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Good morning :-)

Thank you Elizabeth - lovely to hear from you <3

Take care during these hot days David - I think I can only remember electricity :-D


Number Please
by Deborah Anne Wilson

One day I had to make a call
To a business pal of mine
But though I called back all I got
Was a busy line

Next I called my doctor
And I heard someone say
"Oh, I am so sorry.
The doctor isn't in today

I called my Mom long-distance
Put all my quarters in the phone
A voice on a machine said
"Sorry, we're not home."

A lively game of telephone tag
It went on like that all day
It seemed that no-one cared to hear
A word I had to say

So I called my local company
A voice told me what to do
"If you have never bought from us
Please push button two

Please push button number three
If you have bought from us before
To speak to a real live person
Push button number four"

So I tried, but no-one answered
There was nothing to be done
Except to leave a message
So I pushed button number one

Thank God I have a Saviour
Who is always there for me
I can always call to Him
And the call's toll-free

I can always reach Him
When I call to Him in prayer
There are no recorded messages
For He is always there

Would you like to call Him?
He'll answer one and all
Just open up your heart to Him
He's waiting for your call


Cx :-)

My late Father was an Irishman from Belfast. He left Belfast in 1940 when his Father (a Docker) died in Purdeysburn Hospital March 1940. Belfast was being blitzed. Father came to England and worked forked for Wimpey for the rest of his life (England was being blitzed.)
In 1945 in Newcastle he met and married my Mother in 1945.
Dad was working night shift on an open cast coal site at Bedlington. He was half way up the jib of a drag line, greasing it. Someone down below started the machine, the chain ran over Dad's left hand amputating two fingers. He could have lost his arm, or his life.

I was born and raised in a large house in Portland Road Newcastle.
It had a combination of gas and electric lighting in different rooms.
I was too young to wonder how or why.Those rooms with gas lighting could be turned up or down with a lever on the ceiling. Parents only rented a small part of this house which included my GF and Aunt May and family.

David, as an interesting little fact .................

my grandmother still had a gas wall sconce light in her bedroom in the 1950s.

She loved the ambience of the gas light so much that she refused to have it removed when the house was wired for electricity. It was lit every night while she undressed and got into bed.

She died in 1954, and I think grandfather left the sconce there but never used it.

They lived across the street from us until we moved to a larger house in 1951, and I spent a lot of time with her.

She also cooked using one of the big old black leaded fireplaces with an oven by the side heated by coals shoved underneath it when needed and a swing out plate where you could put a kettle to boil. She also had one little gas ring in a wonderful extension grandfather had built as a kitchenette-sort of place

My grandfather was a builder and would have done anything she wanted .......... this was what she wanted!

Wrong place to mention it perhaps, but since the passing og my parents I have traced my ancestry on both sides of my tree to 4 x GF & M back before they had electricity.

Since my discharge from Hospital I have a carer comes in the morning to give me a wash ans shave and take car of any other needs. This morning I managed to give myself a a good wash and shave before he got here, then I returned to bed, my legs giving me gyp, especially the left. The limbs I have taken for granted since 1945 are now a source of pain. But the problems they now cause me is my fault.

Hello all

I also liked reading the poem ElizabethK.

Happy Wednesday blessings to everyone. Enjoy the sunshine but remember to use the sun cream too.

I like that Cynthia :-D

Good morning :-)


I Chose The Bed Instead
by Cheremiah

Get up, get up, the Spirit said
Don’t just lie in bed
Let God prepare you for the day
For whatever lies ahead
But the covers felt so nice and warm
All nestled round my head
And instead of choosing to come to God
I chose the bed instead

It didn’t take me long to see
I had made a foolish choice
When I did arise the first thing I heard
Was Mr. Regretful’s voice
I overheard Mr. Doubtful
He was speaking to Mr. Gloom
They plan to visit you today
The time will be at noon

They are bringing their friend Ungrateful
Mister Forgetful too
Who will do his best to make you forget
How good God is to you
I knew I was in trouble
How could I face the day
Right then and there I took the time
To get on my knees and pray.


"My child" a voice gently whispered
"Let all the worry cease
Mr. Hopeful, Mr. Thankful, and Mr. Joy
At noon will bring my peace".


Cx :-)

Good morning :-)

The distancing rule is being relaxed here it seems Sylvia - we are down to 1 metre soon. It seems as though that church is way ahead of us!! I went to a funeral in a local cemetery yesterday. Quite a good number of people scattered around and obviously trying to maintain distance but you could tell it was a struggle for them - they just wanted to be with their friends. On the whole though, they were being careful.

A Prayer of Thanks

Father, despite all the problems which surround us,
we thank you for summer days.
For green grass
and beautiful flowers
leafy trees and
running streams.

For birdsong and children laughing as they play.
For sunshine
and clear skies
the smell after a summer rain
and beauty
everywhere
we turn. Amen.


Cx :-)

I've enjoyed reading the Gladys Aylward story. Thank you, Cynthia.


Update on the Baptist Church from yesterday.

No sign of the Canadian Baptist members, but the Filipeno church members were there from 9:00 am, people arriving with what looked like food between then and the start of their service about 10 or 10:30 am.

Found out why the food when I next went into the kitchen .......... several of the cars had left, but some were left, and people were preparing for a Father's Day Lunch to be held in the basement, including one poor father standing just outside the basement door with a small (very small) BBQ, with a woman (probably his wife!) continually checking that he was doing it right.

Spatial distancing round that BBQ seemed to have gone by the board, because the next time I looked out, he was being "helped" by 3 men!

Good morning :-)

Thank you for those words Vera and I hope you are keeping well.

Good to see you back David and do take care of yourself.

Epilogue - Gladys Aylward


Her friends insisted she take her first furlough after 17 years, to see her family and recover her strength. Through a popular biography (The Small Woman by Alan Burgess); a Hollywood movie of her life, (The Inn of the Sixth Happiness, starring Ingrid Bergman), which received numerous awards; and a BBC interview on “This is Your life,” she became an international figure. She was invited to many places to tell her story and dined with such dignitaries as the Archbishop of Canterbury and even Her Majesty the Queen.

But after ten years in England, China beckoned again. Gladys settled in Taiwan, and once again began working with orphans. She opened the Gladys Aylward Orphanage, and within days it was filled with children. She used her fame and prestige to raise money for them. When the burden became too great as her strength began to fail with increasing age, the Lord sent Kathleen Langton-Smith from England to help her with administration.

On New Year’s morning, 1970, just one month shy of her sixty-eighth birthday, after speaking to soldiers' wives at the American army base, Gladys went to bed without supper, and later that night slipped into the presence of the Lord she had served so faithfully. Her body now lies in a marble tomb on a hill in the garden of Christ’s College at Taipei, the capital of Taiwan.

In an interview during her later years, she had expressed her surprise at God’s call to serve Him in China with all her educational limitations. She confided:
“I wasn’t God’s first choice for what I’ve done for China. There was somebody else…I don’t know who it was—God’s first choice. It must have been a man—a wonderful man. A well-educated man. I don’t know what happened. Perhaps he died. Perhaps he wasn’t willing…And God looked down…and saw Gladys Aylward.”

We thank God for the example set by this extraordinary woman.

Cx :-)

Wishing you all well <3 <3

Hello all

A Prayer for Father's Day.

Thank you God, for all who show a father's love in
our world. Thank you to those who are special to us,
thank you for those who are no longer with us now.
Be close to those who are feeling sad today. Help us
to know that you, our Father are always close.
In Jesus' name. Amen.

Good morning

I've been enjoying the Gladys Aylward story. What a remarkable woman! Thank you Cynthia for your posts about her.

We have never made a big thing in our family of Fathers' Day or Mothers' Day as we've felt that they were just commercial inventions, as opposed to Mothering Sunday. Good parents are due love and respect all the time. I am aware that both OH and I were blessed with wonderful fathers. Mine could be quite strict and in my teens I didn't always have the freedom some of my friends had which sometimes led to a bit of teenage angst, but I never, ever doubted his love. I now know what a great gift he gave me in that sense of security and protection.

It's been a great joy to me to see my children have a wonderful relationship with their father, and it is the same for my grandchildren. So today I shall raise a glass (well, a cup of tea) to fathers everywhere and will spare a thought for those children who don't have the blessing of the love and care of an earthly father..

Good morning :-)


Today is Father's Day and we give thanks for all those special men who have loved and cared for us. <3


The Collect (special prayer) for today:

Lord, you have taught us
that all our doings without love are nothing worth:
send your Holy Spirit
and pour into our hearts that most excellent gift of love,
the true bond of peace and of all virtues,
without which whoever lives is counted dead before you.
Grant this for your only Son Jesus Christ’s sake,
who is alive and reigns with you,
in the unity of the Holy Spirit,
one God, now and for ever. Amen

Cx :-)

Good morning :-)


Hoping all are well - haven't seen Emma for a bit, is she okay? <3


Gladys Aylward......

The Long March

It was unsafe to use the roads, so through little used trails and over high mountains Gladys led her brood. Their cloth shoes wore out, the small children began to cry, and all were hungry. Arriving at the broad Yellow River, she asked herself, “Whatever can I do now?” Then, unexpectedly, the Nationalist army allowed her to use their boats to ferry everyone across.

Once, while alone, some Japanese soldiers saw her and tried to shoot her. Running into a field of grain, she escaped, though bullets tore through her clothes and one scorched her back.

When they finally reached Xian, Gladys was exhausted and ill. She collapsed and was in a semi-coma for weeks. She had a fever of 105 degrees, typhus, pneumonia, and malnutrition. Finally she recovered, and was happy that all the children had been received by one family or institution or other.

She continued working with refugees, lepers, anyone who needed help. She brought to the hopeless the hope of Christ. An American doctor observing the lepers, noted: “Their bodies are so contorted with disease, they cannot kneel. Their hands are so crippled, they can barely receive the elements. Yet their eyes flame with joy and hope - all because Gladys Aylward brought them Christ.”


Cx :-)

Hello all

Cynthia, another interesting topic. Thank you.

Wet and chilly and not at all like Summer. Take care.

I hope David is improving.

Stay safe and keep well everyone.

Good morning :-)


The War

Gladys made friends with officers of the Chinese Nationalist army, led by Chiang Kai-shek. At one time she thought she was in love with a Colonel Linnan who wanted to marry her. But she realized they had two very different goals in life, and above all, he was not a Christian. Through Linnan she came to see that China not only faced the danger of the Japanese invasion, but alsot another Chinese army, the Communists.

The war uprooted people. Four times Yangcheng was bombed and overrun by the Japanese; each time the people returned when the invaders left. Then one day Gladys was informed that the Japanese had put a price on her head; her friends urged her to leave. As the invading army came closer, she gathered up her children and made preparations to seek sanctuary in the far West in Xian. A whole orphanage was entrusted to her care.

Soon she was leading 100 children, some of them mere infants. The prison warden wondered what to do with the prisoners. They couldn’t travel in chains. Custom dictated that he behead them all. Shocked, Gladys presented a scheme to the Mandarin to place them under the care of relatives who would be responsible for them. No one took Feng, the leader, so she did, and he was a great help to her on the long march to safety.

Cx :-)

Good morning :-)

Hope your daughter and family cope well with the work going on Sylvia. It's unsettling at the best of times. Whenever we had any major type work done, I worked my way through it but husband and daughter could get in a right old state as their routines were disrupted. :-D

Good wishes to David - hope he is soon back with his tantalizing thoughts. :-D

Funny you should mention the Mandarin Tabitha :-D


Continuing with Gladys Aylward...

The Mandarin

The local Mandarin liked to talk with her. He spoke of his long years of education in the Confucian classics. As Gladys listened, she came to appreciate the Confucian ethical content but noted the lack of a provision of spiritual power such as she knew through the Holy Spirit, the missing hope of forgiveness through the sacrifice of Christ, and a total absence of expectation of life beyond the grave.

One day the Mandarin invited her to a special dinner. The prison warden was there, as were other officials, and several wealthy merchants. Then he stood and gave a speech:

From the other side of the world Ai-Weh-Deh journeyed to China, owing allegiance only to her living God. She brought her Christianity to Yang-cheng. She had not sat hidden inside a temple contemplating how virtuous she was. She had unbound the feet of infants. She had helped the poor. She had visited the jails. She had taken orphans under her roof. She had nursed the wounded.

Her faith was alive. More than anyone the Mandarin had ever met, Ai-Weh-Deh demonstrated the power of love. She loved China so much she became a citizen…

The Mandarin admitted he had debated with her the merits of her faith against the merits of his old Confucius ways, a hundred times. He ended with “But Confucianism lives in my head, not in my heart, as Christianity does in Ai-Weh-Deh
and her converts. As a result I wish to become a Christian!


Cx :-)