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  So, context might not be everything, but it does counts for alot.  There is little or no point in us who are living in today's 21st Century. Thinking and/or behaving as if we are or were living in the 1st CE,( Common Era or Before Christ).  Even though the believers in the Abrahamic religions would have all of us who do not share their faiths and beliefs, submitting ourselves to a purported divine worldview or weltanschauung which would require us insult or suspend our critical faculties. Or at anytime during the centuries of hellish man-inflicted suffering that humanity has had to suffer and endure before and since, say upto World War Two.  Yes, I acknowledge that the West's invasion of Iraq, of Syria and of Libya were truly hellish for the people who were subjected to the terrible deaths and destruction which were thrown on them.  But those terrible wars, as far as the 'outside world' was concerned, and outside of the remit of the social media and the targeted disse

  And so it was that we gathered, at it were, at the cemetery to place my dear mother into the earth from whence we evolve, toiled to cover her coffin with it.  Had I not resolved to allow the professional grave-workers to carry out this strenuous task? Yes, I had.   But I had not taken into account the insistence of the Revd. Pitts on maintaining tradition; including members of the congregation, including family members, taking responsibility for filling the grave. Having completed this stage of the process, it was time to say our final goodbye to the physical body of my dear mother, and make our way to the designated place for having the reception.  Which we duly did, and was welcomed by a hot cup of delicious soup and a bread cob.  To be followed by a more substantial meal of rice and peas, white rice, vegetarian curry, and curried mutton.  And as I enjoy the reception/setup, and watched others doing so, as they make re-acquaintances with friends and relatives they, I might not have

  The eulogy by A was simply brilliant, reflective and evocative of the time she shared with and remembered of her 'Mama.  While the poem by R was similarly very thoughtful, accomplished and engaging. With others from  another granddaughter, and one of Mama's daughter-in-law. And finishing with a well-constructed semi-colloquial piece from one of my dear mother's surviving sons. But it was not all plain -sailing or euphoric, as the painfully scripted and badly timed and delivered 'tribute' from one of my dear mother's relative.   Would have caused many, if not the congregation to feel a collective sense of discomfort, and probably held their breathe. Not now; not now.  Not at Mama's funeral and not in the public's gaze, because, what can you expect to benefit from saying such things, from baring your pain in public, unless you seek to dishonour our dear mother? All of the different strands of the service was weaved together by the excellent management of

  No, Google is able to listen and understand what those of us, which are probably most of us, ask of it, and provide us with more often than not, relevant answers.  Which is not the modus operandi of the Christian God, the Muslim God, and the God of the Jewish people.  All three of whom, were they to be considered as different 'Gods', or the same 'God', worshipped by Muslims, Jews and Christians in different ways, according to their different cultures.   Are completely dependent on their believers to give them life and the power to 'do things', but only through actions of people. And so it is that, the same irrationality which prevents, intellectually blinds the theistic believers, the devoted Judaists, Muslims and Christians, et al.   From conferring on us humans the status of being the species with the greatest evolved intellect and power in our known world and multiverse.  Is also the the same irrationality that is preventing many of us, individually and col

  Deaths and funerals doeth maketh the occasion for truces between estranged or at war family members, and I cannot say I did not relish said opportunity on this sad but also auspicious occasion.  Even as I made my way towards a favourite nephew, the son of a favourite but, sadly, brother who had passed a good twenty years ago.  It was good that he was as pleased as I was, to see me, even as we amiably greeted each other.  My soul, as I might colloquially frame it, was also pleased to witness the presence of other relatives, even though they and I were not able to summon up the courage to approach each other and exchange greetings.  And even as I looked around me, both outside and now, inside the church to see whether and which relative who I had not seen for some years, were present.  I began to contemplate whether the thawing of family estrangements would survive this coming together.  Whether this feeling of poignant euphoria would survive this event; this day, and, if so, for how l

  So, here we are at Holy Trinity Church on a mild Tuesday mid-morning on 8th February 2022.  Finally, the long awaited day has arrived. Today is the appointed day for having the funeral service of my dear, now departed mother.  It has been a full month and 10 days since she has, sadly, but expectedly died or, more euphemistically, passed from the domain of the l iving to the domain of, yes, let us, for now atleast, say, the departed.  Having made my way, at times tenuously and impatiently, as having to contend with traffic delays due to the congestion arising from the transformation of the area for the impending Commonwealth Games, to the blessed church.  I awaited the hearse and its convoy taking the mortal remains of my dear mother to the service to arrive.  Within 15-20 minutes it pulled up on Trinity Road, with it and the attending limos making their parking at the side of the road as unobtrusive as they could.  Thus minimising the inconvenience they caused to the traffic going hi

  All you need is the required internet access and the smart device to communicate with Google. You ask questions, be they difficult ones, profound or silly ones, of Google, and you get a response.  Your response will be relevant and in real time, and there is unlikely to be anything 'mysterious' about how that response is conveyed or communicated to you.  You will not have to 'wonder' or 'contemplate' on whether a particular event, phenomenon or circumstance which occurred shortly, or even some considerable time after you asked your question, was or could have been the 'answer' 'God' has given to your question.  As appears to be the modus operandi of how that other 'human-made' but unproven and mythical 'God' is believed to conduct business.  No, there will no mysticism, conjecture or self-or-other deception about the answers Google will provide to your questions.  No having to resort to 'the Gospel', to ancient scripture