Povey Prattle

I'll be away for a couple of weeks, visiting folks in the U.K. My good friend B. will be here to enjoy (and take care of) my pets. She is an ardent animal lover. This blog will take a vacation with me. Watch this space on May 31st.

Now that I have your attention! Of course my beloved Church is not in the chaos which its detractors allege (and try to cause). Despite what some evangelicals, and the fundamentalists in our midst would say we are not preaching a new gospel or inventing a new religion. We are faithful to the creeds, to the sacraments, and to the scriptures, and it is that very faithfulness which constrains us to be inclusive of those whom the world would deem to be worthless or rubbish. We are a Church which in parish after parish, diocese after diocese asks "what would Jesus do?" And then, by the grace of God, tries to do it! We speak peace to those who differ with us. We ask that they should speak peace to us. We do this is in the tradition of many wise christian leaders of the past; not least that of the Puritan John Robinson (Pastor to the "Pilgrims" who left England for these shores). Read these words from a Puritan! Quotes from John ...

O.K. - so it’s 7:18 p.m. and it's 82F/28C in Sarasota, FL. I am not complaining. ========================================================== Three St. Boniface Church friends came to my home for lunch today. It was a jolly time. “Entertaining” is one of the delights of my retirement. They each agreed (without prompting!) that Penny is the most handsome of dogs; and that Ada and Adelaide are the prettiest of cats. ==================================================== Penny was resting in my bedroom later in the afternoon. I did no more than look at her, when she began to wag her tail. I liked that! ====================================================== I awaken most morning with some song or tune racing through my mind. This morning it was a silly song which, as children, we sang to the tune “The Ashgrove”. We sang: “Old Hexworth’s a funny ‘un with a face like a pickled onion with a nose like a squashed tomato and feet like flat-fish” I “Googled” this song, and found that it had many ...