Remembering Dr Henry Cooke

Today, 13th December 2018, marks the 150th anniversary of the death of Dr Henry Cooke. Dr Cooke was the great Protestant, Presbyterian Protagonist in this part of Ireland for half a century.

It has been said of Dr Henry Cooke that for half a century his life was a large portion of the religious and public history of Ireland.

During his days of public ministry for the cause of Jesus Christ he stood against the Arians and defended the doctrine of the Trinity; he argued for a thoroughly Christian education to be provided the schools of his day and he was unapologetically a Protestant and a unionist.

We Will Remember Them

Coincidentally Remembrance Sunday this year will exactly mark the 100th anniversary of the end of World War I. It was at the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month in 1918, that the armistice came into effect across the western front.

In a railway carriage, away from preying eyes, in a forest near the French city of Compiègne, north-east of Paris,  French, British, and German leaders had met and signed the armistice that officially ended the four year bloody conflict that claimed the lives of more than 16 million people.

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years contemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.

Fear God, Honour the King

At this time of the year when the sacrifice of those who fought and died, in the struggle against Fascism, Nazism and tyranny, is remembered J. Sidlow Baxter has some interesting and thought provoking comments to make upon the later part of 1 Peter 2:17. The whole verse reads: Honour all men. Love the brotherhood. Fear God. Honour the king.

J. Sidlow Baxter highlights the fact that honouring the civil power must always go alongside fearing God. When patriotism is separated from the fear of God evils such as Fascism and Nazism result.

Remembrance Sunday!

For The Fallen
With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children,
England mourns for her dead across the sea.
Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit,
Fallen in the cause of the free.

Solemn the drums thrill; Death august and royal
Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres,
There is music in the midst of desolation
And a glory that shines upon our tears.

They went with songs to the battle, they were young,
Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow.
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted;
They fell with their faces to the foe.

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years contemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.

They mingle not with their laughing comrades again;
They sit no more at familiar tables of home;
They have no lot in our labour of the day-time;
They sleep beyond England's foam.

But where our desires are and our hopes profound,
Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,
To the innermost heart of their own land they are known
As the stars are known to the Night;

As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust,
Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain;
As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness,
To the end, to the end, they remain.


These words were written by Laurence Binyon. He worked at the British Museum before going to war, having studied at Trinity College, Oxford where he won the Newdigate poetry prize.

His best known poem is 'For The Fallen' written in 1914, most notably the fourth verse which is repeated at remembrance services over the country and adorns numerous war memorials.

We remember ....

Today is Remembrance day. 

We gladly honour the memory of those who by their death maintained our civil and religious liberties.

The tomb of the unknown soldier in Westminster Abbey