Sung and composed by Linda Entwistle

with

John Hume, Catherine Muncey and Corinne Frost - Strings

The Herzogs - Recorders

Nicola Gerrard - Flute

Sally Prittie - Keyboard

Recording and Post production Colin Owen

Ruach Ministries 2018

We are releasing this exquisite viola theme in the summer of 2018, when devastating wildfires have claimed lives all around the world, most notably in Greece.

May the music - which is timeless - minister, and continue to minister, into many situations where grief has struck ,and where people find themselves in utterly changed landscapes as the result of loss and setbacks.

The music was inspired by an original improvisation at one of our prayer conferences, and played by Julian Chan(viola)with Julia and Susanne Herzog and James Horsfall.

Into this Morning . . .

What a difference it makes when we start each day by inviting the Lord Jesus, who dwells within the heart of believers, to direct and lead us each moment of each day . . .

May this song, that Megan sings so beautifully, serve as a clarion call to remind us to clothe and arm ourselves in the Lord’s peace and presence so that we can be bearers of His peace in each situation that we find ourselves in.

Ruach Breath of Life Ministries 2018, Robert Weston, with David Booth.

Megan Mellamphy (flute and vocals), Sue Brickwell (keyboard), Natalie Halliday (cello).

What can be more precious than the friendships the Lord gives? They are not only a great joy in themselves, but are also a strategic resource for the Kingdom.

In this celebration of friendship Ros and I are accompanied by beautiful music by Francis Cummings, a canzona from one of Henry Purcell’s trio sonatas, and Francois Couperin's 'Les Bergeries.'

This beautiful melody, written and played for us on the autoharp by Heather Roberts, must be one of the more unusual uses to which Robbie Burns' poem Red Red Rose'has ever been put . . . But since our purpose in releasing it now is to encourage us to pray around our homes, and it speaks of a 'melodie that's sweetly play'd in tune' let's go for it, and ask the Lord to fine tune anything that is out of kilter in our homes or households!

All who are led by God’s Spirit are God’s children. (Rom. 8:14 ISV)

Remember what He’s done / I am leading you on to glory

I wrote this song with the intention of helping us to remember at least some of the amazing ways by which the Lord Jesus has so thoughtfully and lovingly led each one of us.

This then leads into the second theme, which is to rejoice in His wonderful promise that He is leading us on in glory and to glory.

Many thanks to Linda Entwistle for both arranging and singing this song, and to all the musicians who played, including Rob and Amanda Bilson (violins), Mike Halliday (clarinet), Cathie Muncie (viola), Natalie Halliday (cello) Jane Horsfall (Celtic harp) and Andrew Whettam (percussion).

If there is one way above all by which most of us grow into the likeness of Jesus, it is by taking the Word of God deep into our hearts and letting the Lord shape and work in us through it. Anne Laure Jackson, an anointed song writer and singer from Jersey wrote this song which she recorded it with us last year along precisely this theme.

This lovely song by Linda Entwistle only fully 'cuts in' when we are going through the mill - and then we are so grateful to know that the Lord Jesus 'takes over when we hurt!" Just as an angel was sent to strengthen the Lord Jesus in the Garden of Gethsemane, and the Lord Himself stood beside Paul when he went through a court hearing - despite being abandoned by all others - so He draws close to us during our times of greatest need. 'The name of the Lord is a fortified tower; the righteous run to it and are safe.' (Prov.18:10)

This is a prayer poem set to improvised music to encourage those who feel they are under such intense pressure they might be on the dark side of the moon!

Part 1 – Good Friday: Reflections at the Cross

The music is the second movement from by Torelli's Etienne concerto.

This is the first of four offerings for Easter.

Imagine yourself in the sandals of a disciple of Jesus, and standing on a bare hill outside Jerusalem, watching as your dearest friend is nailed to a tree. You have long walked with Him, and watched Him set His face like flint to follow His Father’s will into many dangerous situations – but you never imagined it would end like this in this place of public disgrace and torture.

Jesus is shuddering with pain as death triumphs over life. Around you, soldiers are heedlessly throwing dice, gambling for His very clothes as the heavens grow ever darker.

Jesus is looking out over the Jerusalem His Father has loved since David’s day, and which He will go on loving to the ends of the age. Can you share His yearning as He gazes out in agony, longing, grieving and aching that none be lost, yet grieving that His beloved city had been unable to recognise the hour of its visitation!

And so He endures the pain of body, mind, soul and spirit, far beyond anything we can imagine, so that He might prepare a way for all to come to Him and receive mercy, forgiveness and release, and the promise of His presence forever – all obtained through this sacrificial suffering that is ordained in Heaven from before the foundation of the world.

Hear Him now as He calls your name – not that of a disciple of two thousand years ago, but your name today. Hear Him call you to draw near, to touch His cross, to worship at His feet, knowing that His perfect surrender and subsequent agony has reconciled you to the Father. Come with sorrow and love mingling, gratitude flowing through every cell of your being because mercy flows from this place. He hears all that You give to Him, despite the rage and mocking of those who do not share your love for Him. Come and worship the Son of God who looked at a world locked fast in its sinfulness and said to His Father, “Let Me go there.”

You watch as deep and final convulsions shake the Lord Jesus’s body, and deep darkness falls across the face of the land. And out of the darkness you hear the cry from the cross: “Father, forgive them they know not what they do. Into Your hands I commit My spirit!” You weep, broken and prostrate with grief as His speared and bloodied body is taken down.