St Andrew's, Grafham
St Andrew's, Grafham is a beautiful country church, designed, built and lavishly decorated by Henry Woodyer. Although we are a small congregation we love God, we love our church and we try to love and serve our neighbours.
Our weekly worship on Sundays at 11.15am is from the Book of Common Prayer, compiled in the sixteenth century by Thomas Cranmer, and modified in 1662. Our services, of either Holy Communion or Mattins (Morning Prayer) have been familiar to generations of Christians for the wonderful language - dignified and memorable phrases that speak so clearly to our human condition.
We very much look forward to meeting you.
St Andrew’s Church Grafham on a late September evening.
When coming to St Andrews you can always be assured of a very warm welcome. A welcome to those from all walks of life; the young, the elderly, the rich and poor, a welcome to those over 60 but not grown up yet, and a welcome to children and teenagers growing up too fast!
The beautiful Chancel in St Andrew's Church
With the recent cold spell we experienced again the generosity of the Parish of Bramley and Grafham, who offered assistance to those who needed help with shopping, clearing paths, or just simple human contact. We are so lucky, living in this area, to be able to look out of our windows and catch a glance of all the birds from goldcrests to red kites and buzzards… if we are very fortunate we see barn owls at dusk. Already there are spring flowers appearing, bringing back memories of old.
Speaking of flowers, my American husband Doug found this printed in an old biology textbook, and I have always loved it:
If Chance Can dance
The dust afar
In myriad motions, to a star …
If Chance can mould
With pollen gold,
The silken seeds where lilies are …
If Chance one daisy can unfold …
Then God the Hand of Chance must hold.
Doug says it expresses a profound truth, available to both religious and non-religious alike … that underlying the harmony and beauty of nature – seen as much in the differential equations that describe the ‘deep-down things’ of theoretical physics as in flowers – there is an ineffable ‘something’ not accessible to empirical investigation and analysis, a ‘transcendent order’.
Long-tailed tits enjoying lunch