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Welcome to St. John's, Elmswell



St John’s is a friendly, evangelical church in Elmswell, Suffolk, mid-way between Bury St Edmunds and Stowmarket. Our goal is to know Christ and make him known as we serve our community. Our services include a mix of contemporary worship songs and traditional hymns and reveal our reliance on the Bible as the Word of God and our trust in the Holy Spirit. We are strongly committed to introducing and building people up in the Christian faith through Bible teaching, prayer, worship, discipling and friendship.

As a church family, we aim to:
• Demonstrate God's love to the world
• Declare the good news of Jesus Christ
• Depend on God as part of his family

We are a broad range of people including families with young and grown-up children, pensioners, young professionals and many others. Whoever you are, of whatever age, you're very welcome to join us.

Whether you are interested in our history, wish to get married, have a child baptised, want to investigate Christianity or are looking for a place to worship and meet other Christians, we would love to see you. Why not have a look around our site to see who we are and what we do?

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arrowThis month's verse:

Isaiah 55:6


Seek the Lord while he may be found;
call on him while he is near.

October 2017

 

arrowThis month's Poem:


The First Frost of Autumn

When the first frost of Autumn
Touches all the Shires,
The Shires of England's heartland,
With field and wold and spires,
Then all the ash trees shed their green,
And pools of leaves can now be seen,
When the frost comes to the Shires.

When the first frost of Autumn
Settles on the hill,
Stoops to touch the riverbank,
And broken watermill,
Then cottage chimney pots unfurl,
Their wisps of smoke, that upward curl,
Herald of Winter's chill.

With the first frost of Autumn,
The spider's web is seen,
And silver shines the garden lawn,
That yesterday was green.
Then parsnips, Brussels sprouts and sloes,
As every country person knows,
Are tasty as they've ever been.

The first white frosts of Autumn,
Winter's promise bring.
The summer birds have taken flight,
To vanish on the wing.
But even now the bulbs put root,
Soon we shall see the sharp green shoot,
Sweet witness to the Spring.

As the first frost of Autumn
Touches all the Shires,
The Shires of England's heartland,
With field and wold and spires,
Last Summer time has now grown old,
Comes Autumn with her bronze and gold,
When the frost comes to the Shires.

Pam Millyard




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We belong to the Diocese of St Edmundsbury and Ipswich, which is a part of the Church of England.