my old fort

Have you ever had one of those boring days? You know , you feel listless and you want to do something, but you don’t know what. nothing seems to interest you. And you are just fed up.
I remember years ago I had one of those days. I was so bored, I even got bored with annoying my sister, much to her relief.
As I roamed around the house looking for I don’t know what. I fetched up in my bedroom. It was a small garret like room stuck up in the corner of the house. I liked it. There wasn’t much in there just the usual bed and cupboards and things. But under the window was a large chest like box. In it I kept my old toys and odd bits and pieces that boys collect over the years. With nothing better to do I decided to have a rummage in the old chest.

I found all sorts of toys and games that I had forgotten about. I even found some things I’d best not mention. It’s amazing what boys collect. Anyway, as I rummaged through the chest, I found my old fort. My grandfather made it for me. He served in the Royal Navy in both world wars. When I knew him, He was a trombone player in the Salvation Army When he died he left me his medals. Sadly they were stolen. I often wonder if I can get replicas of them.

sorry I’m going off the subject. Back to my old fort. The base was a box with little pin holes in it. The towers and the walls and battlements had little pins underneath so that you could stick them anywhere on the base. Health and safety would not have approved. But I loved it. I had spent many a happy hour fighting and , of course winning. many battles.

I thought to myself. How could I have forgotten my old friend? But life is like that. We move on we grow and change. And we forget. Perhaps some things are best forgotten. But there are some things that it is good to remember. We can do this with people too. Old friends get left behind and new ones come along.
Do we do that with our Lord? have we left Him behind? Is He tucked away in a little box somewhere in our minds? Perhaps we need to look sometimes and find Him again. If we have left Him behind somewhere. I’m sure He will forgive us and help us renew our relationship with Him. After all He does love us.

Well anyway. it’s been nice chatting with you. I’m off. I might have lost my old fort. But I still have games to play. See you around.

I think it must be Christmas

I went to town
the other day,
and on the way
I saw a bakers shop.
And on display
I saw a tray
of hot cross buns.
I think it must be Christmas.

Easter eggs were on sale
for you.
Bunnies were in
abundance too.
I think it must be Christmas

There were Easter cards
to buy.
and coloured paper
met my eye.
all for wrapping gifts
for Easter.
Now I’m sure it’s Christmas.


As you know it will soon be Advent. When we prepare for the coming of our Lord at Christmas. As I thought about this, I thought my childhood in East London. Of course for a child Christmas meant Presents round the tree at teatime in my Grandmother’s living room. Of course before that there was waking up to to presents in my Christmas stocking left by Santa. Actually, my Christmas stocking was an old pillow case. Not that it was full of course.

While I was thinking about this. I thought about what Christmas really meant to people. I don’t suppose that people pay much attention to the meaning of Christmas. Maybe it’s just me, but I don’t seem to hear carols sung anymore. Unless you are a church goer that is. Carols don’t seem to be played as much as they used to be.

It’s strange how things change. When I was a youngster carols were played all the time, and everywhere. People knew them by heart. Even if they were not church goers, they knew all the carols and would sing them. This made me think about what Christmas really meant. Because, in my opinion, the carols tell the Christmas story. They tell us who Jesus was and what he would do and be. You can look it up if you like, but all His names and what He would do are Biblical.

Redeemer King Emmanuel

We all celebrate Christmas in different ways don’t we. I had a friend from Sydney in Australia. She told me how they have a B.B.Q on the beach. I don’t think I’ll try that in this country. I shall probably scoff the last mince pie. Relax over a glass of sherry, sorry non drinkers, and think about what I really got for Christmas.


Anyway, if I don’t see you before , and to use an old greeting. I wish you a very happy Christmas and a prosperous new year

hallo my friend

Hallo my friend; it’s been a while since we last had a chat.
Anyway I thought I would tell you about my last venture into my site. When I took a good look at it, I thought, whata mess, this needs tidying up. Quite how I’ll manage that I don’t know. I’ll have to get some nice person to show me how it’s done.

But anyway what I’m really writing about is the mistakes we make, and don’t even notice. I was looking through my old posts, and I came across a couple that surprised me. I thought to myself, did you really write that? Since they were on my site. I suppose I must have. To put it bluntly I did not like them very much. Still, what’s done is done and can’t be undone. but sometimes we can put it right. Sometimes we have to put it behind us and move on. but it can always be forgiven.

I must admit. I don’t like it much when I get it wrong. But then, I am a fallible human being and I sometimes get it wrong. Being a Christian does not mean that I am perfect. Perhaps some people are. Unfortunately I am not. Lets say I’m a work in progress. The mistakes I make are not things to be proud of. But they are things to learn from.

One of my favourite books in the Bible is the book of Acts. I have heard it said that it was a wonderful time when everything was perfect. I am not sure I agree with that. What I love about those early Christians is their humanity. They argued they disagreed, they got it wrong, they made mistakes. But at the same time they new that Jesus was their Lord. They were open to the spirits teaching and guidance. Their faith and trust in the Lord helped live through hard times. Their faith in the Lord helped them carry the Gospel around their world.

You know what I have found? don’t live in fear of getting it wrong. Trust that if you do, you have a heavenly Father who loves you. Trust and aim to do your best. After all. If you aim for nothing, you will achieve nothing. I was once asked, are you a practising Christian? Of course I am. Who knows, one day I’ll get it right.

Anyway nice chatting with you.
See you mate/

we do not celebrate

On the eleventh day of November
at the eleventh hour.
We give thanks for,
and honour those who served our
country in war.
We do not celebrate war
We remember those who have died
in places unknown..
There they will lie
and never come home.
We do not celebrate war.
We give thanks for
and remember those who’s
bodies were broken,,
and will never be the same.
We do not celebrate war.
We give thanks for
and remember those
who’s minds have been
and will never be free
from the sights they
have seen.
We do not celebrate war.
we rmember those who are
left behind to grieve. for their
their lost ones.
and their pain will
never leave.
We do not celebrate war.
We give thanks for,
and remember those
who have served, and still
serve. to keep us free.
We do not celebrate war.