Politely Protesting

The police were concerned that more than 500 protestors at a time might prove to be a ‘health and safety issue’

So we very politely and reverently laid the coffins of our climate at the feet of EON, who are planning a new Coal-Fired Power station, whilst committing to keep campaigning towards the Copenhagen meeting in December when we will find out if Britain has the balls to tackle climate issues properly.

Legacy of shame?

To be honest, my words were a little stronger than the title here this afternoon, however after mulling things over / steaming / ranting, it became obvious that the object of my frustration could not be truthfully a generalisation – therefore the following comments are (I would dearly wish to hope, but will probably be proved wrong), specific and localised.

I seem to visit a lot of people – funny that – but most are not regular church goers.  Those who profess to have a faith, are I find more often saying things like, ‘The vicar wouldn’t do this’  or ‘Me mam never went to Church after such and such an event.’  Families will talk happily of days spent singing in choirs or being involved some way or another in church activities, until some event.  The latest made me ashamed to belong to this institution.  The doors of our churches have been shut in the faces of too many people, the hurdles, hoops and obsticles that churchmen (they were all men in those days) put in front of people who were seeking God, a blessing or simply asking questions about meaning in their life were out of reach for many, making God seem distant and uninterested.

It is amazing that some still kept faith in such situations.

It is shameful on those who rejected them.   I just feel empty and sad for those who were denied, angry at those who felt it their place to judge and make choices for others.

The useful Romany

Whilst walking quietly along to an internment (observing not doing) I was accosted by a delightful lady who wanted to know where the friary was – well, I told her, but of course she saw the collar – oh reverend, would you just… …half an hour of life story, of trials and tribulations, you would imagine she was the most wealthy – unlucky woman in the world … and so I was late and didn’t catch my lift. Arriving home the phone went – A lady was dying in hospital and the family wanted a priest, well I had to do. Strange how these things happen!