Just A Sparrow

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House Sparrow (RSPB)

Used to be that the first thing heard as sleepy eyes welcomed the new daylight was the cheerful chirruping sing-song of House Sparrows under the eaves.

No more.

I miss them lining up along the fence, like neat little brown uniformed soldiers watching eagerly for breakfast crumbs. Nowadays House sparrows are very much a rare sight in our parts of the Midlands. Although their cousins the Tree Sparrows are still content with their lodgings among the shrubs and trees in my backyard.

We used to sing as children:

There are hundreds of sparrows, thousands, millions,
They’re two a penny, far too many there must be;
There are hundreds and thousands, millions of sparrows,
But God knows every one and God knows me.

Teacher told us didn’t she? That Jesus (Matthew 10: 29-31) said that we, small, chirpy birds were worth more than many sparrows, and that our Father in heaven knew exactly how many hairs we had on our heads!

Wow! We were important! The small, and ordinary were important. So very important that God, had bothered to count the number of our hairs.

Have you noticed that no-one, absolutely no-one likes to own up to being small or ordinary anymore? There is such pressure nowadays to be someone to be the one who shines brighter than the lights on the Christmas Tree, life is all about being the One on Top, the Celebrity … Yes, it’s true, I feel that it takes hard work to achieve the top jobs, the big bank balance, the fame (or notoriety) of the Stars but when we have got there, will it be worth it? Will we truly be happier than the ones that don’t?

I woke up this morning and I felt happy.
Happy that I have a home, a safe place to lie down and sleep, sleep that had come easily to a head untroubled about tomorrow with no worries, no anxieties . I’m the little sparrow who found a home (Psalm 84:2) -l lay my weary head on my Father’s breast because God knows every one and God knows me.

I am glad to be a little sparrow.
I wouldn’t trade my ordinary life for fame, fortune, position or power …
I am happy with the nest I have, and in time of trouble or distress, I hide beneath the Almighty’s feathers: He is no Sparrow but He loves me!

St Giles Singers Celebrate The Queens 90th Birthday

St Giles Singers are getting in Tune for a special concert to mark the 90th Birthday of Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth II.

Their programme includes popular songs from the decade of Her Majesty’s long and glorious life, so there should be something to stir up our memories, set us humming and tapping our feet.

Reverend Ian Shelton, Music Director Agata Beaman and St Giles Singers warmly invite you to join us in St Giles Church, (Rowley’s Parish Church) on

Saturday, June 11tn, 7:00pm for an evening of celebration of our Queen’s remarkable life of service to our Nation and to us her people

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God Save Our Queen
Long May She Reign

Getting Ready

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Jemima may be sitting pretty waiting for eggs to hatch, but at Rowley church feathers are ruffled, and there are plenty of quacks, squawks, squeaks and other sounds of intense activity, and enjoyment; as St Giles folk get prepared for this year’s Summer Fayre and Flower Festival.

The Fayre begins at 12:00 noon in the Church Hall, Hawes Lane, Saturday 4th June.

Back in February, the Hall completed 60 years of service to Rowley’s Community, but I think Peter Rabbit has never visited before which explains the flurry of excitement.

Will the cottage be painted in time?

Please come along and meet Peter and Beatrix on Saturday the 4th, and enjoy an afternoon of fun. All your usual stalls will be there, the Bottle Stall is being abundantly stocked, every one’s favourite home baked cakes, Tom-bola, Fancy Goods plus one or two surprises more. The Kitchen is looking to its menu to provide excellent refreshments for you to sample as you catch up with the gossip … Come…see

The Flower Festival, over the road in Church is also being carefully prepared for with Beatrix and her cheery, characters providing us with delight.

Date: Saturday 4th June 2016
Time; 12:00 Noon onwards
Venue: Rowley Church Hall and St Giles Parish Church, Rowley Regis
Rowley Church

A Time To Say Goodbye

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Leslie Thomas Whitehouse-Bird

Rowley Church knew him simply as Les. Born on the 28th August 1921, Les was called home to be with his Saviour and Lord on the 21st March 2016.

Always the most gentle and humble of men, he believed in keeping a low-profile, Les played many roles, did many kindnesses, rendered a full service to Lord and church.

Among those roles were Bell Ringer, Chorister, Server, Sunday School Teacher and P.C.C. Member and I dare say, plenty more things beside, but everything he did he did well and in such away as to earn the respect of all.

At the beginning of December 2015 a letter dropped onto the doormat and in keeping with their life-long habit of ‘keeping a low profile’ Mrs Nellie Bird has made little mention of it, the letter was a Royal Invitation for her husband to receive the Royal Maundy Money from Her Majesty, the Queen in St George’s Chapel, Windsor. Sadly this was not to be, since Les was too unwell to travel; Tides and Tidings records it here because we believe as do all, who had the privilege of knowing him, that this was a well-deserved honour!

Not one of all, those Les taught in Sunday School has, to this day forgotten the answer to his often repeated question:
What time is it?”

It is time to seek the LORD” (Hosea 10:12)

Posted in love and respect of a good Christian Man.