Three weeks in Blighty
We just spent three weeks in the UK. The first week was spent at our mission, UFM's, Summer Conference. We've always enjoyed these times - the conference centres are always clean and comfortable and you get catered for - our children used to think they were hotels. In addition you get some preaching and teaching - this time from an old acquaintance from Northern Ireland - and reports from people who serve in amazing places. We always feel like weaklings alongside the folk who paddle their way up the Amazon, or who work in remote parts of Central Asia. We had to do a seminar on preparing for retirement, which was well-received. Ella took us quietly and smoothly up to Caen for the ferry and we stayed overnight near the terminal before taking the early morning crossing. To get to the conference centre we had to use the M25, and it lived up to its promise. The second week was spent with my sisters and a nephew in a holiday cottage in Tenby. This was a straightforward trip down t...
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Some of the church folk find my attitude to the English team quite comical.
I think it's entirely reasonable.
I'm British but I'm not English.
I'd support a British team, but I have no more reason to support England than Ireland or Scotland. Less, in fact - the Scots and Ires are fellow Celts.
Like the French, who also have celtic roots. Apparently that's why they have that funny 'u' sound. It's a celtic sound.
But we Brits are surely the best losers in the world! We train our kids ot be good losers, and it really pays off. Look at Tiger Tim Henman. The man's a hero! He picks himself up, dusts himself off and goes for it time and time again. I hope he never retires!
The gospel, however, will never lose. It knows setbacks and difficulties, but only temporary ones, and they prepare the way for a greater triumph to come.