I turned with all my heart to the Lord my God, and he looked down on my lowliness and had mercy on my youthful ignorance. He guarded me before I knew him, and before I came to wisdom and could distinguish between good and evil, He protected me and consoled me as a father does his son.
HOLY WEEK: Stop All The Clocks
“Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, silence the pianos” The words of Funeral Blues by W H Auden remind me of when my grandfather died. Everything stopped – literally. Curtains were closed, the clock was stopped, the radio Continue reading HOLY WEEK: Stop All The Clocks

