Saturday, 24 December 2011
BISHOP NIEDERAUER DOESN'T GET IT
Bishop George Niederauer of San Francisco has lived through seventy four Christmasses during his life so far. You would have thought he would have picked up something about what Christmas is all about with so much experience of the festival. But no. For seventy four years Christmas and all the Word made flesh stuff that goes with it, has completely passed him by, leaving him a bitter and,well, plain nasty, little man without the tiniest piece of the love of God in his soul.
Why do I say this? Because only such Godless character could come out with this sort of crass evil and such disgusting words of explanation.
From MONTEREY COUNTY HERALD:
A Roman Catholic church in San Francisco that canceled a series of pre-Christmas services featuring gay ministers from other denominations is being criticized for sending a negative message to its predominantly gay and lesbian congregation. Pastor Steve Meriwether of Most Holy Redeemer Church late last month rescinded the invitations he had extended to the three ministers at the direction of San Francisco Archbishop George Niederauer.
Archdiocese spokesman George Wesolek told the Chronicle the archbishop felt the speakers were "inappropriate for the season of Advent, which should be a time to reflect on the coming of Christ."
I would wish the man a merry Christmas if I didn't think that there was a very good chance that it would make him self-combust.
Why do I say this? Because only such Godless character could come out with this sort of crass evil and such disgusting words of explanation.
From MONTEREY COUNTY HERALD:
Archdiocese spokesman George Wesolek told the Chronicle the archbishop felt the speakers were "inappropriate for the season of Advent, which should be a time to reflect on the coming of Christ."
I would wish the man a merry Christmas if I didn't think that there was a very good chance that it would make him self-combust.
WORSHIP AT ST. LAIKA'S
MIDNIGHT MASS
CHRISTMAS 2011
This is a very traditional service with lots of classical music and bog standard carols. If you would prefer something less traditional then check out St. Laika's ALTERNATIVE SERVICE OF LESSONS AND CAROLS. Of course, my hope is that you will enjoy both services and as much as I have enjoyed compiling them.
All are welcome to join me in taking communion. There are no exceptions.
The order of service is posted beneath the audio file so that you can join in with the service. The words in bold type are the ones we say together.
If you want to physically partake of communion you will require a small piece of bread and a small amount of drink (preferably made from grapes and containing alcohol). You eat the bread after I say “The body of Christ,” and drink the wine after I say “The blood of Christ.” How you view the nature of this part of the service is completely up to you.
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HAVE A WONDERFUL CHRISTMAS
GOD BLESS YOU
EACH AND EVERYONE
MADPRIEST AND ELLIE
SAINT LAIKA'S
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If you want to physically partake of communion you will require a small piece of bread and a small amount of drink (preferably made from grapes and containing alcohol). You eat the bread after I say “The body of Christ,” and drink the wine after I say “The blood of Christ.” How you view the nature of this part of the service is completely up to you.
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GOD BLESS YOU
EACH AND EVERYONE
MADPRIEST AND ELLIE
SAINT LAIKA'S
Friday, 23 December 2011
OH BUGGER! IT'S CHRISTMAS
23RD. DECEMBER
LOUD FRIDAY SPECIAL
Heads down, no nonsense, mindless, Christmas boogie!!!
STILL AVAILABLE
The annual St. Laika's service of lessons and carols, which I cobble together especially for those of you who don't like services of lessons and carols, is available HERE and can be downloaded to be listened to at your convenience (although I suggest that listening to it in your own home would be more comfortable and less smelly).
And don't forget St. Laika's sister blog, THE ANCHORHOLD, where that wise old bird, Ellie Finlay, provides a daily dose of inspiring goodness that is sure to recharge your spiritual batteries and uplift your soul, brothers and sisters.
And don't forget St. Laika's sister blog, THE ANCHORHOLD, where that wise old bird, Ellie Finlay, provides a daily dose of inspiring goodness that is sure to recharge your spiritual batteries and uplift your soul, brothers and sisters.
Thursday, 22 December 2011
ONE SMALL STEP FOR LESBIANS
ONE GIANT LEAP FOR AMERICA
I am so impressed by the cultural and moral import of this story that I keep playing the video over and over and over again. No, honest.
Good on 'em! And thanks to JCF (who, like me is completely uninterested in the physical content of this video or what the young ladies look like) for sending me the link to this vid. Now, you must excuse me, I need to watch it again just in case I missed something the first 10 times.
Good on 'em! And thanks to JCF (who, like me is completely uninterested in the physical content of this video or what the young ladies look like) for sending me the link to this vid. Now, you must excuse me, I need to watch it again just in case I missed something the first 10 times.
HEADLINE OF THE DAY
From THE TELEGRAPH:
Now, that's just typical of the misogynist element in my church. We haven't even ordained any women bishops yet and this unmarried Anglo-Catholic priest is saying that they are wrong. And as he doesn't say what they are wrong about I assume he believes they are wrong about everything. Chauvinist pig!
Now, that's just typical of the misogynist element in my church. We haven't even ordained any women bishops yet and this unmarried Anglo-Catholic priest is saying that they are wrong. And as he doesn't say what they are wrong about I assume he believes they are wrong about everything. Chauvinist pig!
OH BUGGER! IT'S CHRISTMAS - 22ND. DECEMBER
The greatest Christmas record ever.
Yes, even better than
"The Little Drummer Boy"
Pah rum pum pum pum!
ENGLISH GAYS TO MARRY ON CHRISTMAS DAY
The Grand Tufti of The Church of England PLC announced today that, for one day only, Christmas Day, same sex couples will be allowed to get hitched officially in any Church of England place of worship. A spokesperson for Goateth Palace, the official residence of the Grand Tufti, told OCICBW..., in an exclusive interview, that his boss decided to make this temporary concession to "liberal revisionism" when he found out, last week, that Christmas Day used to commemorate the birthday of Jesus Christ and that it was this man's surname which gave rise to the term "Christianity."
The spokesperson further stated that at an emergency Primates' meeting on Monday, which was called to discuss the Tufti's findings and which took place in secrecy at a rather nice five star, beachside hotel in Barbados, the leaders of Anglican International checked on Wikipedia and found that the original Jesus Christ (who, ironically, was a Jew - Go figure!) was a right lovey, that he never mentioned anything about who could do the wild thing with who and, to be honest, spent far more time hanging around young, muscular and, definitely male of gender, rough stuff, than would now be deemed acceptable even in our depraved English society. Therefore, as we are supposed to stop trying to flog stuff to each other and actually act nice for a change on Christmas Day, the Board of Directors decided to "let the buggers get on with it if they must" on the 25th. December. That is, as long as they can find a priest who is actually willing to turn up for work on what is officially a public holiday, and preside at the "weirdo weddings."
OCICBW... contacted the enemy of the British State, Peter Tatchell, and told him about the Grand Tufti's generous offer to perverts like what he is.
Mr Tatchell's reply consisted of just two words - "Bearded" and "Tosser."
The Grand Tufti has not, at this moment in time, indicated that he would be making a similar concession to sodomy when the Church commemorates the crucifixion of the Easter Bunny at the beginning of April next year. In fact, an anonymous source informed us that when the Tufti was told that gay people were starving for spiritual sustenance he replied, "Then let them eat chocolate eggs."
The spokesperson further stated that at an emergency Primates' meeting on Monday, which was called to discuss the Tufti's findings and which took place in secrecy at a rather nice five star, beachside hotel in Barbados, the leaders of Anglican International checked on Wikipedia and found that the original Jesus Christ (who, ironically, was a Jew - Go figure!) was a right lovey, that he never mentioned anything about who could do the wild thing with who and, to be honest, spent far more time hanging around young, muscular and, definitely male of gender, rough stuff, than would now be deemed acceptable even in our depraved English society. Therefore, as we are supposed to stop trying to flog stuff to each other and actually act nice for a change on Christmas Day, the Board of Directors decided to "let the buggers get on with it if they must" on the 25th. December. That is, as long as they can find a priest who is actually willing to turn up for work on what is officially a public holiday, and preside at the "weirdo weddings."
OCICBW... contacted the enemy of the British State, Peter Tatchell, and told him about the Grand Tufti's generous offer to perverts like what he is.
Mr Tatchell's reply consisted of just two words - "Bearded" and "Tosser."
The Grand Tufti has not, at this moment in time, indicated that he would be making a similar concession to sodomy when the Church commemorates the crucifixion of the Easter Bunny at the beginning of April next year. In fact, an anonymous source informed us that when the Tufti was told that gay people were starving for spiritual sustenance he replied, "Then let them eat chocolate eggs."
Wednesday, 21 December 2011
OH BUGGER! IT'S CHRISTMAS - 21ST. DECEMBER
This is Ben Reel.
And this in my, always so humble, opinion is a bloody good record.
No doubt, you miserable lot will correct me on that.
CHRISTMAS WRAPPED UP
Christmas records are like the Bible. It does seem that sometime in the early eighties a group of venerable, popular music scholars got together and decided which Christmas songs should be included in the canon and then decreed that no more should ever be added. Certainly, that's the way things appear to be in England.
MADPRIEST ON SLOTH
Sloth gets a bad press. The protestant work ethic and unrestrained capitalism that dominate our western cultures has given it a position on the naughtiness list slightly above murder, rape and fancying people of the same sex as yourself. But, like all "deadly sins," laziness is not the complete demon that we make it out to be. The human race has retained it in its emotional make-up for good reasons. For a start, without laziness we would all burn out and die at an extremely young age.
But there are other benefits to human individuals having a healthy inclination towards laziness. Benefits that help keep society and our communities together.
I have always had a tendency to be lazy. This became far more exaggerated after falling prey to a bout of serious depression sixteen years ago. Even now I have to will myself to do even the most mundane task such as having a shave or going out for a walk with the dogs. I have learned to overcome this problem and live with it but I have not managed to lessen my sloth and I doubt that I ever will. What I have done is accepted it, not allowed it to dictate what I do and, above all, I have used it to make me a better priest.
Far too many priests and church ministers are workaholics whose greatest fear is being observed doing nothing. The main conversations at clergy get togethers usually involve attendees bragging about how little time they have for their families and for themselves because of all the pressing demands of their job. The truth is that most of these complainers delight in their temporal martyrdom and are only overworked because they want to be or, more likely, because they are afraid of the consequences of not doing everything themselves, namely, other people receiving praise rather than themselves.
I can be as arrogant as the next man. But my laziness trumps my fear of competition. This means that I am naturally and selfishly collaborative. If I can share my workload, I will. I actively seek to do so. This does not mean that I dump the things that need doing on absolutely anybody. I'm far to wise to do that as such a random policy will invariably lead to more work ending up in my "to do" tray. Instead I have learned to discern talent in others and share my tasks accordingly. I have also learned what you have to do to make people want to help which is basically to make them feel good about doing it. The one thing I am not lazy about is dishing out praise and gratitude. This is not phoney as I am always grateful for any help that I can get.
My guess is that most people on selection panels are looking for potential church ministers who will devote all their time and energy to their vocation. But not all of them. There are wise selectors who realise that such obsessive candidates will become nothing but bad news and ultimately destroyers rather than builders of congregations. The truth is that a minister who would much rather be sitting in the back garden with a good book and a long drink on a sunny summer afternoon than filling in diocesan returns, and who can make the decision to do so without feeling guilty if they are due a break, is going to ultimately be a far better builder of a happy community than a minister who works all hours, who makes his congregation mere bystanders to the work of faith and who screws up his family and social life just so he can brag about how overworked he is to his workaholic bishop at the next clerical, mutual backslapping session.
Relax! Don't do it! Unless you really can't get out of it.
But there are other benefits to human individuals having a healthy inclination towards laziness. Benefits that help keep society and our communities together.
I have always had a tendency to be lazy. This became far more exaggerated after falling prey to a bout of serious depression sixteen years ago. Even now I have to will myself to do even the most mundane task such as having a shave or going out for a walk with the dogs. I have learned to overcome this problem and live with it but I have not managed to lessen my sloth and I doubt that I ever will. What I have done is accepted it, not allowed it to dictate what I do and, above all, I have used it to make me a better priest.
Far too many priests and church ministers are workaholics whose greatest fear is being observed doing nothing. The main conversations at clergy get togethers usually involve attendees bragging about how little time they have for their families and for themselves because of all the pressing demands of their job. The truth is that most of these complainers delight in their temporal martyrdom and are only overworked because they want to be or, more likely, because they are afraid of the consequences of not doing everything themselves, namely, other people receiving praise rather than themselves.
I can be as arrogant as the next man. But my laziness trumps my fear of competition. This means that I am naturally and selfishly collaborative. If I can share my workload, I will. I actively seek to do so. This does not mean that I dump the things that need doing on absolutely anybody. I'm far to wise to do that as such a random policy will invariably lead to more work ending up in my "to do" tray. Instead I have learned to discern talent in others and share my tasks accordingly. I have also learned what you have to do to make people want to help which is basically to make them feel good about doing it. The one thing I am not lazy about is dishing out praise and gratitude. This is not phoney as I am always grateful for any help that I can get.
My guess is that most people on selection panels are looking for potential church ministers who will devote all their time and energy to their vocation. But not all of them. There are wise selectors who realise that such obsessive candidates will become nothing but bad news and ultimately destroyers rather than builders of congregations. The truth is that a minister who would much rather be sitting in the back garden with a good book and a long drink on a sunny summer afternoon than filling in diocesan returns, and who can make the decision to do so without feeling guilty if they are due a break, is going to ultimately be a far better builder of a happy community than a minister who works all hours, who makes his congregation mere bystanders to the work of faith and who screws up his family and social life just so he can brag about how overworked he is to his workaholic bishop at the next clerical, mutual backslapping session.
Relax! Don't do it! Unless you really can't get out of it.
Tuesday, 20 December 2011
DON'T BLAME MADPRIEST, BLAME
THAT WICKED VICAR FROM SUFFOLK
A group of friends from the village Church decided it would be a a good idea to get together on a regular basis, socialize, and play games. The lady of the Manor House offered to host their first meeting and also cook them dinner. It was a spectacular affair and everyone agreed it had been a great success. And so they began meeting together once a month, and when it came time for Al and Janet to be the hosts, Janet wanted to outdo all the others. She decided to have mushroom-smothered steak, but when she came to buy the mushrooms the local shop had run out. "What am I going to do?" she asked her husband. "I need mushrooms for the main course." Her husband replied, "Why don't you go down to the field by the river. There are plenty of mushrooms there." Janet said, "But I won't be able to tell the safe mushrooms from the poisonous ones." Al replied, "Well, I've seen some wild animals eating them, so they must be okay."
So Janet decided to give it a try. Early next morning she went down to the mist-covered meadow and picked a large basketful of wild mushrooms. Back in her kitchen she washed, sliced, and diced them for her smothered steak. Then she went out into the front garden and gave Ol' Spot, their faithful spaniel, a double handful. Ol' Spot ate every bite. All morning long, Janet watched Ol' Spot and the wild mushrooms didn't seem to affect him, so she decided to use them.
The meal was a great success, and Janet even hired a young girl from the village to help her serve. After everyone had finished, they relaxed, socialized, and some played dominoes. About an hour after the meal the young girl helper lady came into the room and whispered in Janet's ear, "Mrs. Williams, Ol' Spot is dead."
Janet went into hysterics and ran out of the room.
After she finally calmed down, she called the doctor and told him what had happened. The doctor said, "That's bad, but I think we can take care of it. I will call for an ambulance and I will be there as quickly as possible. Everything will be fine. Just keep them calm.."
Soon the guests could hear the siren of the ambulance was coming down the road. The paramedics and the doctor had their emergency cases, syringes, and a stomach pump. One by one, they took each person into the bathroom and pumped out their stomach. After the last one was finished, the doctor came out and said, "I think everything will be fine now," and he left.
Everyone sat around the room feeling pretty washed out, and Janet decided that they all needed a good stiff drink. Calling the young girl across she said, "Would you go and fetch the cooking sherry and the glasses from the kitchen?" Certainly, madam," replied the girl. "But isn't it awful about Ol' Spot. You know, the car that ran him over never even stopped!"
So Janet decided to give it a try. Early next morning she went down to the mist-covered meadow and picked a large basketful of wild mushrooms. Back in her kitchen she washed, sliced, and diced them for her smothered steak. Then she went out into the front garden and gave Ol' Spot, their faithful spaniel, a double handful. Ol' Spot ate every bite. All morning long, Janet watched Ol' Spot and the wild mushrooms didn't seem to affect him, so she decided to use them.
The meal was a great success, and Janet even hired a young girl from the village to help her serve. After everyone had finished, they relaxed, socialized, and some played dominoes. About an hour after the meal the young girl helper lady came into the room and whispered in Janet's ear, "Mrs. Williams, Ol' Spot is dead."
Janet went into hysterics and ran out of the room.
After she finally calmed down, she called the doctor and told him what had happened. The doctor said, "That's bad, but I think we can take care of it. I will call for an ambulance and I will be there as quickly as possible. Everything will be fine. Just keep them calm.."
Soon the guests could hear the siren of the ambulance was coming down the road. The paramedics and the doctor had their emergency cases, syringes, and a stomach pump. One by one, they took each person into the bathroom and pumped out their stomach. After the last one was finished, the doctor came out and said, "I think everything will be fine now," and he left.
Everyone sat around the room feeling pretty washed out, and Janet decided that they all needed a good stiff drink. Calling the young girl across she said, "Would you go and fetch the cooking sherry and the glasses from the kitchen?" Certainly, madam," replied the girl. "But isn't it awful about Ol' Spot. You know, the car that ran him over never even stopped!"
WORSHIP AT ST. LAIKA'S
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SAINT LAIKA'S
ALTERNATIVE,
OLDE WORLDE,
FOLKIE
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LESSONS AND
CAROLS
CHRISTMAS
2011
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Monday, 19 December 2011
GUMBY OF THE DAY BANS GAY DENTISTS
From BULAWAYO 24 NEWS:
The head of the Anglican Church in the Central Africa Province, Archbishop Albert Chama, said his church does not accept gay practices. (Which I assume refers to dentists, doctors, paediatricians and all other varieties of gay medical practitioners).
Archbishop Chama said this yesterday when he presided over the Order of Epiphany at St John's Cathedral in Bulawayo. He said the church was not going to reverse its position on same sex marriages.
After the service he said, "The Anglican Church of the Central Africa province does not and will not accept homosexuals and that is our stand. The homosexuals are humans created in the image of God and the only thing we can do for them is to pray and care for them."
The Order of Epiphany service is when the church recognises the great work of individuals in its ranks who had sacrificed a lot in peace building and community.
COMMENT: To understand these blustering fools would require trying to think in the way they think. I'm simply not prepared to undergo a lobotomy in order to make that possible. So, purely in the proverbial way, bugger the lot of them! At Christmas may they get what they deserve. Me, I'm going to celebrate God becoming flesh.
Archbishop Chama said this yesterday when he presided over the Order of Epiphany at St John's Cathedral in Bulawayo. He said the church was not going to reverse its position on same sex marriages.
After the service he said, "The Anglican Church of the Central Africa province does not and will not accept homosexuals and that is our stand. The homosexuals are humans created in the image of God and the only thing we can do for them is to pray and care for them."
The Order of Epiphany service is when the church recognises the great work of individuals in its ranks who had sacrificed a lot in peace building and community.
COMMENT: To understand these blustering fools would require trying to think in the way they think. I'm simply not prepared to undergo a lobotomy in order to make that possible. So, purely in the proverbial way, bugger the lot of them! At Christmas may they get what they deserve. Me, I'm going to celebrate God becoming flesh.
DON'T BLAME MADPRIEST, BLAME MAD DAD
...and there's more:
A man in Scotland calls his son in London the day before Christmas Eve and says, "I hate to ruin your day but I have to tell you that your mother and I are
divorcing; forty-five years of misery is enough".
"Dad, what are you talking about?'" the son screams.
"We can't stand the sight of each other any longer", the father says. "We're sick of each other and I'm sick of talking about this, so you call your sister in Leeds and tell her".
Frantically, the son calls his sister, who explodes on the phone, "Like hell they're getting divorced", she shouts, "I'll take care of this".
She calls Scotland immediately and screams at her father, "You are NOT getting divorced. Don't do a single thing until I get there. I'm calling my brother back and we'll both be there tomorrow. Until then, don't do a thing, DO YOU HEAR ME?" and hangs up.
The old man hangs up his phone and turns to his wife and says, "Done! Not only are they're coming for Christmas - but they're paying their own way too."
THOUGHT FOR THE DAY
I received an email from a good friend this evening which contained the following paragraph. I've always been a big fan of Sir John.
After translating Mark's Gospel in Greek Exegesis this past fall, I came to understand the saying, "Jesus came to bring the kingdom of God; he got the Church instead." Having had my own struggles with the Church this past couple of years, I'm keeping it simple. "God was Man in Palestine, and lives to-day in Bread and Wine" ("Christmas," by John Betjemann).
After translating Mark's Gospel in Greek Exegesis this past fall, I came to understand the saying, "Jesus came to bring the kingdom of God; he got the Church instead." Having had my own struggles with the Church this past couple of years, I'm keeping it simple. "God was Man in Palestine, and lives to-day in Bread and Wine" ("Christmas," by John Betjemann).
DRUNK OFF OUR FACEBOOKS
Whiteycat sent me a link to CNET NEWS from which the following has been lifted.
There are many words for "drunk" in England. There's "sozzled" and "plastered." There's "smashed" and "pissed." This reflects the vast love the Brits have for getting utterly out of their faces. So how can anyone be surprised that a no-doubt blisteringly scientific study conducted on behalf of a photo-storage site called My Memory revealed that in 76 percent of British Facebook shots, the subjects are, allegedly, inebriated?
Whiteycat asks me, "Is this is true?"
Well, I don't know. But I would be extremely surprised if it is.
The claim that 24 percent of English people would sober up long enough to have their photo taken is a bit far fetched to say the least.
There are many words for "drunk" in England. There's "sozzled" and "plastered." There's "smashed" and "pissed." This reflects the vast love the Brits have for getting utterly out of their faces. So how can anyone be surprised that a no-doubt blisteringly scientific study conducted on behalf of a photo-storage site called My Memory revealed that in 76 percent of British Facebook shots, the subjects are, allegedly, inebriated?
Whiteycat asks me, "Is this is true?"
Well, I don't know. But I would be extremely surprised if it is.
The claim that 24 percent of English people would sober up long enough to have their photo taken is a bit far fetched to say the least.
AN OLDIE BUT A GOODIE TOO
There was a man who worked for the Post Office whose job was to process all the mail that had illegible addresses. One day, a letter came addressed in a shaky handwriting to God with no actual address. He thought he should open it to see what it was about.
The letter read: "Dear God, I am an 83 year old widow, living on a very small pension. Yesterday someone stole my purse. It had "$100" in it, which was all the money I had until my next pension payment. Next Sunday is Christmas, and I had invited two of my friends over f or dinner. Without that money, I have nothing to buy food with, have no family to turn to, and you are my only hope. Can you please help me? Sincerely, Edna.
The postal worker was touched. He showed the letter to all the other workers. Each one dug into his or her wallet and came up with a few dollars. By the time he made the rounds, he had collected $96, which they put into an envelope and sent to the woman. The rest of the day, all the workers felt a warm glow thinking of Edna and the dinner she would be able to share with her friends.
Christmas came and went. A few days later, another letter came from the same old lady to God. All the workers gathered around while the letter was opened.
It read: Dear God, How can I ever thank you enough for what you did for me? Because of your gift of love, I was able to fix a glorious dinner for my friends. We had a very nice day and I told my friends of your wonderful gift. By the way, there was $4 missing. I think it might have been those bastards at the post office. Sincerely, Edna.
Thanks to Michelle for this one (yes, it's one of hers, so don't go blaming me!).
The letter read: "Dear God, I am an 83 year old widow, living on a very small pension. Yesterday someone stole my purse. It had "$100" in it, which was all the money I had until my next pension payment. Next Sunday is Christmas, and I had invited two of my friends over f or dinner. Without that money, I have nothing to buy food with, have no family to turn to, and you are my only hope. Can you please help me? Sincerely, Edna.
The postal worker was touched. He showed the letter to all the other workers. Each one dug into his or her wallet and came up with a few dollars. By the time he made the rounds, he had collected $96, which they put into an envelope and sent to the woman. The rest of the day, all the workers felt a warm glow thinking of Edna and the dinner she would be able to share with her friends.
Christmas came and went. A few days later, another letter came from the same old lady to God. All the workers gathered around while the letter was opened.
It read: Dear God, How can I ever thank you enough for what you did for me? Because of your gift of love, I was able to fix a glorious dinner for my friends. We had a very nice day and I told my friends of your wonderful gift. By the way, there was $4 missing. I think it might have been those bastards at the post office. Sincerely, Edna.
Thanks to Michelle for this one (yes, it's one of hers, so don't go blaming me!).
This is the Reverend Gavin Tyte (yes, it is, honest - the English middle class give their children poncy names so that they either get tough or get bullied to death - it's a "Boy named Sue" thing, I think). Much as I hate rap I have to admit that this is very clever indeed. Well done, Gav, old chap. And respect due for winning Nativity Factor on YouTube.
If his vicar job ever goes down the pan he can always get a job as a Monty Python tribute act.
Thanks to Themethatisme for alerting me
to this fine example of trendyvicarness.
If his vicar job ever goes down the pan he can always get a job as a Monty Python tribute act.
Thanks to Themethatisme for alerting me
to this fine example of trendyvicarness.
Sunday, 18 December 2011
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