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A Dissenting Voice.: February 2012
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A British Unitarian shares his views on all manner of religious, social and political issues. Unconventional and honest. Monday, 20 February 2012. Two are better than one; because they have a good reward for their labour. For if they fall, the one will lift up his fellow: but woe to him that is alone when he falleth, and hath not another to lift him up. Again, if two lie together, then they have warmth: but how can one be warm alone? Theologically I have no problem with same-sex marriage. It is also ...
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A Dissenting Voice.: God-Given Moments of Opportunity
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A British Unitarian shares his views on all manner of religious, social and political issues. Unconventional and honest. Tuesday, 6 March 2012. God-Given Moments of Opportunity. For if thou altogether holdest thy peace at this time, then shall relief and deliverance arise to the Jews from another place but thou and thy father's house shall perish: and who knoweth whether thou art not come to the kingdom for such a time as this? She chose well, but do we? The other woman should have been looking where she...
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A Dissenting Voice.: Love In The Face Of Difference.
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A British Unitarian shares his views on all manner of religious, social and political issues. Unconventional and honest. Monday, 23 April 2012. Love In The Face Of Difference. And if I have the gift of prophecy and know all mysteries and all knowledge; and if I have all faith so as to remove mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. You must remember that you are my prime treasure (and always have been) my only hope of consolation is to have you safe home, and weep together.'. Yes I am sure you will, i...
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Naomi's Blog: Holy Week - A soldier's prayer
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Bits and Pieces about This and That gathered together from Here and There mostly by Myself. Holy Week - A soldier's prayer. Holy Week - A soldier’s prayer. I walked through the city guarding a man. Who carried a great wooden beam,. Going to his death in a place called Golgotha. Staggering beneath the crushing weight of his burden. His sweat mingled with the bloody wounds. Our nine tailed scourge had carved,. And spread about his naked flesh like a cloak. Of imperial Tyrian purple vivid in the sunshine.
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Naomi's Blog: February 2007
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Bits and Pieces about This and That gathered together from Here and There mostly by Myself. There's no sun to burn you,. O, yes, I want to go home;. Where there’s no stormy weather,. O, yes, I want to go home;. There's no tribulation,. O, yes, I want to go home. From a Negro spiritual collected by Thomas Wentworth Higginson, published in 1867. 8220;Why do they all put up with it? 8221; asked Blue Dragon Apprentice. 8220;Is safety worth losing your freedom for? 8221; persisted Blue Dragon Apprentice.
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Naomi's Blog: July 2006
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Bits and Pieces about This and That gathered together from Here and There mostly by Myself. The funeral tea-party was nearly over - if indeed such an elegant collation of smoked salmon, caviar and canapés, mille-feuilles, passion fruit pavlova and a sculpted ice swan could properly be described as a mere tea-party. Katerina Ivanova leaned against the wall and pondered upon the ceremony and the demeanour of her hostess. She had enjoyed neither. Over-consumption has contrived to get their priorities right.
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Naomi's Blog
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Bits and Pieces about This and That gathered together from Here and There mostly by Myself. The wisdom of a stone. Not some famous latter-day president. Carved into the fine Dakota granite,. Made to endure a thousand years or more. Amidst the torrid heat and acid rain,. But an anonymous chalk behemoth,. Half a forehead, an eye, and half an eye,. An empty hole where once there was a mouth,. His whole face un-faced by mindless vandals. On the cliff where herring gulls nest and cry,. Remember my friends thi...
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Naomi's Blog: January 2008
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Bits and Pieces about This and That gathered together from Here and There mostly by Myself. Go, go, go, said the bird: human kind. Cannot bear very much reality. Time past and time future. What might have been and what has been. Point to one end, which is always present. Perhaps he wanted to talk to her, but how did you talk to a monk who had died centuries ago? What could he have to say to her, who was not even a Christian, let alone a Catholic. Naomi 31 December 2007. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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Bits and Pieces about This and That gathered together from Here and There mostly by Myself. Remembered in the Corona Chapel of Canterbury Cathedral as one of the Twenty Saints and Martyrs of our Time. In this quiet chapel, where the welcome smile. Of a winter morning streams through lapis glass. Lighting up sun gold slim pillar and wide stepped stone,. I meditate on the saints and martyrs of our time,. Commemorated here where once Becket’s crown was laid. Their loving spirits bright mirror of the divine.
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Naomi's Blog: June 2006
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Bits and Pieces about This and That gathered together from Here and There mostly by Myself. Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of earth. And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;. Sunward I’ve climbed and joined the tumbling mirth. Of sun-split clouds - and done a hundred things. You have not dreamed of, wheeled and soared and swung. High in the sunlit silence. Hovering there. I’ve chased the shouting wind along, and flung. My eager craft through footless halls of air;. Nor kick your shins. For, a...
