The Memorial of Jesus' death was held on Saturday night, the 14th day of Nisan (the Passover) which began in the evening. Captain Butterfly attended looking very smart. My bread was a bit hard, but definitely unleavened - and as neither of us take the emblems, there was no danger to our teeth.
The talk given was so clear, so powerful, that I can only hope it reached the heart of every listener - but especially of course the Captain.
Afterwards, I had a glass of his homemade Chianti - the first glass of wine (or of anything alcoholic) for months. I had forgotten how good his red wine is. I did stick to the one glass though.
There was no meeting this morning as it was the Memorial the night before. I listened to the March broadcast - all about marriage - and what the Maker's Manual; the Bible - has to say about it - information that people desperately need.
As Spring is about to sprung, I thought this would be an appropriate photo - taken by Captain B, of Ken's painting of blossom in Endcliffe Vale Park. Ken was obsessed with the park for a while and painted it in all its moods.
Although he had no belief in a Creator, he did love and appreciate the creation, and was working away, albeit more and more slowly almost until the day he died. And of course I am hoping that Jehovah has remembered him, and that he is sleeping safe in "the everlasting arms". every hair of his head numbered, and that, when the time comes, during the Thousand Years, he has a wonderful awakening ahead of him.
If so, he will see this lovely earth again.
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