Here are a couple of poems for Easter from Audrey Tucker. The first letters of each line spell out 'HOSANNA' and 'KING'

Hail to the king of kings, no
Other is greater than he.
Suffering for those he came to save
Are we going to fail him now?
Now he assures there's nothing to fear
Now his peace he gives to us
A peace so deep, so pure and true.

May it comfort and guide us through!

Kings and rulers all will perish.
Idols will never prevail.
Never will his kingdom fall.
Great and glorious is his call!

This is a story of someone who was helped a lot through Thanet Winter Shelter and other joint church initiatives locally. None of this was directly linked with St. Luke's but it is a great encouragement of the impact of some of the initiatives being carried out by Christians in Thanet. 

Thank you to Andrew McMillan who asked Daniel these questions.

A second poem from Pam Elmes that focuses on the theme of hope in difficult times (cf. 1 Kings 18, especially verses 41-44, this was at the end of three years of drought).

Here are some photos sent in by Vanessa Shingles of some events we held at St. Luke's between 2016-2017:

St Luke's Church memorial service, 20th March 2016

​Musical interlude St Luke's Summer Tea, 16th August 2016

St Luke's Service, 20th March 2016 in memory or those killed in air raid on 19th March 1916.

St Luke's Summer Tea Cake, 5th August 2017

Entertainment St Luke's Summer Tea, 5th August 2017

​More entertainment, St Luke's Summer Tea, 5th August 2017

One idea on this page is to share mini-autobiographies of members of St. Luke's. This one from Peter Erlam comes as a poem!

​A Northern lad born of Cheshire farming stock,
My infant years amid lush dairy pastures.
Golden days, guided by His gracious hand,
So happy to be in this God-given land.
 
A childhood so carefree, how blessed was I
To roll in grass, run through head-high corn.
And, at harvest, to sit atop sweet bales of hay,
Then stack them in barns, somewhere else to play.
 
Always in a safe place but changes were coming,
Village primary followed by a big city grammar.
I biked to a station that escaped Beeching’s axe;
What joy! Still a steam train to Manchester ‘n’ back.
 
But my real love, long before girls, was kicking a ball
All times and anywhere, in garden, park or playground.
I’d dream of lining up with Charlton, Best and Law,
Though in a team of such stars, no chance I’d score!
 
Having swung through the Sixties into the Seventies
It was just the right time to leave home for uni.
The world was your oyster, just hitch a ride
In bell-bottom trousers and a T-shirt tie-dyed.
 
With a degree in the bag and no rush to find work
I headed to Canada to see the Great Outdoors.
Returned four months later with a big box of LPs
And a letter from Lynne, my university squeeze.
 
In it she suggested we should meet up at Christmas,
How about that pub near Granada TV studios?
Lo and behold, the relationship grew stronger,
No doubt in my mind I would marry this teacher.
 
Twenty pounds, my first pay as a trainee reporter.
Lousy money, great job. That’s why I did it for 40 years!
First step on the career ladder took me to Carlisle
Where, not long after, Lynne and I walked down the aisle.
 
In Cumbria we discovered the pleasure of walking,
Up hills and along valleys of the Lake District.
With daughters in tow we got to the top of Catbells,
But soon we had scaled Helvellyn and other loftier fells.
 
The wonder of Creation was everywhere to be seen,
Always revealing itself in Nature’s sublime beauty
Now, three decades later, there’s nowhere I feel
Closer to God than during a simple walk in the fields.
 
Work was the reason that brought us down to Kent,
A lovely county but lacking in mountains to climb.
‘If these are the Downs, where are the Ups?’ we asked.
Do not despair: less rain here and more sun in which to bask.
 
 I felt even better on seeing so many cricket grounds;
Too old for football, this would be the sport for me.
I signed up to play for a village near Maidstone
And thirty seasons on, I still turn out at Teston.
 
So much has happened in the last dozen years
The worst? Losing Lynne ‘n’ my mum in the space of a week
The best? Both daughters having children of their own.
Even better? I married Brenda and we love our new home.
 
Yes, blessings aplenty - good neighbours, caring church family,
Life in Ramsgate is certainly sweet; but is there a downside?
Well, who would have thought it when we tied the knot
That we’d spend more time in lockdown than not!
 

​A poem by Audrey Tucker, one of our members, reflecting on how praising God makes a day in lockdown a great day.

Sue lives in Spain and she recorded this video about her journey with God for the church she attends out there. However, when she is in the UK, her and her husband attend St. Luke's as does her mum Pam Mercer and her identical twin sister Chris Kirk. Below the video is a picture of Sue and Chris at St. Luke's back in the 1970s!

Something the Holy Spirit gave me a few years ago. At the time it took few minutes to write, but it's as fresh for me today as it was then. And these words are for everyone to give a special focus on God.