R's rue

You must have heard about the killing of Samuel Paty on Friday in the northern suburbs of Paris, France. Aged 47 he was a teacher of history, geography and personal and social education. He was beheaded by a wicked  eighteen year old nutcase who probably saw himself as an Islamic soldier fighting the good fight on behalf of his religion. It seems that Monsieur Paty had very legitimately devoted some teaching time to considering cartoon depictions of Mohammad and Allah. They were creatively  slid into a citizenship module for pupils to consider and debate. An ignorant Muslim parent, whose daughter was not even present when this lesson happened, launched a social media campaign against Monsieur Paty - even naming him and the school's location. The killer must have encountered this toxic stuff and headed to Conflans-Sainte-Honorine to mete out what he misguidedly saw as revenge. In my way of looking at things, Samuel Paty represented  light, freedom and truth but his cr...

  I had another Covid based run in yesterday morning. This time with a group of seven female joggers It was unpleasant and upsetting And this time I was on the receiving end of their righteous indignation  I was walking on the track or a former railway line with Mary and Dorothy when I heard them far in the distance . A set of joggers in close formation all shouting and laughing.  Their ages ranged from 30 s to 60 s As they neared me I put Dorothy back on the lead and moved to one side to let them pass which they did . But then they stopped filling the track as they gasped and talked and laughed all within inches of each other .  I called out a sharp “ Excuse me !”  and they moved to one side to let me pass but not before one of the women, buoyed up by numbers called out in a stage whisper  “ Some People Are miserable,” “ I’m not miserable but angry” I told them, whirling around  “ You block the trail, are not social distancing , ar...

 i miss church in person hugging  every soul looking  for jesus and a mornin full of praise you made it another day i dream of sunday lunch with the neighbors at Red Lobster cheddar biscuits and more evangelizing before that  became a bad word we can't discuss without starting wars these days it seems i should get off the soapbox before I start one lively debate and banter an art form long gone I'm afraid from R's rue https://ift.tt/3j5vm4P

 falling for you sixty and shining leaves caressing my shorn locks and for awhile I'm awash in the purity of God  and His creation The dew cleanses the dirt of sin and I'm grateful because the reminder of grace is knocking at the door  of my heart you must  be near dear Lord because  I'm surrendering The key from R's rue https://ift.tt/31ggkmy

As regular visitors to this humble Yorkshire blog will recall, I am going to be a grandfather for the first time very early in the new year. I have already bought a couple of granddad outfits including a beige cardigan with leather elbow pads, braces, a flat cap, brogues and gold-rimmed  John Lennon glasses. I am also growing a paintbrush moustache which I plan to dye silvery white. There are lots of things one needs to do before a new arrival in the family. Another thing I have done is to write a story for the baby. Let me share it with you:- ⺳⺳⺳⺳⺳⺳⺳⺳⺳⺳⺳⺳⺳⺳⺳⺳⺳⺳⺳⺳⺳ O nce upon a time there was a lovely world. It looked rather like our world but it was different in lots of ways. In that lovely world nobody needed to wear horrid face masks because the air was not filled with the scent of death. In supermarkets, people would mingle happily, gaily filling their trolleys with all manner of nice things to eat - pineapples, sausages, cans of soup, chocolate ice cream and kale. There...