More Prattle from Povey

  He chose to use one of my walking shoes as an overnight urinal.  The shoe is outside in the warmth of the sun. He is forgiven. NEEDS /MUST

 

  It came from one Graham Hunt, a friend from many years ago. Pictured are members of the Bristol based Venturers Boys Club on a field trip to the Port of Avonmouth. I remember some of the lads. Centre frame is Jeff Davies - a longtime friend (since 1950).  We saw each other this year. I am crouched down.  I still had hair.  I was a skinny kid - puberty hit me a bit late. I was a reluctant member.  I had no interest in woodwork.  I was 100% inept at Table Tennis.   Being precociously religious I was at home in the semi formal services which were a feature of the Club.

  I am fortunate beyond measure.  Here Mr C. is having a butt scratch from his friend Ashley. He is utterly handsome of course.   More importantly he is filled with affection towards me; and sweetly gentle with one and all.  Today a mechanic at Tire Kingdom; a shelf stocker at Walgreens; and a cashier there. He spreads the joy which we all need. He brings happy tears to my eyes. I am fortunate beyond measure. It's nothing to do with me. He is a giver.  So many others are recipients of his dogly/godly grace. Nun danket alle Gott  

  Cooper had a great splash around in a paddling pool at the dog park. He immediately rolled around in the mud. I call this post baptismal sin. Sample photo'   This isn't Cooper

  He does this at home.  Hind legs on the floor.  Front legs either side of my legs.  Then we snuggle. It's impossible to take a selfies of this. But we did a repeat show at the home of my friends Ron and Char. Char was the official photographer. Cool eh?

https://youtu.be/Dg0R5vhporU?si=hUyi2fUPAM05KUHj  

 

  Yes, I often have beautiful romantic dreams.  Of course I wake with a sense of disappointment! Here is my favourite romantic song. It's by Romberg. Here is the song.  When I grow too old to Dream   https://youtu.be/W1vXsbqZnK4?si=rx51zr8YrcPtY-CG

                                                    On Lockwood Ridge Rd. Sarasota My friend Donna C was raised as a Presbyterian in the Philadelphia area. She married Jack C, a Presbyterian from Charlotte N.C. After a long and storied Naval Career Jack became an Anglican, and was ordained in the Church of England, serving parishes there and later in Newport R.I. In retirement he was an honorary assistant at St. Boniface Church in Sarasota FL Donna was a cheerful but somewhat uncomfortable Anglican. After Jack's death her heart and mind took her back to the Presbyterian Church, at Northminster Presbyterian Church in Sarasota .   After approval by the Session (Vestry/Church Council) she was received into that Church yesterday. I promised to watch the service on You Tube. That's where matters took a funny turn. I was surprised to see a woman Pastor as Northminster's Pastor is a man.  "Maybe", I thought, "the Pastor is away". I persisted, waiting for the mo

  TH E HYMN  - by  an opinionated retired Minister. Forget "For All The Saints". It's a bit too triumphalist for me. It drags on a bit, wearying the congregation and leaving it breathless!  I suspect Church organists love it' Here is my choice, with the text by the great and noble Puritan Richard Baxter:    https://www.britannica.com/biography/Richard-Baxter      "Ye Holy Angels Bright" https://youtu.be/s7gVCTKnSQM I love the comprehensive progression: The Holy Angels      The Blessed Souls at Rest           The saints who toil below  (the Church)                The individual  (my soul bear thou thy part) There are five words in the last stanza which I find to be utterly delicious:  "with a well-tuned heart".   Could  there  be a better metaphor for the whole business of discipleship/prayer/ gracious spirituality