Big World Small Boat

Private Diary of A Priest. OK, so we're not all angels...Everyone needs a place to get things off their chest! And yes, I do talk to God about it all! Even He has a sense of humour! Want proof? Well, he made me, didn't He? Oh, one last thought-If you don't like what I've written, please keep in mind - it's MY diary. Go write your own!

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Ah, To Sleep

Sometimes I make up my mind to go to sleep, but my body makes up me to stay awake. I've always had a tendency to be a bit nocturnal.

When that happens I prefer to resort to a natural sedative. The Dog! He makes a great foot warmer at night and just to look at him curled up at the foot of your bed can quickly make you doze off.

God bless the animals You give us, who bring us joy, and love us without judgement or reservation. Amen

It is vain for you to rise up early, to sit up late, to eat the bread of sorrows: for so He giveth His beloved sleep. Psalm 127:2

بَاطِلاً تَكِدُّونَ مِنَ الْفَجْرِ الْمُبَكِّرِ وَإِلَى وَقْتٍ مُتَأَخِّرٍ مِنَ اللَّيْلِ فِي سَبِيلِ لُقْمَةِ الْعَيْشِ، فَإِنَّ الرَّبَّ يَسُدُّ حَاجَةَ أَحِبَّائِهِ حَتَّى وَهُمْ نِيَامٌ. ﺮﻴﻣﺍﺰﻤﻟﺍ 2:127~


A Bedside Prayer

When Morning Dawns

Last Call, Place Your Bets!


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Uncle David

I'm in the cemetery a lot. If it isn't to bury someone it's to visit people I already have. Uncle David is there too. I miss him. Uncle David was the epitome of life in another era. Everything was either black or white, there was little room for much else.

Uncle David spent the majority of his life at the same address. When his parents died he purchased his sister's shares in the house. This way there wouldn't be the need for any changes for him. And when he and Auntie Mary were married they continued on in the same house as well.

There's something comforting about continuity. I remember so vividly when I'd step off a flight at Heathrow and head towards their home. All the hustle and bustle of having travelled many thousands of miles, of having dealt with different cultures, customs, ideologies, smells, and foods; all would quickly drain from my mind as I travelled down the road to their home.

And I'd enter another world. Their world. Nothing changed, nothing new. Two apples, one banana, and an orange would be in the basket on top the small bookshelf in the sitting room. Kitchen cabinets emptied and vigorously scrubbed each week, everything returned to its appropriate place. Always.

And no matter where I had been, no matter what I had done, no matter how exotic the destination, the conversations would be the same. First, weather. After all we are British.

Next, how did I travel? Not the flight mind you, but the road to get to the house. Was it the M4 to the M25 and then the B22whatever, or was it the A123oh my goodness connecting to the Z1 Dead Head B Road and on to the circular counter-clockwise roundabout jugular dual carriageway? And no matter what I'd say, I had to repeat it. Uncle David was so deaf. Bless him.

This walking talking comprehensive map storage facility for the AA was deaf as a door knob. It was a constant irritant for Auntie Mary. But she adored him and when you adore someone you accept these small inconsequential matters, don't you?

I find myself chatting to Uncle David a lot. I know he can't hear me. Gawd knows he can't hear me! But chat away I do. And my conversations are still today just as simple as they always were.

But now I find that I add a few words that I never used when he was alive. I miss you. I love you. I wish you were here.

But then, after all, we are British.


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IceSave Affects Small People Too!

We all try to make plans for the future. But it can come as a bitter pill when the trust we have in our government fails us.

On 7 October 2008, the Icelandic Financial Supervisory Authority (FME) took control of Landsbanki Islands, placing the bank into administration.

In the UK, countless thousands of individuals, charities and councils have invested in IceSave, the Icelandic based internet savings account, owned by Landsbanki, and promoted and guaranteed in the UK, for the purpose of earning favourable interest rates.

For charities, even a few percentage points can make a dramatic difference when it comes to helping change the lives of people in need. And IceSave provided instant access to those funds. One cancer charity currently has in excess of a million pounds deposited in IceSave and the BBC has shown numerous segments where pensioners, young people, and small businesses have their entire assets in the Icelandic accounts.

Our FSA (Financial Services Authority) say they’re diligently working on a plan to rescue the bank so that Britains may recover their savings. But for now, the money is frozen in a cyberworld of global banking and goverment policies.

We're told it may take months, it may take a year, but we’re assured by politicians that 'eventually' a plan will be worked out whereby the public will be able to access their money again.

But for now, the advice offered to young families who are desperately relying upon their money to pay the utility bills and mortgages, or buy Christmas presents for their children, or the elderly pensioner who can’t pay their heating bill without these funds, or the small charity who needs to feed children this winter, the advice from our government is...well…

Nothing, nada, zip, bupkes !

In other words…we’re on our own!

Mazal tov !
מזל טוב ‎



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