There was a group of women in a Bible study on the Book of Malachi. In Chapter 3 verse 3 it says: ‘He will sit as a refiner and purifier of silver’. This puzzled the women and one of them offered to find out all about the process of refining silver and report back to the group next time. She tracked down a silversmith and made an appointment to visit his workshop to watch him at his craft. She didn’t mention the reason for her interest.


She watched as the silversmith held a piece of silver in a flame and let it heat up. He explained that to refine silver one needed to hold the metal right in the centre of the fire where it was hottest so as to burn away all impurities. The woman thought of God holding us in such a hotspot from time to time but wondered again at the words of the verse ‘He will sit as a refiner and purifier of silver’. When she asked the silversmith if he really had to stay sitting there in front of the fire the whole time the silver was being refined, he answered that yes, he not only must sit there holding the silver steady but he needed to keep his eyes on it every second it was in there. For if the silver was left a moment too long in the heat it would be destroyed.


The woman asked one final question. ‘How do you know when the silver is fully pure?’ He smiled at her. ‘That’s easy! It’s refined when I can see my reflection in it like a mirror.’

Did you?


Thought I would post these last few photos of Colchester. You may remember my post on Colchester Castle and it's history.
Colchester is Britain's oldest recorded town.

The Emperor Claudius spent just sixteen days in Britain, long enough to lead his troops into Camulodunum and receive the submission of several British kings. The Roman army then built a legionary fortress on the highest ground inside Camulodunum, the site of the present town centre.



By AD49 the fortress at Camulodunum had been turned into a civilian settlement named Colonia Claudia after the Emperor, and this became the first capital of the new Roman province of Britainnia



Here we have just left the castle and are walking up the high street.

The Town Hall




An old coaching in from the front
and from the back


Speciality Sausages
Would like to have tried but we did not have a cool/ice box with us
Waterstones book shop

and a selection of other shops and such a mixture of the old and new