Saturday 11th April

April 10th – Holy Saturday

Mark 6. 45-51    Jesus Walks on the Water

45 Immediately he made his disciples get into the boat and go on ahead to the other side, to Bethsaida, while he dismissed the crowd. 46After saying farewell to them, he went up on the mountain to pray.

47 When evening came, the boat was out on the lake, and he was alone on the land. 48When he saw that they were straining at the oars against an adverse wind, he came towards them early in the morning, walking on the lake. He intended to pass them by. 49But when they saw him walking on the lake, they thought it was a ghost and cried out; 50for they all saw him and were terrified. But immediately he spoke to them and said, ‘Take heart, it is I; do not be afraid.’ 51Then he got into the boat with them and the wind ceased. And they were utterly astounded.


1 When the storms of life are raging, stand by me;
when the storms of life are raging, stand by me.
When the world is pounding me
like a ship upon the sea,
Lord, who rules the wind and water, stand by me.

2 In the midst of tribulation, stand by me;
in the midst of tribulation, stand by me.
When the hosts of hell assail,
and my strength begins to fail,
Thou who never lost a battle, stand by me.

3 In the midst of faults and failures, stand by me;
in the midst of faults and failures, stand by me.
When I’ve done the best I can,
and my friends misunderstand,
Lord, who knows all about me, stand by me.

4 In the midst of persecution, stand by me;
in the midst of persecution, stand by me.
When my foes in battle array
undertake to stop my way,
Lord, who saved Paul and Silas, stand by me.

5 When I’m growing old and feeble, stand by me;
when I’m growing old and feeble, stand by me.
When my life becomes a burden,
and I’m nearing chilly Jordan,
Lord, the Lily of the Valley,        stand by me (stand by me).

Charles Albert Tindley (1851-1933)

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There’s little joy in life for me

And little terror in the grave;

I’ve lived the parting hour to see

Of one I would have died to save.


Calmly to watch the failing breath,

Wishing each sigh might be the last;

Longing to see the shade of death

O’er those beloved features cast.


The cloud, the stillness that must part

The darling of my life from me;

And then to thank God from my heart,

To thank Him well and fervently.


Although I knew that we had lost

The hope and glory of our life

And now, benighted, tempest-tossed,

Must bear alone the weary strife.

Charlotte Bronte, On the death of Anne Bronte



My heart did heave, and there came forth, O God!

By that I knew that thou wast in the grief,

To guide and govern it to my relief.

    Making a sceptre of the rod:

        Hadst thou not had thy part,

Sure the unruly sigh had broke my heart.


But since thy breath gave me both life and shape,

Thou knowest my tallies; and when there’s assign’d

So much breath to a sigh, what’s then behind?

    Or if some years with it escape,

        The sigh the onely is

A gale to bring me sooner to my blisse.


Thy life on earth was grief, and thou art still

Constant unto it, making it to be

A point of honour, now to grieve in me,

    And in thy members suffer ill.

        They who lament one crosse,

Thou dying daily, praise to thy losse.

George Herbert (1593-1633)


What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the master calls a butterfly.

Richard Bach


Saturday night…

Lord Jesus, risen from the dead and alive for evermore: stand in our midst tonight as in the upper room; show us thy hands and thy side; speak thy peace to our hearts and minds; and send us forth into the world as thy witnesses; for the glory of thy name.

John R. W. Stott

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