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Alex McKie Memorial

Alex McKie Memorial

Alex McKie
27th March 1956 - 8th June 2013

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On Thursday 3rd October, 2013, at 11:30am a service of thanksgiving for the life of Alex McKie was held at St Bride's Church, Fleet Street.

The BIDDING PRAYER

The Venerable David Meara delivered the bidding:-

We gather today in sadness at the untimely death of Alex McKie, but also in thanksgiving as we recollect her life and cherish her memory.

We remember her upbringing in a farming family, her working life in advertising at J. Walter Thompson, Ogilvy and Mather and Saatchi and Saatchi, her time at the Henley Centre and her freelance consultancy work.

 We celebrate her warm personality, her generosity, hospitality and creativity. And as we give thanks for her today and for all she meant to each of us we commend her to Almighty God, confident that at the end of her brief day is the eternity of God's love.

Amen.

ADDRESSES

Richard Pike


READINGS

Julian Saunders read John 14: 1-6

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Let not your heart be troubled: ye believe in God, believe also in me.

2 In my Father's house are many mansions: if it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you.

3 And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again, and receive you unto myself; that where I am, there ye may be also.

4 And whither I go ye know, and the way ye know.

5 Thomas saith unto him, Lord, we know not whither thou goest; and how can we know the way?

6 Jesus saith unto him, I am the way, the truth, and the life: no man cometh unto the Father, but by me.

Clare Lees read Dream Land by Christina Rossetti

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Where sunless rivers weep
Their waves into the deep,
She sleeps a charmed sleep:
Awake her not.
Led by a single star,
She came from very far
To seek where shadows are
Her pleasant lot.

She left the rosy morn,
She left the fields of corn,
For twilight cold and lorn
And water springs.
Through sleep, as through a veil,
She sees the sky look pale,
And hears the nightingale
That sadly sings.

Rest, rest, a perfect rest
Shed over brow and breast;
Her face is toward the west,
The purple land.
She cannot see the grain
Ripening on hill and plain;
She cannot feel the rain
Upon her hand.

Rest, rest, for evermore
Upon a mossy shore;
Rest, rest at the heart's core
Till time shall cease:
Sleep that no pain shall wake;
Night that no morn shall break
Till joy shall overtake
Her perfect peace.

Fiona Stewart & James Hindhaugh read Extracts from A View Of Modern Britain by Alex McKie

Read text...

Where sunless rivers weep
Their waves into the deep,
She sleeps a charmed sleep:
Awake her not.
Led by a single star,
She came from very far
To seek where shadows are
Her pleasant lot.

She left the rosy morn,
She left the fields of corn,
For twilight cold and lorn
And water springs.
Through sleep, as through a veil,
She sees the sky look pale,
And hears the nightingale
That sadly sings.

Rest, rest, a perfect rest
Shed over brow and breast;
Her face is toward the west,
The purple land.
She cannot see the grain
Ripening on hill and plain;
She cannot feel the rain
Upon her hand.

Rest, rest, for evermore
Upon a mossy shore;
Rest, rest at the heart's core
Till time shall cease:
Sleep that no pain shall wake;
Night that no morn shall break
Till joy shall overtake
Her perfect peace.

MUSIC

The choir & organist of St Bride's performed the following anthems and songs:-

In Paradisum from Requiem - Fauré

Bring Us, O Lord God - Harris

The Lord Bless You And Keep You - Rutter

The Bright Side Of The Road - Van Morrison, arr. Jones

Hymns:

Immortal, Invisible, God Only Wise

I Vow To Thee My Country

O Praise Ye The Lord

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