Thursday, July 11, 2013

A Letter from England. It's a BOY.




The Duchess of Cambridge..... it's a BOY.

Here at last. No longer speculation, simply CELEBRATION.

(I wrote this post a week ago so I'll leave it intact.)

Upon his arrival the young prince will be instantly subject to a battery of cameras and flashlights;he will be the most photographed child in history.
As his imbibes his mother's milk his digestive system will be fortifying him to wear the ancient crown of England upon his head and, we must trust, that what is IN that head will equip him for the arduous task of reigning over the British Commonwealth.

On the asset side he has the example of his great grand-parents who have led the monarchy for over sixty years. On the debit side he has the burden of Charles Lack-brain and dizzy Camilla as grand-parents.

Nevertheless, he can take heart that his true grand-mother, Diane, was the Princess of the People and has left him a superb model of how to deport himself among his subjects. 

His portrait will adorn billions of stamps and coins of the realm so let's hope that he shares his mother and father's good looks.
He will have the benefit of being brought up by these devoted parents and also the privilege of being raised in the knowledge of the gospel and the Christian faith of which he will bear the title:
"DEFENDER".

Begin to pray for him now that he has arrived on this benighted planet called EARTH.

It only remains to be announced what the name of the young prince will be. My guess is "JAMES". We have had two King James so far. They came from the House of Stewart. The first gave us the King James Bible, the other had to leave the country in a hurry.

Let's hope that this monarch out shines all the rest.


Jubilate.

Ian

Tuesday, July 9, 2013

A Letter from England.




I felt that this week I should do a mini-series dubbed:
"A letter from England".

I returned home on Sunday to find a Union Jack flag sprouting among the flowers of my mail box. It was Pauline's way of proclaiming to our neighbors, visitors, paper-boys, dog-walkers and any one else, that she was proud to be British.

Andy Murray had won the men's single's title at Wimbledon. 

The message conveyed by this remarkable young man is not only that the state of British Tennis is healthy and well, but also that it is possible to succeed against all odds.

Murray as a child survived a mass shooting in his school at Dunblane in Scotland, weathered the setback of his parent's divorce in his teen age years and struggled forward through the repeated disappointments of "never quite making it" in his goal to win grand-slam events.
When the last shot had been fired in his three set triumph at Wimbledon on Sunday, the whole of Britain from Land's End to John O Groats let out a roar of pent- up emotion and joy.
Murray had triumphed, WE had triumphed, the under-dog had triumphed, and a victory had been recorded for all the millions who simply keep on plodding forward hoping that one day their dream will come true.

Jubilate.  Thank you, Andy. With God all things are possible!


Ian