Sunday 10th December 10.00 am Open Doors All Age Christingle Service
Sunday 17th December 11.00 amFamily Carol service
Sunday 10th December 10.00 amChristingle Service
Welcome to our website for Holy Cross Church with St Saviours in Uckfield together with St Michael’s at Little Horsted and St Margaret’s at Isfield.
Our Churches were formally linked in the 1970’s and work together in faith and fellowship. Having visited our site we hope that you will be encouraged and inspired by what you see here and that you too will want to be part of the Mission of Christ’s Church.
A totally amazing six thousand, three hundred and ninety-nine visitors came to The Church of the Holy Cross to see Tenth year of the Festival of Christmas Trees, and it is doubtful whether anyone left disappointed, because there were an incredible ninety-eight decorated positions to be seen and admired. The Church welcomed visitors from as far afield as Yorkshire and Hampshire and a considerable number from across the country boundary with Kent. This Festival retains the traditional methods of tree decorating, but the Sponsors are very much encouraged to be creative and innovative, and this year they certainly excelled. One very special display was titled “Santa’s Workshop” which had been several months in development while another display was a tree that had been decorated to represent a full length dress. Photographs of the Trees featured in this year’s Festival can be viewed in the Church’s website Photo Gallery, which can be accessed via the main Menu Bar at the top of this page, or see the link below. The ninety-eight displays had been sponsored by a cross section of Uckfield’s community – schools, businesses, voluntary organisations and associations, community support groups as well as individuals and families. During Friday afternoon visitors were entertained by Margaret Watson,harpist,and John Pontefract a singer and guitarist. Children could have their face painted by Pretty Fantastic Faces on both the Friday and Saturday afternoons.
Saint Francis of Assisi started it: the Christmas crib, that is……Until he came along, Christmas (although a jolly good excuse for the odd feast or two) was not really anything out of the ordinary. It was Francis’ brainwave to have a figure of the baby Jesus wrapped up and put in a manger as a focus for devotion. Imagine the original impact and indeed shock value of an image of the Almighty and Most Holy God stuck in a wooden box where animals had been eating. For his contemporaries (although attuned to the presence of God permeating every level of their lives in a way our society has lost) this combination of holy statue and food crate would have seemed close to sacrilege. But for Francis, it was a way of showing the stark reality of the Incarnation - Jesus being born as a human being – the reality of his entering the everyday, the ordinary, the unappreciated.
I almost missed the deadline this month so I am taking the opportunity to publicise my book instead which can be pre-ordered at: https://bloomsbury.com/uk/the-blue-tit-9781472937391/
About The Blue Tit
Sporting a mix of blue, yellow, white, green and black, the unmistakable Blue Tit echoes the hues of an Earth that is becoming increasingly populated. Blue Tits have adapted well to modern humanity, taking advantage of our propensity to feed birds and provide nest-boxes. In turn, this charismatic species provides an excellent model for research, and currently features in around 100 scientific papers annually. This new Poyser monograph is the result of a personal quest by author Martyn Stenning to bring these discoveries together in one accessible volume.
WILTY, anyone? It stands for (I discovered) the B.B.C. quiz show “Would I lie to you?”, a sort of re-furbished “Call my Bluff”: and, in the everlasting service of parish fundraising, we had a go. My Team, Holy Cross Uckfield, took on Uckfield FM to see who were the best liars. Our redoubtable Team Captain, Julia, claimed a broken arm through babysitting, putting a laxative in a chocolate mousse and an invite to a Silvio Berlusconi “Bonga Bonga” party in the 1970s. (Mercifully all lies). David our splendid assistant priest and a former hospital chaplain, claimed to have given the Last Rites dressed as a Mexican Bandit (false) and to have been given a standing ovation on a Spanish beach for persevering in mounting a recalcitrant lilo for an hour (surreal, but true). From Uckfield FM we discovered that Alvin Stardust had led an impromptu rendition of “Ma coo ca coo” in an Uckfield café (true), another contestant purportedly dressed as a Womble (false) and another had taken valves under cover of night and the watchful eyes of the Police to Radio Caroline (I’m delighted to say, true). And me? I said I discovered a monkey called Derek in my apple tree (a lie – as Church Times readers know it was actually a nameless chicken). And my truth? At a party I was once mistaken for a novelty strip-a-gram. I don’t know whether to be annoyed or actually pleased that Uckfield F.M. won, proving to be better liars than we were. We tweeted some photos, and the cherry on the cake was when the real B.B.C. WILTY tweeted back “This might be one of our favourite things ever”. I suspect a reprise in next year’s fundraising schedule…..
“Where’s Sophie?” asked the parishioner I had come to visit, more interested (I’d say understandably) in a visit from the Rectory dog than an encounter with the Rector. Luckily she was in the car, so pastoral crisis averted. People often ask me about my little Labrador with canine Muscular Dystrophy, and I’m delighted to say she’s doing remarkably well. Still on reduced doses of steroids, as she gets older she’s getting stronger and more able to cope. The fact she doesn’t know she’s ill helps enormously. I was worried about her coming to a new house: used to lodgers around, I was afraid she’d be lonely, but she’s thriving, largely due to her being taken to my new parishioners’ hearts. I bring her to services where she is wrangled by a variety of people. In two of the churches, she has her own dog bed, where she just curls up, until enticed out by a dog biscuit from her own biscuit boxes. I think, frankly, the Parish has taken to her more than they have to me – again perfectly understandable. So much so that my first Open House for the parish is being held later in November to celebrate her 4th birthday. (Bearing in mind at one time I thought she’d be dead before she was two). There will be balloons, doggie treats and I believe even a bone shaped birthday cake. Maybe every clergy house should come supplied with an attendant clergy dog: a pastoral aid of the first order!