Saturday, 29 December 2012



Gliding o'er life's fitful waters, 
Heavy surges sometimes roll; 
And we sigh for yonder haven, 
For the homeland of the soul.

Blessed homeland, ever fair! 
Sin can never enter there; 
But the soul, to life awaking, 
Everlasting bloom shall wear.

Oft we catch a faint reflection, 
Of its bright and vernal hills; 
And, though distant, how we hail it! 
How each heart with rapture thrills!

To our Father, and our Savior, 
To the Spirit, Three in One, 
We shall sing glad songs of triumph 
When our harvest work is done.

'Tis the weary pilgrim's homeland, 
Where each throbbing care shall cease, 
And our longings and our yearnings, 
Like a wave, be hushed to peace.
Fanny Crosby

Friday, 28 December 2012



This a very creative little video that gets its radical message across with gentleness and poise.



Pat Coldrick was a victim of our economic woes when his bespoke furniture business went bust in 2008. ,” My  business dried up and -- bang -- I was left without a euro in my pocket," he says.  "One day, I went down on my own to Burrow Beach in Sutton and I asked God for help.
"I said, 'please, please help me, please let me find myself again'. I was 47 and I'd lost everything," he adds.
 A month later he found himself looking up an old friend whom he hadn’t met in years, on the computer only to discover that she had died at the age of 43. Shocked by this news he sat there stunned by the loss when he remembered his old guitar up in the attic. Pat had abandoned the instrument 25 years earlier. He went up to the attic, dusted down the guitar and composed a tune called ‘The Lament’ in honour of his deceased friend.
 Pat revived his love for playing and went out onto Grafton street busking at 47 years of age! The response from passers by was phenomenal and gradually his fortunes began to change. He has appeared on RTE, played to packed theatres here and at a music festival in Florida   and released his own CD  ‘Cayendo’
 Pat sums up his change in fortune since crying out to God for help, “
"I'm not making a fortune, but I'm getting by," he adds , "I have all my old friends back and, for the first time in more than 25 years, I'm genuinely happy." ~GOSh.~

HO ! HO! HO !

 Christmas is one of the few times in the year when after a sumptious meal the Crackers are pulled and corny jokes are tolerated with many a groan and sigh. In that spirit of tolerance for the 'corny' here are my seasonal offerings...

A Sunday  school teacher asked, “Johnny, do you think Noah did a lot of fishing when he was on theArk ?”
“No,” replied Johnny. “How could he, with just two worms"

A Sunday school teacher said to her children, “We  have been learning how powerful kings and queens  were in Bible times. But, there is a Higher Power. Can anybody tell me what it is?”
One child  blurted out,   “Aces!”

A pastor asked a little boy if he said his prayers every night.
“Yes,  sir.” the boy replied.
“And, do you always say them in the morning, too?” the pastor asked.
“No sir,” the boy replied. “I ain’t scared in the  daytime.”

There once was an old man who was about to die. He told his wife to put a bag of money in the attic: “When I die I’ll get it on my way up” chuckled the old man. Well when the old man died the wife went up to the attic and found that the bag of money was still there. “I knew I should have put that money in the cellar!” said the old woman.