It was my privilege to attend the morning meeting of the Vineyard group at Radstock Methodist church of yore. This morning there was no service as such. Instead the event was centred around children. There were games, constructions and a bouncy castle. Us adults milled round chatting to each other. I was fortunate enough to meet a lady called Alisha. She had been born in UK but worked in Milan,...
Today was a day indeed. We had to travel to Oxford to attend the funeral of a very dear friend of us both; Susannah. Rain and clouds on the journey were the norm. We wanted to avoid the motorways but unfortunately chose a direction which involved the highways and byways including the dreaded A303 at Stone Henge, always a lot of traffic there. We left somerset about 10:30 this morning and...
We now have a direct service to Bristol which does not go around the houses but directly from the end of my street to Bristol Bus Station taking a mere 51 minutes. We took the 11.14 to that city and seated ourselves upstairs at the front for the best view. Nothing much has changed since my teen-years. Definitely the best seats in the bus if you dont mind less leg-room. There is something about...
‘Hey God’ by John Roedel Me: Hey God. God: Hello..... Me: I'm falling apart. Can you put me back together? God: I would rather not. Me: Why? God: Because you aren't a puzzle. Me: What about all of the pieces of my life that are falling down onto the ground? God: Let them stay there for a while. They fell off for a reason. Take some time and decide if you need any of those pieces back. Me: You...
Yesterday evening, Thursday, I attended with 23 other men a talk about God and chaos at the Rugby Football club in Frome. It was a so called curry evening prepared by a very good cook who offered a mild chicken curry laced with coconut milk. Delicious. He got a round of applause at the end. The speaker was James Carey. He earns most of his living income from writing comedy scripts for the BBC...
We have a friend staying with us so we decided to go to Wells in spite of an indifferent weather forecast. Wells always has had a market on Saturdays specialising in food. There were fewer stands (due to c****) but enough choice for me being seduced into buying a lovely walnut and almond slice. We wandered around the High street where mercifully there were fewer mask wearers. We had been...
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