Today, I went along to St Helens Bishopsgate for their Easter service. Throughout the year, they hold services twice a week, and I try to get along as often as I can. Unfortunately, this is less frequently than I would like.
I find it really helpful to have a mid-week top-up, but it is also great to walk into a church in the middle of the city of London and find it packed. Given the reputation of the City this is not something that you would expect, and although I have been going there over a period of some years, I am still surprised.
If I could share a couple of verses from songs that were sung today, that resonated with me:
| Oh, to see my name
written in the wounds, for through your suffering I am free. Death is crushed to death, life is mine to live, won through your selfless love. |
Jesus, friend of sinners,
loved me ere I knew him. Drew me with his cords of love, tightly bound me to him. ‘Round my heart still closely twined, the ties that none can sever. For I am his and he is mine, forever and forever. |
