I joined a Covid protest yesterday, on the basis that its focus would be a possible third national lockdown.
Sadly, that wasn’t the case. The first, overly long, speech concentrated on demonising the Police and weaponising 5G to trigger genes mutated by Covid vaccinations.
I learned that the vaccinations will result in millions of deaths in the UK and that God will protect the unvaccinated.
Fortunately, the many people joining the protest along the route didn’t hear this speech.
There was a huge missed opportunity; the focus should have been on the Government, the actions of those in power and their knee jerk decisions. Not conspiracy theories and religion. But that’s just my view.
… Gainsborough shower. So, I bought a new shower after moving into this house 17 years ago.
After just a couple of years, the first problem arose. A smell. A weird electrical smell. This was soon followed by (since I’d not conclusively identified that the shower was the source of the smell) smoke.
Electrical stuff was fixed (don’t ask me exactly what) and everything was fine.
Regrettably, the shower expired after seven or eight years (from installation). While realising that this was a little early, I bought a replacement internal unit. I even fitted it myself. It wasn’t too painful a process and I even remembered to turn off electricity and water.
And it worked.
Here’s a picture of the shower unit.
I didn’t actually take a picture at the time; this picture was taken so I’d know which coloured wire goes where. Because, yes, the damn thing died last week.
Thinking positively , the replacement unit had lasted a year or two longer than the original. I’m sure that the original, as well as the replacement, should have lasted longer, though.
When the second incarnation of the shower expired prematurely, I had to decide whether to replace the shower’s innards once more, or just replace the whole damn thing.
Yes, I thought it’d be easier to buy the same shower unit again; or at least it’s internal workings.
Fitting took longer than I’d hoped. The compatible unit looked identical to the original, even though it wasn’t.
Hopefully, it’ll last longer than its predecessor. But, if it doesn’t, I’ll just start again.
This has happened because the beginning of life was a long time ago and our sins are now coming between us and God.
Although we’ve been trying to build many kinds of bridges to re-establish contact with God, this hasn’t worked. I’m not exactly sure why we’ve been unable to bridge our sins, but it appears that we simply need to affirm our trust in Jesus Christ.
Should we fail to do this, we will be without Christ and will go to Hell. However, affirming our trust in, and obedience to, Jesus, will enable our entry into Heaven.
Our new spider disappeared the other day. I found myself to be concerned.
However, it transpired that it had traversed the spider continent of our kitchen wall. To seek the protection of Jesus, the guardian of the beer fridge.
That’s him/her, on the left. Just above the lamp. Here …
I love our little house. And I love where we live. Neither are anything special, but for many reasons we’re happy here.
And, now, we could be about to change all of that. We’ve put in an offer on an old chapel in Newcastle.
That was two weeks ago, a quick decision after a viewing. God moves pretty slowly these days, but we’ll hear today (or possibly tomorrow) whether our offer (or one of the other interested parties’) has been accepted.
Last night, after our third visit to the chapel, we experienced our first feelings of doubt. Not about the chapel itself, or the work involved; rather, some thoughts about letting go of what we have now. Most of those (my) doubts related to the location as opposed to the building.
The chapel’s non-standard construction, but it has something about it. And it has lots of potential. It’s in a residential area though. And, by residential, I mean houses, houses and flats. That probably wouldn’t be an issue for most people, it could be a selling point. But.
So, we could have another, more difficult, decision to make this evening. Unless, of course, that decision is taken out of our hands.
