Children’s ministry at St Dunstans is called Sunday Club and is designed for children of nursery and primary school age (from 3 to 11 years of age). We love to have new members and would be very happy to meet you. So do come along and give us a try! Sunday Club meets on a Sunday morning at 9:00am and 10:45am (except for the first Sunday in the month).
Bubbles Nursery to Reception (3-5 year olds)
Splash Year 1 to Year 3 (5-8 year olds)
Xstream Year 4 to Year 6 (8-11 year olds)
We use material from Urban Saints to teach our children. The material provides our teachers with the flexibility to bring their own skill sets for the children’s enjoyment and learning.
Sunday Club is a God-centred place where our children can make friends, have fun and find their faith through ‘age-appropriate’ activities.
We have a team of dedicated leaders and helpers who support our children in coming to know and love God through Jesus Christ. Along the way, they have fun playing games, competing in quizzes, performing in dramas and can be creative in art and craft.
St Dunstan’s has been my second home and the people there my second family for the twenty-one years since I was christened there in the early nineties. Looking back, I can trace that some of my most important stepping stones towards following the God I now live for and couldn’t live without took place because of the guidance and support I received from my Church family there.
As a little girl I enjoyed all the special services at church such as Christingle, Harvest, Christmas and of course Easter Sunday with East Acton’s most popular egg rolling competition. My fond memories of Sunday Club are mostly filled with various craft activities, dramas, Veggie Tales videos and being the last child to find the correct chapter and verse of that week’s bible teaching. But my Sunday School teachers’ efforts were not in vain- God spoke to me through those illustrated bible stories and their messages changed my heart. I have never forgotten Jesus’ story of the poor widow who gave more with her two small copper coins than anyone else, not because the sum was greater, but because her sacrifice was greater as she had given everything she had.
As I started high school, I continued to go to church with my family and enjoyed the deeper discussions we were having in Lazers (4TL) about issues such as heaven and hell and pain and suffering. Lazers was a great place to work through these difficult questions, express any doubts, and think about my faith, not in terms of how I have been brought up but in what I knew to be true or not about God. As time went on, getting out of bed to go to church on a Sunday morning became increasingly less attractive, especially as no-one else from school seemed to be going to church with their parents any longer. Being a Christian at high school, even a church school, wasn’t the easiest or most popular path. I liked to think that I had a ‘quiet faith’ that I could keep to myself and that didn’t need to affect every other area of my life. At the time I valued other aspects of my life as much as I did my faith, such as playing sports, excelling at school, and I was forever seeking the approval of my teachers and peers. I was keen to keep my faith a quiet one that didn’t offend anyone and I felt reluctant to let my identity in God be my only identity.
When I was 15, I decided that I wanted to get confirmed. I knew that I believed in God and I knew that deep down I wanted more than just to believe, I wanted to be closer to God. And, being a teenager, I wanted to make the decision for myself to be a Christian, and so getting confirmed seemed like the next logical step. And so along with a few others from St Dunstan’s, I confirmed the baptism vows that my parents made on my behalf when I was a baby. I continued with my life, I continued to seek God but not persistently and my faith became a little less private.
Perhaps a year later, someone managed to convince my parents that it would be a good idea to go to New Wine, a big Christian festival in Somerset - great! I was going to have to spend a whole week of my summer in a tent or around a campfire singing embarrassing Christian songs in a field that permanently smelled of cow. I honestly didn’t think I’d last the week and my parents and I agreed that if it was as awful as I thought it was going to be, I could leave early. But God had other plans for me that week, and for the first time, I felt more confident that God was my Father and Jesus my Saviour than I ever had before. I realised that giving God everything was less a sacrifice and more an investment. And it certainly wasn’t a boring decision, but the most exciting one I have and will ever make.
I left that place completely changed. From that moment, there was nothing quiet about my faith. It’s impossible to be quiet about God when you know how good life is when you know his unfailing love, his grace, his faithfulness and his promises and purposes for your life and for eternity. I felt full of an inexhaustible love.
It is because of that same love that God poured into our hearts as a Church that we stepped forward to be one of seven hosts of the Ealing Churches Winter Night Shelter for the first time in 2011. I no longer wanted to live as a ‘good Christian,’ but I wanted to live like Jesus, which meant loving the people that the world didn’t. It was such a privilege to volunteer my time during those winter months and during that time God began to teach me what it meant to be part of his Church.
Break my heart for what breaks yours, God. Everything I am and everything I have for your Kingdom’s cause. This prayer has led me to share the love of Jesus in nightclubs and music festivals; with friends and family; strangers on the tube; with alcoholics and with the homeless. It also explains why I find myself writing this from Guatemala where I am volunteering in a home for girls who come from the poorest of backgrounds and have suffered the worst forms of physical and sexual abuse.
God knew all the days ordained for me before even one of them came to be. He always knew that one day I would be ready to accept Him for who He is and that I would give my life to Him. And I am so thankful for the Church family He has blessed me with at St Dunstan’s, for it may have taken a lot longer to find and follow His ways without their guidance.