“Rudeness is the weak man’s imitation of strength.” – Eric Hoffer, quoted in the Baltimore Sun.
Source: The Week magazine dated 3 February 2018.
“Rudeness is the weak man’s imitation of strength.” – Eric Hoffer, quoted in the Baltimore Sun.
Source: The Week magazine dated 3 February 2018.
I went to a Church service on Ash Wednesday. I did not participate in the imposition of Ashes. Why? Simply because I still don’t fully understand why we do it but also because of the following verses from Matthew’s Gospel where it says
In January 2018 alone, we heard of three deaths. Deaths of men whom we knew very well from our Scotland days. Usually when I hear of a death, I like to spend some time thinking about the person and usually the good times that I have had with them. Sadly, it is not always possible to go to the funerals.
As I did my usual thinking, I was very quickly reminded that we had lost contact with all three of them. Why??? I kept asking myself before I came up with the following reason.
It is a peculiar reason but every time we move away, the relationship begins to cool. Phone calls and letters go unanswered. It is genuinely sad because we had such good times together and we had promised to pray for one another and to keep in touch.
I still don’t know the real reason why this is the case….
As I mourn the loss of my friends who I once held dear….. I prefer to hold on to the good memories I have had with them.
The Mhinisteir has been invited to play the role of Jesus in the Passion Play. Initially I thought he will be doing a voice over from behind the curtains so I was shocked to learn that he will actually be acting!
My first thought was “will he be hanging on the cross semi naked”????????
The play is being organised by a neighbouring Church in the run up to Good Friday.
I might do a post play entry to reveal if the minister did hang on the cross semi naked!!!!!! Watch the space!
Just last week we heard the sad news that our former neighbour from the Scottish Highlands had died very suddenly. DM was a widower who lived with his dog Murphy. His Brother NM and Sister-in-law lived next door to him. Our manse faced both their houses.
They together with the rest in the village made excellent neighbours. We didn’t have burglar alarms or any other security feature. One day in my excitement to go to the supermarket, I left the keys in the keyhole after locking the door. As you might have guessed, thankfully nothing happened.
Our neighbours knew what time our bedroom lights went off each night and who our visitors were! Yes, it did feel like being in a goldfish bowl and yes there were times when I wished that we didn’t have neighbours! But it was these same neighbours who kept a close eye on our house and helped with our bins etc when we went away on holidays. They were the ones who shared their meat with us after they have been to the abbatoir with their animals and whenever they had fresh eggs and vegetables in abundance. Never expecting anything in return.
Here in No 130, we are surrounded by houses but are struggling to get to know our neighbours. The Minister and I have made conscious effort to speak to then neighbours and to get to know them but they seem to prefer to keep to themselves. It is probably a city thing. Having come from close knit communities I am struggling to be without neighbours whom I can wave/chat to. Back in the highlands, I used to wave goodnight to one of my neighbours Mrs M every single night from my kitchen window!
I have learnt the painful lesson that it is better to have nosy neighbours than no neighbours.