Father’s Day
In the weeks preceding Father’s Day a blizzard of advertising offers the perfect gift for dad. I tell my grown-up children I don’t need or want a gift, without success.…
In the weeks preceding Father’s Day a blizzard of advertising offers the perfect gift for dad. I tell my grown-up children I don’t need or want a gift, without success.…
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I can’t help comparing the General Conference of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, held last weekend, and the funeral of Queen Elizabeth II, two weeks previous. Both…
On Sunday 19th June I spoke in a Fathers Day service. My sermon was based on this post which I had already worked on. If you were at church in…
In May my daughter Beth and her husband Michael flew from California to spend several weeks with us. One of Beth’s tasks was to sort out a mountain of stuff…