All Purls. No Swine.
December 21, 2025 Dear Chickens, I know it's the shortest day of the year. And that, lately, it's generally been cold, overcast and gloomy. The worst laying conditions possible. Still--in the circumstances and all--you're giving me an egg or so a day when all the experts say the four of you should be molting and… Continue reading Winter Solstice, 2025–Yesterday
The Telegraph is full of stories today about yesterday’s resignation of the Most Reverend Justin Welby, Archbishop of Canterbury. He is the latest in a long line of senior clergy of one or another Christian denomination who have been brought to account for covering up horrific crimes committed by churchmen, in this case, the jaw-dropping decades of… Continue reading The Downfall of an Archbishop and the Rise of a Soldier
What? Poetry from the fourteenth century, expressing the opinions of the fourteenth century, is now so disturbing and triggering to children of the 21st that they need some sort of intervention in order to handle it? Please. From several years ago, here. For God's sake, you morons. Grow up: Imagine yourself, if you will, as… Continue reading OK, Now You’ve Done It: The Canterbury Tales given trigger warning over ‘expressions of Christian faith’
The days of our years are threescore years and ten; and if by reason of strength they be fourscore years, yet is their strength labour and sorrow; for it is soon cut off, and we fly away--Psalm 90:10 Yikes. For those in Rio Linda, I'm talking about an age of seventy years. The date is… Continue reading Quote of the Day: “Three Score Years and Ten”
My last post invoked a few memories, some of which were of St. Mary's Church, Handsworth, Birmingham, and of my first life experiences with Christian church services and Christianity in the UK. I've written about St. Mary's in a slightly different context before here, and so I offer you the following post from 2021. Every… Continue reading The Power and the Glory