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As I walk out (2)

It all started this way.
I was raised by my parents and teachers thus: 
(1) to “doff my hat” when greeting any woman in the street; 
(2)to  be on the street side when walking with a woman; 
(3) to stand up when any woman,  (or a man older than I)  entered a space in which I was already seated.   
 I cannot shake these old habits . As I walk out with Penne each day I am an inveterate “hat doffer”.
I did so a couple of times when encountering a woman who not only walks, but “stops to smell the roses”.  She was never in a hurry, but seemed to savour every bit of beauty on her walks.
One day I walked t’wards her and as I doffed my hat, she proffered a wee curtsy.  
We each grinned and as I confessed my English heritage, so she told me that she was Swedish.  
She went on to say that in “her day” in Sweden, as a man doffed his hat, so a woman would effect a little curtsy.
So it is that each day we enjoy the hat and curtsy dance.  And we have begun to chat.
She told me that her beloved husband died six y…

As I walk out (1)

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Back in the pew (2)

Some of the music at yesterday’s St. Boniface Church Eucharist led me down memory lane.
The choir sang a spirited setting of the hymn “Fight the Good Fight”.  I “grew up” on the hymn in both elementary and high school morning worship. (The school day in the U.K. started with Christian worship – “way back then”).
The hymn has gone out of fashion, perhaps because of the perceived militant tone of the first line.  But it’s not a bad text, based as it on words from Scripture.
Fight the good fight with all thy might;
Christ is thy Strength, and Christ thy Right;
Lay hold on life, and it shall be
Thy joy and crown eternally.

Run the straight race through God’s good grace,
Lift up thine eyes, and seek His face;
Life with its way before us lies,
Christ is the Path, and Christ the Prize.

Cast care aside, upon thy Guide,
Lean, and His mercy will provide;
Lean, and the trusting soul shall prove
Christ is its Life, and Christ its Love.

Faint not nor fear, His arms are near,
He changeth not, and thou…