I Lost My Bow Tie

 

There I was the other day in a hurry to attend an important meeting when … dash it all … I could not find my bow tie!

You know the one; light turquoise with small pink flowers!

I looked everywhere and could not find it. Perhaps my cat had taken it and used it as a toy … it had vanished and I was in a hurry.

I prayed to St Anthony to help me find it but I think he was too busy searching for something else. So I chose my spotted ordinary tie instead, put on my best hat, and off I went.

Whilst in the taxi I thought about that old lady in the Bible who’d lost a coin. When she found it she held a party for her friends and neighbours to celebrate. Well, I certainly won’t be doing that if I ever find my bow tie … cheaper to buy another one, I thought. Although light turquoise with small pink flowers is somewhat rare, I tell you.

Then my thoughts wandered about what else people can lose and feel really bad about.

Money … jewellery … prized possessions … someone’s love perhaps … or even worse, a loved one.

It must be terrible when we lose a loved one and, although we believe as Christians that people go to a better place when they die, their departure does affect us greatly. We miss them … and to miss someone means that their presence had a good effect on our lives. Now they’re gone we feel the pain and anguish of their absence.

My empty brain was freewheeling now with one thought following another aimlessly through the various dark recesses of my mind.

What, for me, would be the greatest thing I could ever lose; something from which I would never recover, besides my turquoise bow tie, that is?

A small voice deep into my cranium whispered:

My Faith.

Think ... Plan Ahead

 

There was this magician whose magic trick was to pull a rabbit out of a hat. Only he didn't realise he was allergic to rabbits. As soon as he put his hand in the hat it swelled many times its original size. That was a magic trick in itself ... put hand in hat it comes out bigger than the whole man himself. The audience were horrified. It was worse when he touched his face and his head grew five times larger.

He tried the trick with different animals. The ferret bit his finger. The hamster jumped into his sleeve and would not get out. The Guinea pig bit him too.

He tried the trick with an elephant, but could not find a hat big enough. He used a blanket instead but the table broke under the weight of the elephant.

All this goes to prove the necessity of thinking and planning ahead.

A friend of mine used to like taking a walk in the country before going to bed. In order to be seen by cars at night he always wore white clothing. One snowy evening he got run over by a snow-plough!

And this goes to prove that you should alter your thinking depending on circumstances. 

For example, did you know that a recent study has found that women who carry a little extra weight live longer than the men who mention it?

My friend Leonard for instance; his wife asked him "Do you think this swimming costume makes my bottom look big?"

He replied, "I do ..." and she sat on him!

He should have said, "There's more of you to love, my dear!" or some other lie. Instead he tried to be honest.

Which goes to prove that honesty is not always the best policy. So think on before you attempt to lie!

And if you're going to lie make sure you remember what you said. It's like having a photographic memory; but it will take time to develop. 

And remember, a man who will not lie to a woman has very little consideration for her feelings. Sometimes, it is cleverer to tell the truth outright.

A married man was having an affair with his secretary. One day they went to her place and made love all afternoon. Later that evening the man hurriedly dressed and told his lover to take his shoes outside and rub them in the grass and dirt.

He put on his shoes and drove home.

"Where have you been?" his wife demanded.

"I can't lie to you," he replied, "I'm having an affair with my secretary."

She looked down at his shoes and said: "You're lying to me! You've been playing golf!"

Which also proves that you have to plan ahead, think and be inventive.

DISCLAIMER: The above article has been written for humourous purposes only, and is not intended to be taken seriously. Any similarities to people or situations in real life only goes to prove that you have been unfortunate to meet people who do not tell the truth. Unlike me; I have never told a lie in my life!!!

Be Not Afraid

 

Time For Reflections

 

 

TIME FOR REFLECTIONS

ISBN: 9798782135638

This book may not change your life but it will certainly make you think about yourself, who you are, and why you have been put on this earth. It will make you analyse your Christian beliefs, whatever they are, and it will make you consider on what you base your views and opinions.

What does God really expect from you in this life in preparation for the next one?

Now is the Time For Reflections. Perhaps an opportunity to change your ways before it is too late.

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The fox

 

It was a lovely warm summer afternoon. Father Ignatius had invited Theodore Luxton-Joyce and his lovely wife Rose to a barbecue in the church’s gardens. After all, the priest had been invited to the eccentric millionaire’s mansion many a time and it was perhaps appropriate that he should return the favor.

Father Donald was also there of course and had entertained the group with his guitar playing. Mrs Davenport had excelled herself in preparing a lovely meal helped by Sister Martha and a few other nuns from the Convent nearby, who had also been invited.

All in all it had been a lovely afternoon with great food and drink and a wonderful small gathering of friends enjoying themselves and each others company.

Father Donald had just finished his solo performance of some Spanish melody on the guitar when Theodore decided to change the mood of the party altogether.

“I have brought my bagpipes with me …” he declared, “they’re in the car … let me fetch them and play you a tune or two … what?”

Before anyone could react to the suggestion, he stormed out of the garden missing altogether the sideways glances between Sister Martha and Father Donald.

“He has been practicing for some time …” said Rose sweetly with a smile, “I don’t see why I should be the only one to enjoy his noise …”

“It’ll make a change from the guitar …” replied Father Donald in his broad Glaswegian accent, “and it’s great to have someone proud to be Scottish … I would have learnt to play the bagpipes myself … but it’s hard to practice when you’re brought up in the tenements of Glasgow …” he chuckled.

A few moments later Theodore re-appeared with his bagpipes in hand.

“You’re from up North Padre …” he asked Father Donald, “Do you play the bagpipes?”

“I’m afraid not …” replied the priest, “I learnt the guitar instead as a child …”

“Oh … I can teach you if you wish …” said Theodore enthusiastically, “although I can’t think off-hand of any church hymns suitable for the bagpipes …”

As he started blowing through the pipes and getting ever so redder in the face, his cheeks inflated to the point where they would explode, there was a rustling noise in the bushes at the back end of the gardens; just by the statue of Our Lady.

They all turned round towards the bushes as Theodore stopped playing, and they saw a fox come out of the bushes and fall on its side at the feet of Our Lady.

“Strange behavior …” whispered Father Donald, “I’ll go there slowly to investigate …”

The others remained in their seats by the barbecue and watched intently as the priest walked ever so slowly towards the fox, trying not to disturb it. When he was a few feet away the creature let out a scream but did not get up or even move. It just lay there baring its teeth threateningly. Father Donald stopped and then after a short while he walked backwards slowly to rejoin the group by the fire.

“It’s badly injured …” he said, “its back leg is bleeding … probably shot by a farmer in the lands just behind our gardens … or maybe bitten by some dogs …”

Theodore pulled Father Ignatius gently aside away from the group and then whispered quietly “I have my shot gun in the car Padre … shall I put it out of its misery?”

“No … that won’t be necessary Theodore … I’ll phone the Animal Welfare Society for their advice,” replied Father Ignatius, “in the meantime, get everyone in the house … luckily we’ve all finished eating.”

About half-an-hour later they all watched from the safety of the house as the Animal Welfare Society people dealt with the situation. They tried to capture the fox and take it to an animal hospital where it could be treated and looked after until it is strong enough to be released in the wild once again. Every time they approached the animal he bared its teeth again and attempted to bite his benefactors. Eventually, it was caught and taken to the hospital.

“And to think I was prepared to shoot him …” said Theodore looking out of the window, “luckily the Padre here stopped me … well done Padre!”

“That fox reminds me of our behavior …” said Father Ignatius gently as he poured his guests hot chocolate drinks just brought in by Mrs Davenport in an extra large pot.

“How so … Padre … I don’t look like a fox do I?” interrupted Theodore as Sister Martha smiled coyly.

“When things go wrong in our lives we too tend to behave like that fox,” continued Father Ignatius. “We get angry at what’s happened, we’re concerned, frightened even, about the future … we get defensive and we go on the attack. We believe that God has abandoned us; and we’ve reached the end of the line.

“When we behave like that, we shut off a channel of communication with God.

“When God is temporarily put aside, He doesn’t stop loving us, but we block His influence to do good in our lives. Like the fox, every time God tries to help us we bare our teeth in anger. Our behavior is futile and un-productive.

“The fox did not realize that by being caught he’d soon improve his hopeless situation. But we should know better, and trust our Lord rather than lash out at Him without thinking.”

“How true …” said Sister Martha, “what a good observation Ignatius.”

“Thank you Father,” said Rose, “I’ll remember that next time I feel things are getting too much!”

Theodore put his cup down and declared “Jolly good show that God doesn’t carry a shotgun … that’s what I say … what?”

Riches and wealth

Don’t it sometimes irks you when someone asks you for advice and when you give them your opinions they just ignore it. 

I remember many years ago, my grandfather said to me, "always make up your own mind. Never take advice from anybody!"

So I ignored him!!!

Anyway ... as I was saying before I was interrupted by my own joke ... isn't it annoying when someone asks for your advice and then ignores it altogether?

Why do they do this? Is it because your advice is wrong, or bad? Or could it be that it is good advice but it is inconvenient for them to follow it? It just does not fit in with their plans, and what they really wanted was your approval to what they had on their mind; not your advice really.

Jesus had a similar problem one day.

He was approached by a rich young man who asked Him “what must I do to receive eternal life?”

Jesus advised him to sell all he has and to give the money to the poor; and then to come and follow Jesus.

On hearing this the man went away very sad; he was not willing to follow the advice given.

Let’s pause here for a minute and reflect. What would you have done?

Let’s assume God spoke to you right now, in a dream, or a vision, and you were certain it was Him speaking. Just as certain as Abraham, Moses, Noah, Mary and Joseph were when God spoke to them. You know where I’m getting to …

And God asked you to sell everything and give it to the poor, and become a missionary or a volunteer helper somewhere far off your community.

Would you be able to do it? Would you leave your spouse and family behind and follow Jesus wherever He asks you to go? Would you sell off everything you have, give up your job, leaving your children with nothing; and moved on to a new life?

On reflection, perhaps we sympathise a little with the rich man. For we know not whether he had a family, friends and servants who relied on him – although we can assume he had.

Jesus then went on to say: “I repeat: it is much harder for a rich person to enter the Kingdom of God than a camel to go through the eye of a needle.” Matthew 19:24.

So what is His message here?

Is Jesus condemning wealth? Is it wrong to work hard and amass a fortune? Of course not.

Jesus, knowing the rich man’s heart, is teaching us wealth with responsibility.

He is saying that those fortunate enough to have wealth have a duty to consider those around them who are less well off than themselves, and to help them as best they can.

Jesus makes this point most dramatically in the story about the rich man and Lazarus. It is worth reading in Luke 16:19.
 

Why did the chicken ...

 

Years ago we lived in a small village in the countryside. A small house with a field nearby. We decided to raise some chickens. Not many; about ten or twelve and we hoped to have fresh eggs every day.

The man who sold us the chickens explained that we could let them roam in the field. "It's called free range!" he said with a smile. He said that chickens are omnivores and will eat anything. They scratch the ground and eat seeds, insects or even animals like lizards or worms. They live together as a flock and they have a pecking order as to who is boss. They also tend to nest together in a communal place rather than build individual nests.

He told us to place a box with some hay in a particular place they frequent, safe from any predators, and if we put one or two eggs there, they'll get the idea and they'll lay their eggs there.

He explained that in production farming on a large scale they have even taught the hens to lay their eggs straight into the boxes which are then taken to the shops. Originally, before they were domesticated, chickens used to lay their eggs everywhere. Even on the motorway if it was not for the heavy traffic. Which explains why the chicken crossed the road but never laid an egg there.

Anyway, we had our twelve chickens and we placed a large box with hay near their coop and we waited to collect the eggs.

Nothing ... following day ... nothing ... and so on it went ... nothing!

The man who sold us the chicken explained that the hens have a hierarchy structure, a pecking order. I should discover which one is the boss, the manager or trade union leader or whatever; and follow her. Maybe the hens were all laying their eggs in another place.

So early the following morning I did just that. I got up before dawn and observed the chickens eating happily together. I noticed one of them wander off alone. I followed her. She got to the edge of the field and got out. I followed. She crossed the road. I followed. She walked down the road. I followed ... and that's when I discovered she was selling the eggs to the local supermarket.

Satisfaction ... Och Aye!!!

 

Hogmanay ... Och Aye!!!

I hope you all had a good New Year's eve with families and friends waiting there until the clock struck midnight to say farewell to the old year and welcoming 2022 with Hope, Faith and maybe Charity. 

We also had other people in our midnight gathering apart from Hope, Faith and Charity but they said they wished to remain nameless for now; in case their families found out.

First Footing is often practiced in Scotland. It is a Scottish tradition that just after midnight on New Year’s Eve the first person to enter a house would bring good fortune for the coming year. 

The "first footer" is often a stranger, (neighbour or friend), who would bring with him some gifts like a coin which represents financial stability, some bread for food throughout the year, salt to represent flavour, a piece coal for warmth and a drink, usually whisky, for good cheer.

Sometimes a member of the household, usually a male, would leave the house just before midnight, and then knock at the door and enter after midnight bearing the said gifts. 

Many years ago grandpa decided he would be the first footer in our house to bring us all good fortune in the coming year. It was very cold outside and still snowing, so we tried to discourage him; but he insisted that he would do it if it is the last thing he'd ever do !!!

So to humour him, and because he was beginning to look rather upset that anyone would doubt his physical ability at this late stage in life, we allowed him to "first-foot" and we agreed secretly to keep an eye on him lest he froze in the cold.

Just before midnight he took with him a whole bottle of Twelve Years old single malt whisky, and the other so-called essentials, and went out the front door waiting for the clock to strike twelve.

 

Unfortunately, just at that time, some relatives phoned from Australia to wish us a good year. I took the call. Someone in the house started playing the bagpipes rather loudly and they all started singing Auld Lang Syne amongst other Scottish songs.

Sadly, amongst all this jollity, and drinking, and lack of sobriety we all forgot about first-footing and grandpa. 

 

We found him the next morning lying in the pond with an empty bottle of whisky in his hand. He asked us why the carrots we left in the pond for Rudolph the Reindeer tasted rather fishy!

Secrets to a successful marriage

I was reading a book the other day about the secrets to a successful, long-lasting and happy marriage.

It’s amazing that after centuries of people coming together in matrimony there are still, apparently, secrets that we do not know about on how to make our marriages happy and successful.

I read with some trepidation and curiosity in order to discover what else I have to learn on the subject.

It seems that the first steps in choosing a partner for life are the most important ones. Marriage is not to be entered into too lightly and one must be careful with whom we pledge to spend the rest of our lives – come sunshine, rain or snow. It is imperative at the outset to decide who will clear the path when the snow is feet deep and blocking your way out.

Love, mutual respect, patience and understanding are obviously very important in a marriage. But just as essential is the fact that one of the spouses should be slightly deaf – preferably the husband.

The choice of spouse is vital not only for reasons of compatibility, shared interests, hopes, values and aspirations. It seems that the occupation and profession of one’s partner plays a major role in the longevity and success of the union.

Statistics prove beyond doubt that archaeologists make the best marriage partners. The older you get the more interested they are in you.

It is of course inevitable that in any marriage arguments will occur sometimes out of the blue and on the most absurd and un-important subjects. The trick is not so much on how to win an argument; if this was at all possible, but to avoid getting into one in the first place.

It’s not a question of capitulating and giving way in the first instance, but choosing which argument is important enough to defend as a matter of principle and which is not worth losing privileges for.

The question of principles is worth dwelling on for a moment or two. Don’t just have one unbreakable principle which you will uphold at the cost of your marriage, happiness, and future livelihood. Be generous. Have plenty of principles; and if one doesn’t work out for you choose another one. No one who is anyone has ever succeeded by having just one principle.

The book also has a chapter about mutual interests and doing things together as a couple which both marriage partners can enjoy.

Now, doing heavy work together like changing the engine oil in the car, tuning the engine, changing the tires and other mechanical tasks may be ideal for certain couples; but personally I’d rather sit back and admire her handiwork and praise her every now and then. Besides, I hate it when the engine oil and dirt gets under my fingernails. It’s a devil of a job to clean when I’m at the manicurist.

In a chapter specifically for men, the book states that women like to be re-assured frequently that they are loved and cherished. Frequently the words “I love you” are not heard as often after the honeymoon, or are used as a pretext to wanting something, like watching the football on TV.

The book suggests that the husband writes down the words “I love you” on a piece of paper which the wife can refer to as often as needed in future. Laminating the piece of paper will ensure its durability, especially if it is the size of a credit card so it can be easily carried in one’s purse or handbag. Drawing a heart, or a flower, (before laminating), will also ensure a successful purpose.

So there you have it … a few secrets to a long, happy and successful marriage. Now where’s my dinner?

Fishy Facts

 

It is a fact that some mammals can fly. Bats for instance. It is also a fact that mammals can swim, like dogs, bears, and humans dressed like bears. Also some birds can swim, like penguins, seagulls and swans. But are there any fish that can live on land? Not that I know of, off hand.

The fish seem to be a dimwitted species unwilling or unable to evolve. They can't even punch their way out of a plastic bag. (Look out for environmentalists' comments).

Let's face it, when is the last time you've seen a fish driving a bus, or writing a book? Mammals, like humans for instance, can do both. Even chimpanzees have been taught to ride a tricycle, and dogs to herd sheep, and parrots to talk. But fish ... ???

I've done some research on your behalf. Did you know that the mangrove killifish, which lives in Florida and Mexico, can tolerate very salty water, and temperatures of up to 100* F. 

It can also survive for about two months on land. So it's like going on holiday. It gets out of the sea, leave behind its swimming costume, and it takes a three-piece suit or the best dresses and goes on land for a few weeks. Bravo for the mangrove killifish. That's one small step for evolution. You'll have to wait for another million years before you see one driving your bus, or at the check-out counter of your supermarket.

The rest of the fish species are totally left behind in the evolutionary scale.

The anchovy, for instance, as well as the sardine, the herring, the pilchard and the tuna, have a tendency to get into tins and cans and wait for you to buy them at the supermarket. You may know of other stupid fish with similar self-destructive habits. Some cover themselves with tomato sauce or olive oil to camouflage their taste.

You'll note I do not mention the dolphin in this article. Strictly speaking it is not a fish but a mammal that swims. Being a mammal it is a very enterprising creature which has benefited enormously from the tourist trade by enticing humans to swim with them. Unlike the shark, which being a stupid fish, has ruined its chances of similar fame and success by taking a bite out of any tourist too near to hand ... or mouth!

Many people have a lifetime ambition to swim with dolphins. I have always wished to do so but could not afford it. So I swam with sardines instead. They all swam away and left me. Which proves the point of their stupidity.

There are all other shapes and sizes of marine creatures which I suppose we can classify loosely as fish ... lobsters for example, prawns, oysters, clams, shellfish and octopusses or octopussies or whatever. They are all considered as fish. You do not for instance find them at the butcher's or the greengrocer's or the hardware store!

The octopus is a delicacy in many countries. It has eight legs and very difficult to catch because it runs faster than any human on two legs. This accounts for why it is so expensive in restaurants and why you have never seen an octopus run in the Olympics. When it is occasionally caught its a struggle to put it in a boiling pan of water. As you put one leg in another comes out, and often it uses its spare legs to turn off the heat under the boiling pan. 

Perhaps man can learn to evolve and grow more legs. That way we can run faster and catch not only the octopus but other fast creatures like the cheetah or the ostrich.

Can you imagine if you had an extra leg or arm? I'd like an arm out of the front of my chest. I could hide it under my shirt and get it out to wave at the other passengers on the bus. Or perhaps an extra mouth on top of my head. I could put a sandwich under my hat and eat whilst driving. 

Oh the possibilities ... How about you? How would you like to evolve?

It's only ink ...

 

There's this trend to buy a Christmas present for oneself. It is usually something expensive that probably no one else would buy for you so you buy it for yourself at Christmas, your birthday or whatever.

I don't see anything wrong with that. I often buy myself a few cans of Guinness regardless of what I'm celebrating.

A friend of mine said that for Christmas as a personal present she had a tattoo done in a very private place.

I feigned interest and asked her what it was. A bird perhaps? Or a flower? A heart?

"No ..." she said, "it is an inscription in a foreign language! I don't know what it says but it looks nice."

I thought it was rather odd, or silly, to have an inscription tattooed and you don't know what it means.

"You're good at languages," she said, "perhaps you could translate it for me." And before I could say anything she revealed her shapely body and showed me the inscription.

It took me quite a time to decipher it. I did not know what it said. So I scribbled every bit of the inscription on a piece of paper as accurately as I could. Took me some time in order to be very accurate.

She said she saw the inscription in the tattooist catalogue and liked it. 

I checked with a colleague what the inscription means and it is "Do Not Machine Wash - Dry Clean Only".

Do you think I should tell her? Or should I go back and check the tattoo inscription again in case I got it wrong first time? This time I'll copy it more korrectly ... correctly.

Christmas Fun

 

Hi Folks!!! I hope you've had a wonderful Christmas. A traditional one at least, or perhaps you've broken away from tradition and did something totally different this year. Just to be different.

One tradition in our family is that every Christmas, after our meal, we play charades or mimes. One of us starts, usually me, and mimes either the title of a book, a film or a song and the rest of the family have to guess which book, film or song it is.

To make it easy, every year it is the same mimes. I start with miming the book "Great Expectations" by Charles Dickens, followed by "A Christmas Carol"; and the family have to guess. They have to pretend not to know it at first and they say things like Star Trek, I left my heart in San Francisco, or Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer. Then they guess correctly.

Other mimes in our annual repertoire are The Sound of Music, Jingle Bells and Gone With The Wind. 

It is always the same mimes. And its great fun. You should try it.

The Holy Family

 

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FATHER FRANCIS MAPLE

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THE FINE ART OF LIVING TOGETHER Luke 2:41-52 

 

The number one need of our world today is for people to learn to live together in harmony.  How wonderful it would be if people of all religions and nationalities lived peacefully.  Peace would prevail everywhere.  

Jesus went with His family to the Passover Feast in Jerusalem.  They made the pilgrimage in a large company of friends and relatives.  When the feast was over, everyone started home, except Jesus.  He decided to stay behind.  Mary and Joseph and their party had travelled one full day without Him, assuming that He was somewhere in the group.  Sometime that evening, it became apparent that He was not with them.  His frantic parents headed back to Jerusalem in search of their Child.  It took the better part of three days for them to find Him.  Can you imagine what they were feeling during that time?  

When they finally found Him, Mary said, "Son, why have You done this to us?"  A question that any mother or father would ask under the same circumstances.  Not that He was deliberately unkind.  He felt the call from His Father to stay on in Jerusalem.  But we can ask, "Why didn't He inform His parents?  It would have saved them a lot of heartache.  

After this event, we are told that He went home with them and "progressed steadily in wisdom and age and grace before God and men".  He was learning many things, among them the fine art of living together.  What are the basic ingredients of this art?  I think the first is commitment.  For people to live together in harmony, they must be committed to one another.  A man and a woman stand at a church altar, and say, "I do".  That is their answer to the questions, "Do you take this woman to be your wife?  Do you take this man to be your husband?"  They, of course, are doing more than taking.  They are also giving themselves, each to the other.  That is one of life's deepest commitments.  Without it, there can be no marriage.  There can be no home.  There can be no successful living together.  Joseph and Mary made that commitment, which is part of the reason we call them "the Holy Family".  The process, however, does not stop there.  A baby comes into the home, and the parents enlarge their commitment.  It now includes their new born baby.  

Whatever it may cost them, they will see to it that his or her needs are met.  They will provide food, clothing, shelter, discipline and, above all, love.  No sacrifice will be too great, if caring for their child requires it of them.  That is what it means to be parents.  It is, first and foremost, a commitment to their child.  In the Bible, especially the New Testament, the family is the main model for living together.  But it neither begins nor ends with husband, wife, and child.  Paul traced it back to God.  In his letter to the Colossians, he wrote, "You are God's chosen ones."  That means God has committed Himself to us.  Then, on the basis of that, Paul expanded it to include other people.  He appealed for "heartfelt mercy, with kindness, humility, and patience."  "Bear with one another", he said,  "Forgive as the Lord has forgiven you."   When we recognize the commitment that God has made to us, it stands to reason that we would make the same commitment to others. It would just not make sense for us to exclude anyone.  

If we are to live together in harmony there is another ingredient and that is compromise.  Whether it be in the family, or community, or nation, or world, living together is a matter of give and take, which means compromise.  The husband, who always has to be right, will never have a good marriage.  He may win the arguments, but he will lose the trust and respect of his wife.  The people in authority, who always have to be right, will never have a harmonious city.  They may win the struggles, but they will lose the spirit of community.  The nation that always has to dominate cannot be assured of peace.  Whenever and wherever people live together, sadly you will find conflict, but this should not be so if there is give and take and compromise and love for one another.

Lord Jesus, living together in harmony is the number one challenge facing our world today.  The three things needed for there to be peace in our world today are respect for one another, commitment and compromise.

Mary's Boy Child

 

Wishing A Blessed Christmas 

to all our friends.

Thank you for your support and encouragement.

God bless.