Morning Market

The St. Michael's Morning Market is held in the parish hall on the first Sunday of every month, from after the 7.30am Mass to 11.00am. The stalls are run by St. Michael's parishioners and range from fine needlework, white elephant, quality second-hand clothing, and books to home-baked goodies and delicacies.

There is also an opportunity to sit and socialise over breakfast and a cup of tea or coffee with a tasty treat. The Market has a wonderful vibe - if you haven't yet experienced it, we recommend a visit!

If anybody has a hobby and would like to earn a bit of money ... new stall-holders are welcome. 10% of takings go to the Hall Refurbishment Fund.

Contact: Gloria Kaminski This email address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it. 

The prayer of St. Francis

Lord, make me an instrument of your peace,
Where there is hatred, let me sow love;
where there is injury, pardon;
where there is doubt, faith;
where there is despair, hope;
where there is darkness, light;
where there is sadness, joy;

O Divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled as to console;
to be understood as to understand;
to be loved as to love.

For it is in giving that we receive;
it is in pardoning that we are pardoned;
and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.

Parents Prayer

Oh, Heavenly Father, make me a better parent. Teach me to understand my children, to listen patiently to what they have to say, and to answer all their questions kindly.

Keep me from interrupting them or contradicting them. Make me as courteous to them as I would have them be to me. Forbid that I should ever laugh at their mistakes or resort to shame or ridicule when they displease me.

May I never punish them for my own selfish satisfaction or to show my power. Let me not tempt my child to lie or steal.

And guide me hour by hour that I may demonstrate by all I say and do that honesty produces happiness.

Reduce, I pray, the meanness in me. And when I am out of sorts, help me, O Lord, to hold my tongue.

May I ever be mindful that my children are children and I should not expect of them the judgement of adults.

Let me not rob them of the opportunity to wait on themselves and make decisions.

Bless me with the bigness to grant them all their reasonable requests, and the courage to deny them privileges I know will do them harm.

Make me fair and just and kind.

And fit me, O Lord, to be loved and respected and imitated by my children. Amen.