Kevin Hale
Christmas Message
Christmas Message
Kevin Hale
Fourth Sunday of Advent

Dear friends in Christ

Shortly after the Annunciation Mary went to visit her cousin Elizabeth.

Fourth Sunday of Advent
Kevin Hale
Third Sunday of Advent 'Gaudete'

Dear friends in Christ 

The title of this Third Sunday of Advent takes its name from the Entrance Antiphon—or Introit—of the Mass: Gaudete in Domino semper: iterum dico, gaudete. Dominus enim prope est…Rejoice in the Lord always; again I will say rejoice.

Third Sunday of Advent 'Gaudete'
Kevin Hale
Second Sunday of Advent

Dear friends in Christ

Throughout Advent the Church uses the voice of the Old Testament prophets to assist us in the task of preparing a way for the Messiah.

Second Sunday of Advent
Kevin Hale
First Sunday of Advent

Dear friends in Christ

I would like to begin Advent by sharing with you some helpful lines from a sermon on Advent by Monsignor Ronald Knox, preached in 1947:

Everybody knows, even those of us who have lived most unadventurously, what it is to plod on for miles, it seems, eagerly straining your eyes towards the lights that, somehow, mean home.

First Sunday of Advent

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OLOL Ladies Group

We meet again on Thursday, 19th December at 10am in the Parish Centre. This will be our last Meeting this year and we plan to celebrate with some Festive cheer, reflect on this past year when we have enjoyed talks and presentations on a variety of subjects from our invited guests, plus a lot of ‘in-house’ entertainment from our Members.

Do come along and enjoy a mince pie and glass of Prosecco, plus a Bumper Festive Raffle.

Our next Meeting will be in January and if you haven’t joined us yet, just a reminder that the Ladies Group is open to all Ladies in the Parish, with subs remaining at just £1 per meeting.

First Sunday of Advent

First Sunday of Advent

Dear friends in Christ

I would like to begin Advent by sharing with you some helpful lines from a sermon on Advent by Monsignor Ronald Knox, preached in 1947:

Everybody knows, even those of us who have lived most unadventurously, what it is to plod on for miles, it seems, eagerly straining your eyes towards the lights that, somehow, mean home.