This is recent call I received. I kid you not!
"Am I speaking to Ann C.......?"
"Yes, may I ask whose calling?"
"This is Choice Catalogue, how are you?"
"How am I?"
"Yes, how are you?
"Ummm - I'm OK - what are you calling me for?"
"Before I can tell you that I just need you to confirm your postcode so that I know I'm talking to the right person"
"But you are calling me.. why do I need to prove who I am when your the one that's calling ?"
"Because you could be anyone.."
"But you just called me!"
"Yes"
"And this is the number you have taken from my account details which you have there ?"
"Yes"
" O.K. so you called and asked for me by name and I confirmed that it was me ?"
" Yes that's right "
"And asked if I was OK. ?
"Yes "
"And now I have to prove who I am to you before you can go ahead and try to sell me what exactly ?"
" I'm afraid I can't discuss that with you unless I can confirm who I'm talking to.........."
You couldn't make this up if you tried.......
Thursday, 24 July 2014
SALES TRAINING - WHAT NOT TO DO!
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Sales
Monday, 21 July 2014
BROTHER, SISTER, LET ME SERVE YOU
We sang this in Church yesterday and I absolutely love it. This is who I aspire to be, but have been known to sometimes fall abysmally short! If only we could all be this way think what a wonderful place this world would be.
Brother, sister, let me serve you,
let me be as Christ to you;
pray that I may have the grace to
let you be my servant too.
let me be as Christ to you;
pray that I may have the grace to
let you be my servant too.
We are pilgrims on a journey,
and companions on the road;
we are here to help each other
walk the mile and bear the load.
and companions on the road;
we are here to help each other
walk the mile and bear the load.
I will hold the Christ-light for you
in the night-time of your fear;
I will hold my hand out to you,
speak the peace you long to hear.
in the night-time of your fear;
I will hold my hand out to you,
speak the peace you long to hear.
I will weep when you are weeping;
when you laugh I’ll laugh with you;
I will share your joy and sorrow
till we’ve seen this journey through.
when you laugh I’ll laugh with you;
I will share your joy and sorrow
till we’ve seen this journey through.
When we sing to God in heaven
we shall find such harmony,
born of all we’ve known together
of Christ’s love and agony.
we shall find such harmony,
born of all we’ve known together
of Christ’s love and agony.
Brother, sister, let me serve you,
let me be as Christ to you;
pray that I may have the grace to
let you be my servant too.
let me be as Christ to you;
pray that I may have the grace to
let you be my servant too.
Before I could explain the problem this person started off by saying "type in your 4 digit pin, etc. etc." I tried to stop her at this stage to say that not only was my pin 5 digits long, but by this stage I was actually locked out of everything. She was obviously reading from a script and couldn't deviate long enough to listen to me.
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pin number
Saturday, 21 June 2014
LOVE THIS CHINESE DOCTOR!
Q: Doctor, I've heard that cardiovascular exercise can
prolong life. Is this true?
A: Heart only good for so many beats, and that it... Don't waste on exercise. Everything wear out eventually. Speeding up heart not make you live longer; it like saying you extend life of car by driving faster. Want to live longer? Take nap.
Q: Should I reduce my alcohol intake?
A: Oh no. Wine made from fruit. Brandy distilled wine, that mean they take water out of fruity bit so you get even more of goodness that way. Beer also made of grain. Bottom up!
Q: How can I calculate my body/fat ratio?
A: Well, if you have body and you have fat, your ratio one to one. If you have two body, your ratio two to one.
Q: What are some of the advantages of participating in a regular exercise program?
A: Can't think of single one, sorry. My philosophy: No pain...good!
Q: Aren't fried foods bad for you?
A: YOU NOT LISTENING! Food fried in vegetable oil. How getting more vegetable be bad?
Q : Will sit-ups help prevent me from getting a little soft around the middle?
A: Oh no! When you exercise muscle, it get bigger. You should only be doing sit-up if you want bigger stomach.
Q: Is chocolate bad for me?
A: You crazy?!? HEL-LO-O!! Cocoa bean! Another vegetable! It best feel-good food around!
Q: Is swimming good for your figure?
A: If swimming good for figure, explain whale to me.
Q: Is getting in shape important for my lifestyle?
A: Hey! 'Round' is shape!
Well... I hope this has cleared up any misconceptions you may have had about food and diets.
And remember:
Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well-preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways - Chardonnay in one hand - chocolate in the other - body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming "WOO-HOO, what a ride!!"
AND.....
For those of you who watch what you eat, here's the final word on nutrition and health. It's a relief to know the truth after all those conflicting nutritional studies.
1. The Japanese eat very little fat and suffer fewer heart attacks than Australians.
2. The Mexicans eat a lot of fat and suffer fewer heart attacks than Australians.
3. The Chinese drink very little red wine and suffer fewer heart attacks than Australians.
4. The Italians drink a lot of red wine and suffer fewer heart attacks than Australians...
5. The Germans drink a lot of beer and eat lots of sausages and fats and suffer fewer heart attacks than Australians.
CONCLUSION: Eat and drink what you like. Speaking English is apparently what kills you.
A: Heart only good for so many beats, and that it... Don't waste on exercise. Everything wear out eventually. Speeding up heart not make you live longer; it like saying you extend life of car by driving faster. Want to live longer? Take nap.
Q: Should I reduce my alcohol intake?
A: Oh no. Wine made from fruit. Brandy distilled wine, that mean they take water out of fruity bit so you get even more of goodness that way. Beer also made of grain. Bottom up!
Q: How can I calculate my body/fat ratio?
A: Well, if you have body and you have fat, your ratio one to one. If you have two body, your ratio two to one.
Q: What are some of the advantages of participating in a regular exercise program?
A: Can't think of single one, sorry. My philosophy: No pain...good!
Q: Aren't fried foods bad for you?
A: YOU NOT LISTENING! Food fried in vegetable oil. How getting more vegetable be bad?
Q : Will sit-ups help prevent me from getting a little soft around the middle?
A: Oh no! When you exercise muscle, it get bigger. You should only be doing sit-up if you want bigger stomach.
Q: Is chocolate bad for me?
A: You crazy?!? HEL-LO-O!! Cocoa bean! Another vegetable! It best feel-good food around!
Q: Is swimming good for your figure?
A: If swimming good for figure, explain whale to me.
Q: Is getting in shape important for my lifestyle?
A: Hey! 'Round' is shape!
Well... I hope this has cleared up any misconceptions you may have had about food and diets.
And remember:
Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well-preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways - Chardonnay in one hand - chocolate in the other - body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming "WOO-HOO, what a ride!!"
AND.....
For those of you who watch what you eat, here's the final word on nutrition and health. It's a relief to know the truth after all those conflicting nutritional studies.
1. The Japanese eat very little fat and suffer fewer heart attacks than Australians.
2. The Mexicans eat a lot of fat and suffer fewer heart attacks than Australians.
3. The Chinese drink very little red wine and suffer fewer heart attacks than Australians.
4. The Italians drink a lot of red wine and suffer fewer heart attacks than Australians...
5. The Germans drink a lot of beer and eat lots of sausages and fats and suffer fewer heart attacks than Australians.
CONCLUSION: Eat and drink what you like. Speaking English is apparently what kills you.
Thursday, 12 June 2014
HERE'S A BIT OF FUN
Homographs
are words of like spelling but with more than one meaning.
A homograph that is also pronounced differently is
a heteronym.
1) The bandage was wound around the wound
2) The farm was used to produce produce
3) The dump was so full that it had to refuse more refuse.
4) We must polish the Polish furniture
5) He could lead if he would
get the lead out
6) The soldier decided to desert his dessert in
the desert
7) Since there is no time like the present, he
thought it was time to present the present
8) A bass was painted on the
head of the bass drum
9) When shot at, the dove dove into the bushes.
10) I did not object to the object
11) The insurance was invalid for the invalid
12) There was a row among
the oarsmen about how to row
13) They were too close to the door to close it
14) The buck does funny things when
the does are present
15) A seamstress and a sewer fell down into
a sewer line
16) To help with planting, the farmer taught his sow to sow
17) The wind was too
strong to wind the sail.
18) Upon seeing the tear in the painting I
shed a tear
19) I had to subject the subject to a series
of tests.
20) How can I intimate this to my most intimate friend?
Let's face it - English is a crazy language. There is no egg in eggplant, nor ham in hamburger; neither apple nor pine in pineapple. English muffins weren't invented in England or French fries in France. Sweetmeats are candies while sweetbreads, which aren't sweet, are animal organs. We take English for granted. But if we explore its paradoxes, we find that quicksand can work slowly, boxing rings are square and a guinea pig is neither from Guinea nor is it a pig.
Let's face it - English is a crazy language. There is no egg in eggplant, nor ham in hamburger; neither apple nor pine in pineapple. English muffins weren't invented in England or French fries in France. Sweetmeats are candies while sweetbreads, which aren't sweet, are animal organs. We take English for granted. But if we explore its paradoxes, we find that quicksand can work slowly, boxing rings are square and a guinea pig is neither from Guinea nor is it a pig.
And why is it that writers write but fingers don't
fing, grocers don't groce and hammers don't ham? If the plural of tooth
is teeth, why isn't the plural of booth, beeth? One goose, 2 geese.
So one moose, 2 meese? One index, 2 indices? Doesn't it seem crazy that
you can make amends but not one amend? If you have a bunch of odds and
ends and get rid of all but one of them, what do you call it?
If teachers taught, why didn't preachers praught? If a
vegetarian eats vegetables, what does a humanitarian eat? Sometimes I
think all the English speakers should be committed to an asylum for
the verbally insane. In what language do people recite at a play
and play at a recital? Ship by truck and send cargo by ship? Have noses
that run and feet that smell?
How can a slim chance and a fat chance be the same, while a wise man and a wise guy are opposites? You have to marvel at the unique lunacy of a language in which your house can burn up as it burns down, in which you fill in a form by filling it out, and in which an alarm goes off by going on.
How can a slim chance and a fat chance be the same, while a wise man and a wise guy are opposites? You have to marvel at the unique lunacy of a language in which your house can burn up as it burns down, in which you fill in a form by filling it out, and in which an alarm goes off by going on.
English was invented by people, not computers, and it
reflects the creativity of the human race, which, of course, is not a
race at all. That is why, when the stars are out, they are visible,
but when the lights are out, they are invisible.
PS. - Why doesn't 'Buick' rhyme with 'quick'?
Monday, 9 June 2014
HERE IS GOOD
To continue, post six and the last of the series. If you have read the previous five posts I have described how I had a “spiritual awakening”, how that affected me and what happened as the result of it.
After the initial impact I had three months of what I can only describe as absolute blissful peace. We still had major emotional and financial problems but nothing seemed to touch me. Could this have been what is known as "Grace of God?” I don’t know, but it felt good.
Unfortunately it didn’t last forever, but by this time I had the means of dealing with my situation. It was, to say the least, a very exciting time with many unexplained things happening, one of which was that Davy and I had become concerned about our very dear friend Steve who was becoming fascinated with some of the fringe "ism" groups. I had “coincidentally” recently bought a book on “cults & isms”. We decided to give this to him and his wife, along with my cherished Bible.
Giving my Bible away was a great wrench for me but we figured that their need was greater than ours. When we arrived home that evening, lo and behold, there was a parcel on our door step. In it was a wedding present from two of the ladies at the church. A Bible! Another "coincidence"!?
The upshot of this is that our friends became Christians soon after attending our wedding at Millmead and Steve then went on to become a great charismatic influencer with a tremendous gift for service.
Fast forward four years. Many, many other unexplainable things happened, however, these stories are not about me and, therefore, not mine to tell. The bottom line is that my time at Millmead was about to come to an end. Davy’s mother was terminally ill with cancer and we decided to move to Lincolnshire so that we could be near her in her final days.
The downside of leaving such an inspirational church is that other churches, particularly the few I tried in rural Lincolnshire, felt like spiritual desserts. I came out feeling worse than when I went in so I spent next 26 years doing my own thing! And, I might add, not very successfully!
A couple of years ago I started getting agitated about this and set off to look for an Alpha Course. Unfortunately I had just missed one, and was introduced to some of the people that had been on it. I asked if there were any “lively” churches in the area and was recommended three, St George’s in Stamford, the Community Church in Peterborough and Holy Trinity in Boston.
I tried St George’s and loved it, but it’s about 30 miles from where I live and felt the need to find a church more local to me so I tried Holy Trinity which is only 10 miles away.
It was Mothering Sunday and as soon as I walked in I felt that I belonged. During the service Simon, the minister, asked the young people to come to the front and collect potted primroses for their mothers. I found this simple act of love profoundly touching and when a young man gave me one too I nearly fell apart! I hadn't expected that. In fact I cried. If the truth be told I’m just an emotion wreck hiding under a gruff exterior, but please keep that to yourself.
The mystery is - why did I start agitating to find a church at that particular time? All I can say is that it’s been a particularly difficult year and I believe that I was guided to solid ground to help me to deal with more of life's "challenges"! J I feel safe now. In the bosom of a caring community, learning, one day at a time, how to live a richly fulfilling spiritual life.
Well, that’s my story from there to here and I must say that, one day at a time, here is good.
.
Labels:
Bible,
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Monday, 2 June 2014
JACKIE PULLINGER AND ALL THAT GOOD STUFF
Continuing on from the amazing occurrences I
described in my previous four posts documenting my progression from atheism to
Christianity, I rushed home and said to Davy “I know what’s wrong with this
house! My bible is in the loft. Can you get it down please?”
As I told Davy what had happened I randomly opened the bible and,
glancing down to read Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on
your own understanding. Wow! This totally freaked us
out.
Next day Davy had to go to the
Builders Merchants and while he was in there I wandered into a Christian Book
shop nearby. While I waited for him in the pickup I randomly opened each of the
three books I had bought and, believe it or not, the first page I turned to in
each book contained this same bible verse.
I was just knocked out - but that wasn’t to be the end. As I put the last book down I looked up and
there was the same verse on a church notice board nearby. I just flung my arms in the air and said “OK,
I get the message”.
Now what? I immediately felt a great peace “which transcends all
understanding”. We
had a multitude of emotional and financial problems, but suddenly I felt very
calm about everything. Where did that
come from?
The next day I started fretting about Pentecost,
what was it and when did it happen? I asked Bridie. She asked why
I wanted to know, but I had no idea. I
was totally unprepared for the answer she gave me “Did you know that this
Sunday is Pentecost?” I had no idea!
This was all too strange. And as an aside, I have just realized that I am
writing this the week before Pentecost!
I then found myself wondering where I should go
with my newly found faith? I was sure that I needed to go to church but
wanted to go somewhere where I could be nurtured and developed. I didn’t want anywhere too stuffy, but
neither did I want to end up with what I called “over the top nutters”. I was cautious.
I told Bridie about my bible verse
being in the books etc and she recommend that I read The Hiding Place by Corrie
Ten Boon.
This was the book that had turned her around.
She had also recently bought a book called
“Chasing the Dragon” by Jackie
Pullinger a young Christian who had gone to Hong Kong to work among drug
addicts, helping them come off herion without withdrawals and “coincidentally”
Davy had been trying to help a young addict that worked for him. One day Bridie ‘phoned me and said “guess
what, Jackie Pullinger is over here and speaking at a local school this
evening, shall we go and take John with us?
We discussed our plan with John and
he agreed that we should go and see her.
After her talk she prayed with him and I told her that I was fascinated
by her story. We had a chat and she said
that if I wanted I could catch up with her again the following evening at a
place called Millmead in Guildford where she was speaking again.
When I rocked up at Millmead I thought
“Oh no, a Baptist Church”! I nearly
turned around and went home, but was still keen to talk some more with Jackie
so I went in. You can tell that I am not
at all bigoted or biased! J
Against all my better instincts I
did go into the Church and immediately knew that I was in the right place. I later found out that the Church had been
developed by a renowned preacher and biblical scholar David Pawson. He had moved on from Millmead the year
before, but the legacy that he left behind was just what I needed.
I eventually had full emersion
baptism in that Church and in 1983 Davy and I were married there by Justin
Dennison, another inspirational preacher who taught me so much.
If you remember my path had taken me
from Sunday School, to sitting along in Churches as a child, to reading the
Catherine Marshall book that suddenly appeared in my home. It wasn’t until
later that I realized perhaps my real conversion had started with the 12th
Step of Alcoholics Anonymous. I was, and
still am, a member of Al-Anon, a fellowship for families and friends of
alcoholics. We follow the same 12th step
programme of AA.
The fist 100 members of AA decided
to help suffering alcoholics by analysing the steps they had taken to recover
and sustain their recovery from alcoholism.
The 12th step is “Having
had a spiritual awakening as the result of these steps ….” BOOM – it suddenly
dawned on me that I had followed these steps to the best of my ability for 16
years and slowly my mind had been opened to the possibility of there being a
Higher Power who I eventually came to called God. When the time was right he
led me to him. Just as it said on the
tin “having had a spiritual awakening as
the result of these steps”
And what happened to John? He did
come off of heroin without withdrawals and stayed clean for several
months. Unfortunately the lure of the
drug pulled him back into addiction again from which he eventually died. It was so tragic because he had a little
girl, twin boys and a lovely wife.
Unfortunately he didn’t see the need to seek the ongoing help of other
recovering addicts through the NA 12 step programme.
It’s a hard lesson, but to see others fail can reinforce the need for
recovery.
To be continued……..
Oh, and another thing, I would
urge you to click on the Jackie Pullinger link to hear her story. She is an absolute nut, but if only I was
half the person that she is I would die happy
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pentecost
Tuesday, 27 May 2014
TRUST IN THE LORD
This is the fourth in my series of posts about my
complete spiritual about turn. Before I start I should have explained in my
last post that when Jean’s husband told their story he gave permission to
retell it if I felt it was appropriate because it is a story of hope for
recovery.
On with the story then, the next thing that happened
was I received a ‘phone call from Bridie, who I spoke of in my last post. She was very excited and said she had
something to tell me. Because she is
such an upbeat, entertaining character my normal reaction would have been to chill
out and have a coffee with her, but something held me back. I made an excuse not to go.
She rang again the next day, same reaction! I didn’t
want to go and made another excuse. She
then rang for a third time and as I was about to make my usual excuse when I
found myself saying, “OK, I’ll come over now”.
I thought, “why did I do that?”
For some reason I didn’t want to know what she had to say.
As I explained, Bridie has a strong belief in God,
the power of prayer and an unshakable conviction that love overcomes all. And,
to be fair, I had seen this at work in her life many, many times. She is, if
you like, a Mother Theresa/Desmond Tutu of her patch.
At this point I would like to add a disclaimer. Memory can be faulty but what I am about to recount
is, to the best of my recollection, what happened.
This is what she told me. Her immensely spiritual brother ‘phoned from
Ireland to say that he had been suffering from insomnia caused by vivid dreams
waking him in the night. He ran this by
his parish priest who suggested that it might help him to get back to sleep if
he wrote them down.
It seemed that he had been receiving a message citing
the urgency of a world day of prayer for peace to avoid the inevitability of
dire consequences. I kid you not! At
this point I wanted to bale out! This was mad, but politeness made me stay and
anyway I hadn’t finished my coffee.
The parish priest then recommended he take the
“message” to the Bishop in Belfast, which he did, who said he should get the
message to the Archbishop of Westminster.
“And so Bridie, I want to get this message to him”!
I felt myself going cold as Bridie starting huffing
about “how ridiculous, how on earth could I do that? Where would I start”. I said, “Bridie, I’m sure Jean has met
him”. Jean moved in rarified circles!
I called Jean saying that we would like to visit
because we had something to run by her. She
graciously agreed and said that now would be a very good time as she had her
sister visiting from the States and they were just about to sit down to English
“Afternoon Tea” and would be delighted
to have us join them.
Half an hour later saw us sitting down in Jean’s elegant
drawing room, drinking tea from china cups, eating warm scones and relaying our
odd story. When we had finish Jean said
“Well
ladies, thank you very much for sharing this wonderful story with us. Now, what I am about to tell you will knock
your socks off!
This
year has been designated “The Year of the Family” and next week I have been invited
to speak at Central Hall, Westminster on the effects of alcoholism on the family. Present at this meeting will be church leaders, including the Archbishop of Westminster . So give me your message and not only will I passed
it on to him, I’ll also give it to all the other leaders.”
To say I was stunned is an understatement. All I could blurt out was“I don’t believe this, it’s
madness”. Jean’s sister then looked deep into my eyes and said “Ann, why don’t
you just trust in the Lord and all
these things shall be added unto you.” I looked right back into her eyes and said “I
will” - BOOM!
My best inadequate explanation of what happened to me was that
something inside me changed. The real explanation was that I had been filled with the Holy Spirit. And if you are a non-believer, as I was, it's hard to take isn't it? But hey, this is my experience so deal with it.
It was the beginning an amazing journey.
Before I close today, I would like to add that Jean’s
sister was speaking from her heart and seems to have (deliberately or mistakenly?) mixed two bible quotes “Trust in the Lord……” that appears
several times in the bible and another quote from the American Standard Version
“But seek ye first his kingdom, and his righteousness; and all these things shall be added unto you”. I'm happy to be corrected on this point. Discussion and/or education is good.
Whatever! It was like an arrow straight into my soul.
"If
your vision doesn't scare you, then both your vision and your God are too
small."
- Brother Andrew
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Westerminster
Saturday, 24 May 2014
LET HIS-STORY BEGIN
This is
my third post in a series, and to get the gist of what on earth I am talking
about, best read the previous two posts (if you have the inclination and/or the
stamina!)
One
thing I have so far failed to mention was an event that happened towards the
end of my first marriage. My friend and
I had been going through really tough times.
This particular weekend she and her two children were staying with me
and the girls.
Neither
of us had ever gone to church as adults, but this particular morning we were
both amazed to discover that we had independently woken up with the thought “we
should go to church today”. We did, we
loved it, but we didn’t go back again.
Another example of a missed opportunity!
The next
significant event was that at the age of 16 my eldest daughter had been involved in
a very serious motor cycle accident.
When she was taken to the hospital she was in a very poorly state. The surgeon and his team operated on her lower
body and legs for 8 hours all through the night. During that operation I kept taking myself
off to a quiet area (the loo to be exact!) to meditate and will whatever power
there was to get her through this.
After
the operation the surgeon came to us and said that she would probably never
walk again but, thanks to the team of experts that had responded to the call,
she would more than likely survive. I
will never forget his next words. “To
call in a team of eight experts during the night, at short notice and for them all to respond
is an unprecedented miracle.
Without the whole team being available she would not have survived.”
All her
leg and pelvic bones had been fractured, broken or shattered. In fact one of her thigh bones had been
broken in 9 places. She was in hospital
for 6 months where they gave her pain killers and sedatives. She said that they weren’t going to make a
junky out of her and hid the pills under her tongue until she could spit them
out. She used to hand me a tissue full
of pills every day.
And when
she was finally allowed home she was just as stroppy as she had been before the
accident. Davy said the fact that her
spirit had not been broken had been the real miracle! She was still in massive
pain and in a wheelchair but Davy said she would walk again and with his
encouragement and her determination little by little she did. She has one leg 2” shorter than the other and
a slight limp, but apart from that you wouldn’t know that she had been through
that trauma.
Fast track,
it’s now 1979 and Davy, by the Grace of God and the power of AA, had not had a
drink for 5 years but life was not all plain sailing. We had just gone into a recession. It may be
a little known fact that in a recession the building trade is the first to go
and the first to recover. Davy was a
small builder and three jobs that he had scheduled to start were cancelled.
As my elderly
mother, two daughters and two foster children were living with us we had
responsibilities and money was hard to come by.
One morning, in desperation, Davy went down on his knees and begged God
to send him work. With that the
telephone rang. One of the bosses from the
local plumbing shop wanted an extension built!
Amazing. But I still didn’t “get it".
Our two
foster children had been, and were still were, going through very traumatic times and
my good friend Bridie thought it might help them if we took them to a healing
service at the local interdenominational church. So off we all trot.
After
the service we were invited to step into an area set aside behind the alter
where a priest was going to pray with the children. A nun stood behind the
little girl and while we all looked on the priest laid hands on her. She began to sag and the nun gently assisted
her to the ground where the priest, knelling beside her, began to pray. When
the priest finished praying she stood up as though nothing had
happened.
It was now
the turn of her brother. The same thing happened
– the priest placed laid hands on him, he sagged, the nun caught him, the priest
prayed and then he got up as though nothing had happened.
Weird or
what? And do you know the weirdest thing was that none of us thought it weird, not even the children! Bridie said they were “resting in the spirit”! Oh, well that’s alright then! They are now adults with children of their
own and, considering what they went through, have turned out to be wonderful
parents.
I had
formed another terrific friendship with an elderly American AA lady called Jean who was the wife of a
bigwig in the oil industry. One night he
was at rock bottom to know what to do about his lovely wife who could not stop
drinking. She was causing all sorts of
problems and embarrassments with his staff and he had finally had enough. He went down on his knees and prayed “Lord I
don’t know what to do for her any more, she is in your hands now”.
She was
in another part of the massive penthouse suite they shared but she “felt” him
do this. She loved and needed him but “feeling” his detachment terrified her so
she went and begged him to take her to hospital because she wanted to stop drinking. He did, she got sober, joined AA, he joined
Al-Anon and the rest, as they say, is history. Incidentally, she used to call
her story “HIS STORY”, because she loved Jesus.
She had
a very vibrant personality and when in a tricky situation would ask herself “what
would Jesus do?” I was very attracted to
her spiritual and simplistic approach to God .
But why
am I telling you all this? I am paving the way, setting the scene if you like,
for what happened next.
Thursday, 22 May 2014
THE EARLY YEARS
My challenge now is – where do I start with this
strange story of conversion? I guess I
should KISS (keep is simple stupid) and start at the beginning. So - this is
the path that I walked from there to here.
My parents were not “religious” but nevertheless sent
me to Sunday School when I was small and then at the age of 7 I was enrolled
into a Convent School where we had a half hour bible reading
every morning + a weekly Mass. I was
especially entranced with the stories of Jesus, who seemed to step out of the
“norm” by befriending sinners and being critisised for doing miracles on the
Sabbath. I hadn’t got a clue what that meant, but it seemed to me to be a very
curious and “different” thing to do. I
also like the chanted Latin Mass. It
made by feel “funny” inside.
This was the extent of my young spiritual life apart
from my weird liking for Churches. I
would sometimes take myself off to a service, but was distracted by the talking
and singing and preferred to simply sit in an empty Church and soak up “something”
that I couldn’t explain.
Let me fast track you through until I was in my
early 30’s. I married, had 2 children,
divorced and met my second husband Davy (boom, boom). He was an alcoholic and 18 months into our
relationship he joined AA and I joined Al-Anon.
I found the Al-anon programme enlightening,
especially the bit about believing in a “Higher Power”. Despite my innate “spirituality” I had always
struggled with the idea of God. It was
too fantastical, but this “Higher Power” concept was something that I could
cling on too. Why? Don’t ask me!
I have no idea!
I grew in the programme, met some wonderful people and
worked the 12
steps to the best of my ability. I should probably explain that the 12
steps were written by the first 100 members of AA as part of the “AA Big Book”,
who thought that it was essential to write down how they had become and
remained sober.
Davy and I made good friends, went bowling with them
on a Saturday night, had BBQ’s, visited each other’s houses, had “pot luck”
dinners and, compared to the chaos of active alcoholism,
life was brilliant.
One day a very close American friend of mine
recommended that I read “A
Man Called Peter” a book written by Catherine Marshall. It was the true
story of her husband Peter Marshall a young Scot who emigrated to America and
told the story of how he had followed God's
leading, all the way to the chaplaincy of the U.S. Senate. My private response was, “No thank
you, I have no interest in reading Christian books”.
HOWEVER, a couple of years after my friend returned
home to America I found this very same book on my mantelpiece! Where it had come from I never did find out,
but I read it. It’s a very tender and perceptive
account of her husband's love for life, for her, and for God. It moved me, but, as they say, at that time,
didn’t float my boat!
Another book that was doing the rounds in the
fellowship was “Mr God, This is Anna”. Another
profoundly moving book but this time I felt that Anna’s God felt more like the
God of my understanding. I was convinced
that He loved dancing and joy. Not the boring old stuffy things I had witnessed
in Church.
My perception of God was gradually shifting from
being a dyed in the wool atheist to a “maybe there IS something in this”. This morning I read this. “ Too often we try to use God to
change our circumstance, when God is trying to use our circumstance to change
us.” This certainly seemed to be
the case with me, but I still had a ways to go.
Stubborn, or what!?
Tuesday, 20 May 2014
NEW BEGINNINGS
OK, I’ve
decided to “come out”. I go to
Church. In other words, I’m a
Christian. Why? Now that’s a long story,
so let me begin at the end and then go back to the beginning. You might know that I’ve never been
conventional!
Here we go
then. I have been banging on at Church about
the amazing things that God is doing in peoples’ lives, and asking why we hardly
ever speak about them? Testimonial is powerful, personal and irrefutable, but
we are English – stiff upper lip and all that. Testimonial might be a bit too
emotional and we aren’t good at showing emotions!
This week we
had a guest speaker at our Church, Holy
Trinity in Boston. His name is Pete Atkins and he is director of
Ground Level and president
of Churches Together in all Lincolnshire. Our Vicar, Simon, asked him base his talk on
“God can do new things”.
He told us a
little about himself and although I don’t have the memory to retell his talk
verbatim part of story was about paths that don’t exist! The gist of it was that he loves to Prayer
Walk. This is, exactly as it says on the
tin, praying while walking!
As he prefers
to concentrate on prayer and doesn’t want to be distracted by new sights and
sounds, he tends to walk the same paths all the time.
On one of his
regular walks he was astounded to a notice a new pathway cutting straight
across the field. There were no details of it on his map, no footpath sign, not
even footprints, ruts or weeds. Nothing!
Just a pristine path leading straight into the woods beyond!.
On later
investigation he discovered that a fox had began walking the route, trailing
his tail behind, brushing the path clean of footprints. No mystery there then!
A few weeks
later he was on another of his regular walks and low and behold, another path
he hadn’t noticed! Another fox? Again, this path was not on the map, BUT this
time it WAS signposted so it was a regular path, straight across the fields and
into the woods beyond.
This got him
thinking. How had he managed to miss
this before? He spoke to a friend about
it and they took another look. His
friend, who was also a regular walker along this route, had never noticed it
before either and swore that it was impossible for him not to have seen it and
wondered why it was signposted but wasn’t on the map? Now this was a mystery.
He then went
on to explain how this thinking about “new paths” had led him personally in a
new direction. This led into his talk about God doing new things and one of the
things he spoke about was that he had a sense someone that there was someone in
the Church who was either a writer or a journalist who should be doing “new
things” with perhaps digital media or a
magazine.
After the
service I told him that I had written a blog for years, but had recently “dried
up”. After hearing him speak I was wondering
if I should tell the story of how I became a Christian and what happened
then.
So to cut a
long story short, this is where I am now and in future blogs I will fill in the
gaps from there to here.
In the
meantime I’ll leave you with this thought. Every day I read Nikki Gumbels' “The Bible
in One year”. Yesterday he quoted two very different
individuals:
Russell
Brand (the English comedian,
actor, columnist, singer, author and presenter) who said, ‘Laughter is
addictive because of the inevitability of death. It gives us a temporary escape
– for the moment it stops the fear of the inevitability of death.’
and
Mother
Teresa who was asked shortly
before her death, ‘Are you afraid of dying?’ She said, ‘How can I be? Dying is
going home to God. I have never been afraid. No, on the contrary,’ she said, ‘I
am really looking forward to it!’
Two very
influential and charismatic characters who, you would think, don’t belong on
the same planet, let alone the same page!
Russell Brand is quite right of course, but wouldn’t it be great if we
could all have the same conviction as Mother Teresa? I know that I do.
And as an
aside - Nikki Gumbel - here is a very clued up and interesting man. His church group in west London, Holy
Trinity in Brompton Road, has (if
memory services me right) a congregation of 1500, 11 services a day, attended
predominately by young adults! That’s
unusual isn’t it? He took over the
running of Alpha Courses in 1990 which now take place worldwide. We live in exciting times.
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Holy Trinity,
Nikki Gumbel
Friday, 21 March 2014
SOMETIMES IT DOES TAKE A ROCKET SCIENTIST!!
Purported to be a true story.....
Scientists at Rolls Royce built a gun specifically to launch dead chickens at the windshields of airliners and military jets all travelling at maximum velocity.
The idea is to simulate the frequent incidents of collisions with airborne fowl to test the strength of the windshields. Engineers from "across the water" heard about the gun and were eager to test it on the windshields of their new high speed trains. Arrangements were made, and a gun was sent to them.
Scientists at Rolls Royce built a gun specifically to launch dead chickens at the windshields of airliners and military jets all travelling at maximum velocity.
The idea is to simulate the frequent incidents of collisions with airborne fowl to test the strength of the windshields. Engineers from "across the water" heard about the gun and were eager to test it on the windshields of their new high speed trains. Arrangements were made, and a gun was sent to them.
When the gun was fired,
the engineers stood shocked as the chicken shot out of the barrel, crashed into
the shatterproof shield, smashed it to smithereens, blasted through the control
console, snapped the engineer's back-rest in two and embedded itself in
the back wall of the cabin like an arrow shot from a bow..
The horrified engineers sent Rolls Royce the disastrous results of the experiment, along with the designs of the windshield and begged the British scientists for suggestions.
You're going to love this......
Rolls Royce responded with a one-line memo:
The horrified engineers sent Rolls Royce the disastrous results of the experiment, along with the designs of the windshield and begged the British scientists for suggestions.
You're going to love this......
Rolls Royce responded with a one-line memo:
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Rolls Royce
Tuesday, 18 March 2014
MY FINAL COMMENT ON THE BUSINESS
My colleague asked me to write about the first 25 years of the business, which I did. This submission was immediately rejected! I had to re-do it but I hate to waste such effort so I am subjecting you'll to it this rejected version.
Question: WHAT TWO
THINGS DO WE HAVE IN COMMON WITH THE WWW?
Answer: 1.
WE ARE BOTH CELEBRATING OUR 25TH
2. WE WERE, I BELIEVE,
TOTALLY UNIQUE IN THE WORLD
OUR STORY
1989 Infotel
began life as a “slow burn” idea one Sunday afternoon in 1989. I had a 3 to 4 day contract to fulfil in
London and was contemplating the commute from Lincolnshire , wondering if it
would be better to stay in London.
Whilst wondering where to stay and mulling over the stupidity of the fact
it wasn’t possible to ring a central reference point for hotels throughout the
country it struck me that, actually, it wouldn’t be a bad idea. What
if someone compiled a database to match guest criteria with appropriate hotels?
I ran this idea by my husband
Davy, thinking that he would laugh. But
he didn’t! He thought the idea was “good
to go” and challenged me with the task of setting it up. His area of expertise was getting people to
do exactly what he wanted them to do – and boy was he good at it J!
To cut a long story short,
several months later we found ourselves in business. Davy suggested that we fund the venture by
charging a membership fee to promote hotels on this unique, newly compiled,
database. The idea took off really well
and soon Infotel had a growing client base.
1992 A client then encouraged us to make bookings
instead of simply matching criteria for clients to make their own and BOOM
there was an explosion. Word soon spread
around the business community and before we knew it we had a roaring success on
our hands.
1994 We employed the services of our dear
Ashley who had recently returned from Silicon Valley in California where he had
been involved with the development of the World Wide Web. What he doesn’t know about the WWW isn’t worth
knowing anyway.
He soon had us up and running
with an interactive web site, www.infotel.co.uk,
one of the first of its kind in the UK. Ashley is with us to this day, having taken a
couple of sabbaticals at his and our requestJ!
By now Infotel had its own
purpose built offices, constructed by Davy’s own fair hands.
1999 In June
Infotel was listed among the top 300 website in the World by PC Magazine. This is what they said: -
“If you are looking online for accommodation in the UK, Infotel
attempts to match your needs with a suitable hotel or guest house. After making a reservation you should receive
confirmation by e-mail. Accommodation
can be searched by criteria, such as city/town name, suburb, airport or tourist
attraction. Its’ simple and plain design
leads to an intuitive site.”
2000 With the Infotel brand servicing mainly
the global leisure and on-line market we developed two dedicated corporate
websites www.findmeahotelroom.com and www.findmeaconference.com
to meet the ever growing and specific demands
of the business community.
The office was extended by 60%
to give us the desperately need space and the gardens landscaped to provide
staff with a wonderful rural working environment.
2007 Davy was diagnosed with cancer. This was a devastating blow. He was our motivator and inspiration and the reason that I got out of bed in the
morning. Sadly two years later he died and
it felt as though my heart had been ripped and his loss to the business was immense.
He always said “we work for 50
people, we don’t have 50 people working for us” and this is what he truly
believed. He marched to the sound of his
own drummer. Well, I could go on all day about his amazing people skills etc, but
I won’t. Suffice to say that with his
passing the world lost a beautiful sole.
BUT he taught us well. We picked ourselves up and took the business
on to dizzy heights. I believe that he
looks down from heaven now and is very, very proud of what we have achieved.
2014 So here we are, 25 years later and 25
years older. Our business has grown from
being a one off embryonic innovation to being a globally recognized brand.
We have had good and bad times
but we never take for granted that fact that we work in an idyllic rural
location with loyal and long servicing staff, doing something that we love, for
clients who appreciate us. And long may
this continue.
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