Dromore Cathedral’s Sudan Support Team is having a concert on St Patrick’s night 17th March to raise funds for the ongoing emergency relief in Sudan. This is the 3rd such concert over recent years, so it’s almost an annual affair. The concert is in Cathedral Hall, Church Street, Dromore 7.45 for 8pm sharp with a suggested donation of £5 (to include light supper). There are a couple of hours of a wonderful mix of all things traditional music wise assembled and there are dancers on their way as well. Every entertainer is special, but it’s noteworthy that Dromore’s own Cow Pats are opening the show.
One of the team, who was reared on music writes today:
“Regarding St Patricks Night Concert. Dromore Cathedral Hall. 7.45 for 8pm sharp!
The day planned for the delivery of invitations to all the places of worship in Dromore has arrived. I woke at 6am. No military campaign could match my mental planning so I hope it all pays off!
7am: Today would have been my beloved grandmother’s birthday and I am forgoing my usual ‘trip to the grave’ and lunch with my 2 remaining female relatives on Nanny’s side, to give out the invitations. She wouldn’t mind I know and indeed would have delighted in my all my tales of how my life has been going recently.
Back to the campaign. It stalled slightly due to the unearthly hour at which I arose. I crept around downstairs, making sure not to wake the whole house. Wouldn’t do to annoy the hubby. He was to be my accomplice with engine running as I darted from church to church. Do you know I feel like a child on Christmas morning. Is it time yet? Is that Daddy’s foot on the floor, can I get up now? This must be what our poor wee dog goes through every morning. As soon as our foot touches the floor she’s up the stairs. Used to go like a rocket she did, but now old age and exploding girth has meant it’s a plod up to see who made the noise and will they let her onto the bed or put her out.
9am: And so here I sit and wait in ‘the downstairs room’. As usual I’m surrounded by half a dozen books and here I regularly fall asleep surrounded by them and all the associated writing paraphernalia. Some day I’m going to impale myself as I sleep on the many pointed pencils I keep. I daren’t close my eyes today in case I miss a few hours daylight.
This morning in particular I give thanks for my grandmother’s Christian witness, a sure foundation for my own Christian life. I give thanks for all the people involved in getting the planned concert organised. I notice particularly that in the Cathedral’s Daily Prayer Guide, the Girl’s Brigade is specifically mentioned for prayer today. I give thanks and pray for them.
10.40am: And still no foot on the floor. What am I to do, I can’t roam the streets in my dressing gown. I’ll give it ‘till 11am and then start making a few quiet noises, drop a pencil, send the dog upstairs to waken the sleeping master. “Go see Daddy” usually does it. Meanwhile I do a bit of homework for my course, do a bit of my Lenten reading about Jesus, read Spurgeon. Oh where is a ‘phone call or a knock on the door when I need one. I hear the recycling lorry, the dogs barking! That should do it. Thankyou doggie. Success!
10.46am: Phase 1 of the campaign swings into action.
3pm: Mission accomplished. Well almost. I had a few old addresses, no post boxes, no numbers on doors, country roads that simply seemed to end and roadworks. I did however knock on one door expecting a member of the cloth, only to be greeted by a work colleague. Bit taken aback, case of a double life? No, one of the old addresses I was talking about. Still I had a nice chat and invited him to the concert.
Hope to see you there too! Lynn”