Saturday, 5 January 2019
Cold and gray, and so is the weather, so I sat in waiting for the postman bringing a book. This book is for another but would be too big for the letterbox, so I waited. Checking later I found a card telling me he had left it at another flat! I was in! Why not knock loud? Bah!!! This is a good postman, I wonder what the bad would do? Tsk!
Having stored the book I checked the football. Manchester United squad players against failing Reading, this will be good eh? No it was not, as expected Man Utd won easily. Now I watch Blackpool, with a detested chairman who's fans refuse to enter the ground. Therefore their poor team is against Arsenals squad players who ought to win easily with their fans outnumbering the home crowd. The rich maniac who owns the club sits above watching while the club falls apart. Why do the authorities allow such situations to develop? As expected the game is a s dull as my day.
However while printing a leaflet I discovered I had no black ink left. The ink world is a con! Having bought on the cheap several twinned packs off Black ink and coloured ink I now find I have three coloured inks lying awaiting a place and no black! This led to venturing out into the chill wind.
As I passed the Congregational Church I noticed the door slightly ajar. This was interesting! Rare to see the door ajar at any time so I took a look around the outside to check if someone was working there, none to be seen, just as I was debating entering the ministers wife, who I know, came out. This saved me from entering seeking burglars and instead finding and chatting to for a while the leaders of this now small congregation.
Having worked there for over 20 years the man has built up a decent congregation, sadly of aged people, most of these have now dropped off and only a handful remain. This is sad as the church grew out of the 1600's puritan revival and started in a barn a hundred yards up the road despite opposition from Charles the first who demanded people attend the parish church. Many were threatened with jail, many fled to the new world, others remained until Charles II allowed them some degree of freedom. A building has stood here for around three hundred years even allowing for half the congregation to leave and begin anew Baptist church over the road. This large building, dim with n lights on when I was in there, is an ideal church building. Pews sit at a circular angle facing the front and having always been well kept it appears old but (apart from heating) is ideal for proper church services. It would be a great shame if such a church were to die after so long a witness. However almost all churches in the town are decent ones, the younger element do not like the style of service, and the minister and his wife at 77 years of age will not be changing that any time soon. All this means appropriate persons have other churches to join and this one suffers now. This rubbish football is more interesting but the result is clear...