Well, it was Palm Sunday and the festival began with a donkey, or apparently 'yuddut' in dialect, to represent the
'unbroken colt, the foal of a donkey' that Jesus rode into Jerusalem. There was a good turn out as you can see, waving palm branches (pampas fronds) and walking on those thrown on the ground (yew branches from the churchyard).Can you see HoF providing musical accompaniment? And can you see children? Wow! I feel like the child-catcher in Chitty Chitty Bang Bang - someone catch them quick before they run away. There seemed to be quite a goodly number in the Sunday school that day.
It was also the first occasion, in our time anyway, when Methodists and Anglicans joined together. Service in one building, coffee in another. HoF had a good chat with our visiting preacher for the day, and was encouraged by his faith and that he is part of the selection panel for our next rector.
Our weekly prayer meeting continues to be the highlight of our days. I can hardly believe I'm writing that. It may be the reason why we seem to be on the receiving end of some brickbats too. Don't imagine that retirement is a time for cruising through life, it doesn't seem to be like that.
2 comments:
Like the Pictures Viv.
Hello Viv...I am particularly enjoying your blog because I, too, am a Grandma of 5...and my husband is currently tearing into part of our house to create a third guest room for our Bed and Breakfast in Hill City, in the Central Black Hills of South Dakota, near Mount Rushmore. Your pictures of 'gutting' look all too familiar. :-) Your poem was so fitting. Believe it or not, I write poetry also! I very much enjoyed reading about the Palm Sunday festivities. We just started our blogger spot, on our website. Blessings to you...Linda
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