Craig Fargoed Chapel

Eight furlongs or so from Bedlinog, the village of the fox’s grave, stands Craig-Fargoed Chapel. It was built on a Christian rock two centuries and a half ago, but more recently, its flock were very half-hearted in their prayers.

One Sunday evening the deacon, in announcing the following week’s devotions, said: “I know not if it is worthwhile holding the Prayer Meeting on Tuesday, for no-one will be here.”

When Tuesday came, the matron was Craig-Fargoed’s solitary worshipper. Next Sabbath, the other members could barely conceal their chuckles as they inquired about the Meeting.

The old woman’s eyes, gleamed her three score and ten year old soul as she replied “Oh, we had a champion time. The Lamb of God led the prayers from the pulpit. The prophets, Isaiah, Jeremiah and Ezekiel sat in the big seat. All the apostles were there too, and Gabriel conducted the hosts of heaven, cherubim and seraphim, singing us to the summit of Calfary.

Humbled by the aged woman’s humility, the Craig-Fargoed, congregation realised that faith really could move mountains.

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