Sunday, 7 November 2010
The feathers of the willow
What a different feeling the human skeleton evokes - for all that it is a miracle of engineering. But then the trees were designed to be seen in skeletal form in season, whereas we were not supposed to die.
So when we see a human skeleton, it tells us that something has gone catastrophically wrong.
I took some bread with me which was deeply appreciated by all the waterfowl - and a Hitchcockian swarm of seagulls. They especially liked the currant bread.
The meeting at the Hall this morning was as wonderful as ever. We were reminded about the importance of listening to our Creator, not to 'the world', and about Christian unity and how we can play our part in achieving and maintaining it - always remembering that without Jehovah's spirit all our efforts to do so would be futile.
It is a unity based on Jehovah's law of loving-kindness, not the sort of forced uniformity that you would get in an efficient army.
Col was off Metal Detecting this morning. He found a Roman something that will almost certainly appear in his blog.
Anne skyped me from South Africa and we had a lovely long talk.
It was a cold day - although not where Anne is.