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Disconnected jottings by the Rector of "The Saints" in rural north-east Suffolk, England.
“The test of faith is whether I can make space for difference. Can I recognise God’s image in someone who is not in my image, whose language, faith, ideals, are different from mine? If I cannot, then I have made God in my image, instead of allowing Him to remake me in His.”
Rabbi Jonathan Sacks
Rabbi Jonathan Sacks
"You know you have created God in your own image when He hates all the same people you do."
Anne Lamott
Anne Lamott
About Me
- Rev. Richard Thornburgh
- Benefice of South Elmham and Ilketshall, Suffolk, United Kingdom
Comment etiquette
Comments are welcome, but they are moderated, and good manners dictates that anonymous ones will rarely be published ... unless of course they are flattering.
The Windsor Report
"The Windsor Report" is just a Report. When did it become like The Bible? The Covenant - why do we need another Covenant? We have the Baptismal Covenant. We have the Creeds. What else do we need?
Bishop Martin Barahona
Primate of Central America.
Bishop Martin Barahona
Primate of Central America.
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Things to Come
There shall in that time be rumors of things going astray, and there shall be a great confusion as to where things really are, and nobody will really know where lieth those little things with the sort of raffia-work base, that has an attachment. At that time, a friend shall lose his friend's hammer, and the young shall not know where lieth the things possessed by their fathers that their fathers put there only just the night before, about eight o'clock.
("The Life of Brian")
("The Life of Brian")
What I have written, I have written
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- More reflections on 25 years
- The end of June and 40 years since ...
- 25 years ago ...
- Just a few details required ...
- System running ...
- It seems to be working this time
- Oh bu**er
- Cooking again
- Just for Grandmere
- And this ...
- Another offer
- This is clever!
- This is very like me at the gym
- I should know better ...
- I say similar things at the start of a wedding.
- Not losing it
- Monday Morning
- Earth at last
- Fleeing the Cylon menace ...
- Now the FBI is involved!
- They get better!
- D-Day landings
- Remembered
- Political Correctness Police strike again
- New exercise regime
- Appearances can be deceptive
- One in the Back stalls please
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Still Available - Buy me!
At only £7.50 inc p&p (UK inland) direct from me
I look here from time to time
Office of H.H. the Dalai Lama
The Higher Truth
Wherever opposite views are held with warmth by religious-minded men, we may take for granted that there is some higher truth which embraces both. All high truth is the union of two contradictories. The truth does not lie between these two, but in a higher reconciling truth which leaves both true.
The truth will be found, not in some middle, moderate, timid doctrine, which skilfully avoids extremes, but in a truth larger than either of these opposite views, which is the basis of both, and which really is that for which each party tenaciously clings to its own view, as to a matter of life and death.
Rev. Frederick W. Robertson M.A.
Opening words of a sermon preached at Trinity Chapel, Brighton, 10th March, 1850.
The truth will be found, not in some middle, moderate, timid doctrine, which skilfully avoids extremes, but in a truth larger than either of these opposite views, which is the basis of both, and which really is that for which each party tenaciously clings to its own view, as to a matter of life and death.
Rev. Frederick W. Robertson M.A.
Opening words of a sermon preached at Trinity Chapel, Brighton, 10th March, 1850.
A thought
There comes a point in your life when you realize
who matters,
who never did,
who won't anymore...
and who always will.
So, don't worry about people from your past, there's a reason why they didn't make it to your future..
who matters,
who never did,
who won't anymore...
and who always will.
So, don't worry about people from your past, there's a reason why they didn't make it to your future..
Last Words
"As I grow older and older
And totter toward the tomb,
I find that I care less and less
Who goes to bed with whom."
attributed to Dorothy L Sayers
"It’s all been rather lovely"
John Le Mesurier
And totter toward the tomb,
I find that I care less and less
Who goes to bed with whom."
attributed to Dorothy L Sayers
"It’s all been rather lovely"
John Le Mesurier
Painfully true to life...
ReplyDeleteBrings back memories of the days when I went to the gym before I was thrown out. Now I walk in my neighborhood, right past the house of the woman who threw me out.
ReplyDeleteSR, take heart. I've seen you, and you don't look like the bear.
Mimi
ReplyDeletewhat does one have to do to get thrown out of a gym?
Wish I'd been there. (Watching, not participating you understand).
ReplyDeleteGrandmere: not THAT bear anyway.
A parishioner who lurks here, reading but not commentating, sent me the following this morning:
ReplyDelete"I think what Grandmere was really saying is "SR, I have seen you, and you dont look like that, bare!"
Erika, after I had been using the gym for about 2 years, one of the owners, Chesty, (I'm not kidding) wanted me to sign a paper promising that I wouldn't hold them legally responsible if I had an accident even if the accident was due to their faulty equipment.
ReplyDeleteI am not a litigious person. I've never sued anyone in my life, nor have I threatened to sue, however I was not going to sign away my rights if I was injured due to their equipment that was not properly maintained.
I asked around and not everyone had been requested to sign the papers, so I wondered if she was singling me out because I was old.
I returned the paper and said I wouldn't sign it, and she told me I was out and returned my dues for the rest of the time I had paid for.
I probably could have sued her on the basis of discrimination, but I didn't. And that's how I was thrown out of the gym.
SR, I can't believe that your parishioner attributed such naughtiness to me.
Grandmere - you don't know my parishioners!
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