The Parish Magazine
of Saint Faith's Church, Great
Saint Faith’s Prayer for
God of unchanging power, your Holy Spirit enables us to
proclaim your love in challenging times and places:
give us fresh understanding and a clear vision, that together we may
respond to the call
to be your disciples and to rejoice in the blessings of your kingdom;
we ask this in the name of Him who gave His life that ours might
your Son, Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.
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the Ministry Team
The Vicar: The Mission Statement of Fruit and Vegetables
During Mrs Thatcher’s Premiership, the Cabinet went for dinner in a
London restaurant. Mrs Thatcher ordered her main course and the
waiter asked “What about the vegetables?” Mrs Thatcher replied,
“They’ll have the same as me.”
During the over 65’s Holiday Club we had a visit from the staff of
Waitrose, Formby, talking amongst other things about where they
source local produce. I was astounded to hear that they have a ‘Mission
Statement’ regarding fruit and vegetables. Perhaps astounded is the
wrong word but it amused me somewhat that here is a supermarket being
absolutely certain what they believe (about fruit and veg) and so often
churches have such difficulty producing mission statements! Is it that
we aren’t sure what we believe, or there are certain interpretations
some can agree to and others can’t? A mission statement in a business
is almost de rigueur these days – they are rarer in Churches.
How good it would be for both our parishes to do some thinking about
producing such a statement. After all, if we aren’t sure we know what
we are about, how on earth are we going to persuade other people to
come and be a part of us?
The bottom line for any successful mission-minded work is beginning
with the basics. That is to say, you and I being clear and focused on
and in our own spiritual lives. That is the basis for mission. If there
are areas of our spiritual lives that have grown a bit dry then they
need watering in some way in order for growth to occur. Perhaps coming
to church for a weekday service might give a bit extra peace in our
busy lives? Perhaps a commitment to reading the scriptures daily
following the Gospel set in the lectionary? Perhaps a firm commitment
to setting aside a time for prayer more than we perhaps do at the
And we have to take seriously too the importance of our social life
together: social events are not merely there to make money, welcome
though that is, they are occasions for us to get to know each other
better. And it has to be said with some social events being very poorly
attended this year, a church without a healthy social life is a church
with not a very long shelf-life (to use the supermarket parlance).
Again, if we don’t like socializing with each other then we haven’t
much to commend to others about our common life!
Some years ago Bishop Michael and I were persuading a church in West
London to think about having a mission. The PCC came up with all
wonderful excuses as to why we couldn’t, the best being “now is not the
right time” to which someone else replied “now is the only time we will
A great week for the senior members of our churches, two weeks of
holiday club for the children, all of this has been so greatly valued
by the community and people are truly grateful for the efforts on the
part of so many to make these things possible. It shows what can be
done when as a family we pull in the same direction and make exciting
But we need more commitment and we need more to be committed! All the
Ministry Team and PCC can ever do is gently encourage and suggest those
things that are there to help the Body of Christ to grow. We can’t
force anyone though! You either want to be part of the growth of the
Church or not. Unlike Mrs. Thatcher and her vegetables we are a greatly
diverse group of people bringing together all sorts of gifts and skills
and talents which, when used properly, are an enormous resource to the
Church – far more valuable than any expensive items on the shelves of
With my love and prayers
Saturday 22nd September at 7.30pm in S. Mary’s
“THE LAST NIGHT OF THE PROMS… with a
With Neil Kelley (Organ Hardy (Trumpet) and members of the Liverpool
Brass Ensemble. Tickets £5 to include a free glass of champagne
during the interval.
HARVEST THANKSGIVING – Sunday 30th
9.30am Family Eucharist in S. Mary’s
11.00 am Family Eucharist in S. Faith’s
6.00pm Harvest “Songs of Praise” in S. Mary’s
followed by buffet Harvest Supper
PATRONAL FESTIVAL CELEBRATIONS
Friday October 5th
EVE OF SAINT FAITH’S DAY
8.00pm Pontifical High Mass
Preacher: The Right Reverend Nicholas Reade
(Bishop of Blackburn) followed by buffet supper
Sunday 7th October
10.30 am Festival Eucharist (SF) (no service at SM)
Preacher: The Reverend Denise MacDougall(Christ
6.00pm Festal Evensong, Procession and Te Deum
and out of control
The final bulletin from our ‘Man for
This article may turn out to be a little strange! I would like to
try and share with you my state of mind (don’t laugh) from the
beginning of the day to after the moment of ordination.
July 1st ‘O’ day! After our pre-ordination retreat the day had
finally arrived, the climax of the last three academic and formational
years, together with the many years of spiritual searching and
discernment, the ordination of eleven individuals into the diaconate.
To say that the atmosphere at breakfast was expectant would be an
understatement; this day saw the beginnings of many ‘first of
Our breakfast table, which comfortably seated our entire party, had
been thoughtfully decorated with printed sheets of A4 that declared ‘O
Happy Day’ by the catering staff of St. Deiniol’s library, the location
of our retreat in Hawarden, North Wales. This small gesture
prompted a mental determination that nerves would not get the better of
me and that today would be a celebration and affirmation of calling, a
day that would change me forever and be forever remembered.
An outbreak of slight paranoia amongst the ordinands threatened to
upset the calm confidence enjoyed at breakfast, ‘What if somebody
breaks down [their car] we should all go in convoy,’ and ‘I don’t know
the way to the Cathedral from the tunnel exit!’ We immediately
formed a discussion group and an order of departure determined, the
trumpet sounded and we departed in convoy Cathedral bound, arriving
It’s funny isn’t it, how calm you can sometimes feel when travelling,
because we have control, the motorway is empty, our speed unhurried,
its only when we drive through the streets of Liverpool and the tower
of the Cathedral is visible in the roads ahead, that you become aware
that the journey is ending and that control is going to be given over
I am thankful that we arrived in good time, the Cathedral was quiet
with few people around, I had chance to walk around and collect my
thoughts, a fellow ordinand and I walked purposely and quietly to the
Lady Chapel for a few moments of prayer.
From then on time seemed to be meaningless, we went from one
‘happening’ to another, as we were robing Bishop James arrived and
prayed with us and wished us well, before we knew it we were formed up
ready to process in.
As I have commented to many of you, the next two hours passed without
noticing the time. The liturgy delivered on the expectations of
the day, the service oozed celebration, awe and mystery.
Then came my big moment, all the years of server training came into
play, I processed slowly and deliberately, almost but not quite a slow
march (this is of course my perceptions of my behaviour you may have
seen something completely different) hands held together in a gesture
of prayer, taking the corners at right angles to bring me kneeling in
front of the Bishop. As hands were laid upon me I opened my arms
in prayerful submission to the office about to be bestowed and my hands
shook uncontrollably. I did not close my arms I let them be.
The next few moments I was dominated by a changing awareness of
being. It seemed that my mind was dealing with sensations that my
body was struggling to catch up with. Hearing the rite of
ordination, feeling the weight of hands, seeing my hands shake but not
feeling them do so, all that I am and what I will be, given to this
instant in time, abandoning control. Then the moment had passed,
control returns, no more words, I bow to the Bishop and look at a fixed
point in space processing back to my place, I no longer shake, my body
relaxes and my mind races with the enormity of the future, that things
will never be same; everything has a new and different perspective not
only for myself but also for my family.
Every person in the Cathedral that day experienced something different,
they saw and felt something that their neighbour did not and
vice-versa, I had experienced an alternating feeling of being
controlled and being in control, experiencing those emotions in a mix
of liturgical and relational situations. It was indeed a happy
and unforgettable day.
So why am I going on about being in and under control? It’s the
only way I can find to express to you what it felt like, in fact that
is exactly the question Fr. Neil posed to me in the well of the
Cathedral after the service, and explains the expression on my face, he
asks, ‘What did it feel like?’
With love and best wishes to you all,
Martin and Mim’s expressions of
thanks are printed later in this issue. Below we pr9nt two poems which
focus on special occasions at Liverpool Cathedral. My offering was
written to mark another ordination there a good few years ago.
When medieval man rejoiced in stone
Heaven was near enough to touch, but now
God is galactic
And we sing his song
In a towering space
Which we ourselves have made to honour him,
And find ourselves diminished.
Art and engineering need the natural
Constrained in stone and glass,
And light flows down
Through tinted animals, translucent leaves,
To glow on walls that grow like pillared oaks
Into great curtains dizzy with verticals
That hang in front of the sun.
The whole is a manmade wonder,
Now rejoice, look up
And see if God is here
Or if he speaks.
Light streams in many colours in this universe
And the organ stirs
A hurricane of sound.
And on the ground a dot of red,
A moving speck of blood,
Meandering over the stone.
The organ drowns her footsteps
But her presence signifies
That God is in his temple, he has come.
(in 100 Contemporary Christian Poets, Lion Publishing, 1983)
On the floor of this consecrated and cavernous cathedral space
An intricate pattern of worship is laid down.
At eye-level, one of a thousand witnesses,
I peer past hats and hairdos to perceive
A two-dimensional and partial perspective.
Bishops and deacons and servants of the sanctuary
Progress ponderously into and past the eye’s immediate focus
To squat on distant squares of this vast chess-board.
In due course, remote hands are laid on heads
As the blurred word bounces off the unyielding walls,
Arriving sooner, or later, acoustically distorted,
Twice blessed (at least) in my uncomprehending ear.
The choir’s fragmented polyphonic praisings
Skitter around this vast and echoing nave
Until, to the organ’s thunderous proclamations,
The priestly protagonists process again
Back into my view and on and out of sight.
This has all happened to someone else, not me.
Desirous of a decent view for once,
In fantasy now I float free into the third dimension,
Rising slowly above the serried ranks
To hover, bird’s-eyed in the middle air.
No longer depressed by the gravity of the situation,
Powered by my inflated personality,
I swoop weightless over pulpit and organ-pipes,
Pigeon-like, drop in on episcopally mitred heads,
Dispassionately noting receding priestly hairlines.
So that’s what happens. I see it all at last.
Drifting higher, I perceive all this pomp and clerical circumstance
As merely a shifting multi-coloured carpet on a distant floor
From which thin sounds waver up towards the over-arching vault.
Now even the foursquare tower dissolves;
The organ’s utterance diminishes to a murmur,
As my gondola soars past the tower’s topmost pinnacle,
Out and up into the bright, still upper air,
To where cathedral, city, river and shining estuary
Are part of a coloured counterpane laid on the flat earth;
And all things: my empty seat far below,
The songs of praise, the solid statement of the sandstone tower,
Are one with birdsong and the sighing wind.
Is this God’s vision of his diocese?
So minute, so lacking in significance?
Quickly, I pull in the string of my imagination’s balloon
And perch once more, deflated, safely small, anonymous and earthbound.
Time to greet friends and find the lavatories.
Now where did I park the car?
Some time ago we
published a poem `A Crabbit Old Woman' – a plea for nursing staff,
volunteers and all who come into contact with the elderly to have more
sympathy and understanding. The magazine of St Mary’s, Davyhulme,
Manchester, recently printed this response.
Nurse's Reply to the ‘Crabbit Old Woman’
What do we see, you ask, what do we see?
Yes, we are thinking when looking at thee!
We may seem to be hard when we hurry and fuss,
But there's many of you and too few of us.
We would like more time to sit by you and talk,
To bath you and feed you and help you to walk.
To hear of your life and name things you have done;
Your childhood, your husband, your daughter, your son.
But time is against us, there's too much to do,
Patients are many, and nurses too few.
We grieve when we see you so sad and alone,
With nobody near you, no friends of your own.
We feel all your pain, and know of your fear
That nobody cares now your end is so near.
But nurses are people with feelings as well,
And when we're together you'll often hear tell
Of the dearest old Gran in the very end bed
And the lovely old Dad and the things that he said.
We speak with compassion and love and feel sad
When we think of your life and the joy that you've had.
When the time has arrived for you to depart
You leave us behind with an ache in our heart.
When you sleep the long sleep, no more worry or care
There are other old people and we must be there.
So please understand if we hurry and fuss
There are many of you and so few of us!
to battle Barbie on Wal-Mart shelves’
So reads the challenging headline in a recent edition of the ‘Daily
Telegraph’ Los Angeles reporter Catherine Elsworth brings news that ‘A
foot-high Jesus that quotes Scripture and a three-inch Daniel in the
lion’s den are about to do battle with Barbie and Bratz in toy aisles
across America. ‘
Wal-Mart is carrying a trial range of faith-based toys to see if
‘Spirit Warrior Samson’ can rival superhero Spiderman. What they call
‘faith-enriching toys,’ made by Californian company One2believe will go
on sale in America’s religious heartlands. The latter’s chief executive
believes that in the ‘battle for the toybox,’ these figures offer
parents an alternative to dolls and figures with violent or sexual
overtones.. ‘If you walk down the toy aisles,’ he says, ‘you see a lot
of reproductions of Satan, or dolls that promote promiscuity.’
So far the Jesus doll is the runaway best seller (how comforting. ed.)
closely followed by Joseph and Mary (even more comforting). Also
available are a Tales of Glory figure for younger children who comes
with a lion and a den and costs around £4, there are 12-inch
Peter and Paul Messenger of Faith dolls that recite scripture when you
press the right button.
Wal-Mart’s move is ‘part of a growing trend as businesses try to tap
into the multi-billion dollar market in religious and family-themed
products popular with the segment of America that turned Mel Gibson’s
‘The Passion of the Christ’ into a £185million goldmine.’
Predictably, the woman president of American Atheists has reacted with
scathing comment. ‘Personally, I don’t think kids are going to go
for it. Nobody’s really all that interested in Jesus. Kids aren’t.’
The editor, who has incidentally never set eyes on a Satan doll down
the local toy aisles, is quite encouraged by this report, even if it is
a case of Mammon at the service of God. He wishes Wal-Mart well, but
has nagging doubts as to whether Jesus will fare as well in the battle
against Barbie on Merseyside.
Aid Sunday 2007
Fred Nye’s sermon,
delivered on the Sunday of Christian Aid Week
I guess the greatest barrier to faith is, and has always been, the
problem of pain. How can a good God stand idly by when so many of his
creatures suffer intolerable burdens of disease, destitution and
misery? And for us Christians at Eastertide there is an even more
poignant question: what has Our Lord’s death and resurrection actually
achieved? Have human beings gained in love for each other as a result?
Looking at our world, at Auschwitz and Cambodia and Rwanda and Iraq and
Darfur there doesn’t seem to be much evidence, does there? ‘Two
thousand years of saying Mass, and all we have is poisoned gas’.
During this Christian Aid week we have to try to come to terms with
these questions. What is the point of trying to share the burdens of
our neighbours in the developing world? Will sacrifices on our part
really do anything for them? Can a few well meaning and soft-hearted
Christians change the world, or human nature?
I would like to suggest that for Jesus’s first followers, and for the
early Church, this sort of question would have been empty and
meaningless. During Our Lord’s ministry, miracles happened: lepers were
cleansed, the blind received their sight, sinners were forgiven,
outcasts accepted and the hungry fed, – there wasn’t the slightest
doubt that Jesus could change things. And the early Christians
continued these great acts of God both within and outside the growing
Church, acting (as they put it) in the name of Jesus. So what’s gone
wrong? Were those early Christians a bunch of deluded, miracle-happy
enthusiasts? Or have we got it wrong – are we the ones who are deluded
Christianity should be a powerful, liberating and incarnational force
for good in the world. That it so often falls short is glaringly
obvious – but why should this be? There are I think three main reasons.
First, we have lost faith in ourselves. The world is indeed a complex
and frightening place. It is a very tempting option to stay at home,
and not to ‘go there’ - both literally and metaphorically. It’s
very tempting not to get involved in the mess and degradation of the
world’s poverty and cruelty. I could easily both shock you and sicken
you this morning by spelling out the full horrors of so-called ‘life’
in the slums of Freetown, or by cataloguing the unspeakable atrocities
of the Civil War in Sierra Leone which led to such abject misery. But
rather I want to tell you about the commitment and courage of a group
of 11 schoolteachers from Sefton, who visited Sierra Leone recently
under the auspices of the Waterloo Partnership. Some young, some not so
young, they mostly had no previous experience of a poor country or its
hardships – and they went out with not a little trepidation and
foreboding. But despite all the degradation and the poverty:- once they
had met, talked to, and understood the teachers and pupils of Waterloo
Sierra Leone, they became totally inspired by the courage and good will
they encountered there. Most of those teachers can’t wait to visit
Sierra Leone again, and one or two have booked their flights already.
If they were not so before, they have become effective ambassadors for
the cause of World Development.
Of course it’s not possible for all of us to have the overseas
experience of those teachers But we can, all of us, find out more
about how our poorer brothers and sisters are forced to live, we can
share with them some of the good things we enjoy, and we can become
ambassadors on their behalf. Made ‘a little lower than the angels’ we
are called by God to be fully human and never less than human. We need
more faith in ourselves.
And we need to have faith in those whom we serve overseas. I am always
disheartened by the commonest excuse for not giving to the Christian
Aid appeal ‘there’s so much corruption over there, you don’t know where
the money is going’. Of course, crooked and unscrupulous political
leaders in any country have always been able to misappropriate public
funds - and the poorer the country the easier this is. But more
telling is the criticism that poor people themselves can misuse
resources. And this is where we need to borrow some of Our Lord’s
forgiveness, compassion and understanding of the human condition. We
must understand that in conditions of abject poverty what motivates
people is the need to survive. To a mother trying to feed her starving
child, school paper and a pencil have more value when they are sold for
the next meal than when they are used in education for a future which
may never happen. The world is in a mess, and we and our poorer
neighbours are caught up in that mess. We cannot always pretend that
our sort of rules must apply to everybody, or that we can only give so
long as we count every penny of the cost. I do not remember Our
Lord involving himself in that sort of calculation.
And there is perhaps one other matter on which our faith falls short.
Those early Christians realised that without the human presence of
their Master among them they were vulnerable to doubt, fear, prejudice
and conflict. And so it is with us. Left solely to our own devices, we
quickly become the victims of indecision, caution, misunderstanding and
internal strife. Without Our Lord’s guidance, without his love and his
values we will achieve little, either here or overseas. Could it be
that we have lost that intimate relationship with the Spirit of God so
richly enjoyed by the early church? Have we forgotten that God-given
inspiration which reaches out to the best that lies within each one of
us , and to which that godward inner self yearns to respond? We only
have to love a very little in order to respond to the world’s needs, we
only need to respond a very little to receive the reward and
inspiration of God’s Holy Spirit:- who can and does do great things,
very great things.
Faced with the tragedy and intractability of the world’s problems we
need to be of good courage. To respond generously and effectively we
need faith in ourselves, faith in those whom we try to serve, and faith
in the Sprit of God who has the power to change everything. And as a
prayer, and particularly as a prayer for Christian Aid week, we would
do well to use those unforgettable words from Wesley’s hymn – ‘O thou
who camest from above, the fire celestial to impart, kindle a flame of
sacred love on the mean altar of my heart’.
of the Wise Men
A unique pilgrimage to Cologne Cathedral, where relics of the three
Wise Men are to be found, is at the heart of a weekend pilgrimage
(November 30th-December 2nd) led by Revd Rob Marshall this November.
The pilgrimage leaves London (by Eurostar) on Friday November 30th and
returns on the Sunday.
A number of festive markets fill the centre of Cologne with the special
sights, sounds and smells of a German Christmas.
The market in Roncalliplatz hosts the biggest Christmas tree, a real
24-metre fir tree beneath the Gothic immensity of the Cologne
Cathedral. Similarly sheltered by Great St Martin's church, the Alter
Markt Christmas market, cosy and nostalgic, is also a favourite.
Revd Rob Marshall is an Anglican priest and experienced pilgrimage
leader, having taken groups to the Holy Land, Turkey and Rome. He has
over 20 years experience in public relations and he leads the LTG team.
He is the author of several books and broadcasts regularly on BBC Radio
4’s Thought for the Day and BBC Radio 2’s Pause for Thought.
“We will visit the Cathedral in Cologne and learn of the connection
between the Magi and this magnificent building,” he said this week.
Pilgrims will also be able to shop in the Christmas markets.
Brochures are available by telephoning 0845 601 9567. For further
information please contact Louisa on 0845 601 9567. www.ukltg.com
Read through these Children's Science exam answers. These are real
answers submitted by the children! (allegedly. Ed!)
Q: Name the four seasons.
A: Salt, pepper, mustard and vinegar.
Q: Explain one of the processes by which water can be made safe to
A: Flirtation makes water safe to drink because it removes large
pollutants like grit, sand, dead sheep and canoeists.
Q: How is dew formed?
A: The sun shines down on the leaves and makes them perspire.
Q: How can you delay milk turning sour?
A: Keep it in the cow.
Q: What causes the tides in the oceans?
A: The tides are a fight between the Earth and the Moon. All water
tends to flow towards the moon, because there is no water on the moon,
and nature hates a vacuum. I forget where the sun joins in this fight.
Q: What are steroids?
A: Things for keeping carpets still on the stairs.
Q: What happens to your body as you age?
A: When you get old, so do your bowels and you get intercontinental.
Q: What happens to a boy when he reaches puberty?
A: He says good-bye to his boyhood and looks forward to his adultery.
Q: Name a major disease associated with cigarettes.
A: Premature death.
Q: What is artificial insemination?
A: When the farmer does it to the bull in-stead of the cow.
Q: How are the main parts of the body categorized? (e.g., abdomen.)
A: The body is consisted into three parts-The brainium, the borax and
the abdomi-nal cavity. The brainium contains the brain; the borax
contains the heart and lungs, and the abdominal cavity contains the
A, E, I, 0, and U.
Q: What is the fibula? A: A small lie.
Q: What does "varicose" mean? A: Nearby.
Q: Give the meaning of the term "Caesarean Section"
A: The Caesarean Section is a district in Rome.
Q: What does the word "benign" mean?
A: Benign is what you will be after you be eight.
Huge THANK YOU
Its usual to turn to your family when you’re in trouble or crisis, how
lovely to have your family turn to you with and in a shared celebration.
A lot has already been said about the 1st July 2007, I’m sure if any
more articles about it are published we could incur Martin and Miriam
fatigue! The day would not have been the day it was with out
you. By ‘you’ I mean a collective everybody those from both of
our churches who shared the day in the Cathedral, those who came from
afar and those who stayed behind to prepare for our mini reception.
And what a reception you gave me, I am still moved when I think of it,
as I said in my speech it wasn’t just about ‘O’ day, it was about all
that had gone before to get me there, your encouragement, love and
support in times good and bad.
Thank you so much for your generous gifts, I have a shoe box full of
cards that I will keep always, we have spent a few vouchers at John
Lewis’ for our home and I have brought a couple of books and that ‘must
have’ stole – remember I am Kelley trained! The remainder of my
book vouchers will go on books I need as my training progresses.
Bye for now, with my prayers and best wishes,
Not to be
outdone….a massive THANK YOU!
As you know, I usually have the last word! (or in this case, several!)
I just want to reiterate what Martin has said, but also to add my
personal thanks for all the good wishes afforded to me upon our
departure from regular worship at St Faith’s.
Many people have understood what a wrench it has been to leave my
beloved home parish, but leave we must. St Faith’s, however, will never
leave me. I don’t mean the building, I am talking about the
family. Recently, we have been fortunate that the family has been
extended to include St Mary’s and they have also been a great support.
So, thank you for all your love, support and kindness over the years
and we’ll see you soon…Patronal Festival, if not before!
it out again!
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You Should Say That
While motoring down the Dock Road recently, the editor’s eye was caught
by an advert for a garage, accompanied by a picture of a well-known TV
Irish priest. It read, to his great delight:
Farther Tread – sinfully low priced
– Job Description
Mother, Mum, Mumma, Mummy, Ma
Long term, team players needed, for challenging permanent work in an,
often chaotic environment. Candidates must possess excellent
communication and organizational skills and be willing to work variable
hours, which will include evenings and weekends and frequent 24 hour
shifts on call. Some overnight travel required, including trips to
primitive camping sites on rainy weekends and endless sports
tournaments in far away cities. Travel expenses not reimbursed.
Extensive courier duties also required.
The rest of your life. Must be willing to be hated, at least
temporarily, until someone needs £5. Must be willing to bite
tongue repeatedly. Also, must possess the physical stamina of a pack
mule and be able to go from zero to 60 mph in three seconds flat in
case, this time, the screams from the backyard are not someone just
Must be willing to face stimulating technical challenges, such as small
gadget repair, mysteriously sluggish toilets and stuck zippers. Must
screen phone calls, maintain calendars and coordinate production of
multiple homework projects. Must have ability to plan and organize
social gatherings for clients of all ages and mental outlooks. Must be
willing to be indispensable one minute, an embarrassment the next. Must
handle assembly and product safety testing of a half million cheap,
plastic toys, and battery operated devices.. Must always hope for the
best but be prepared for the worst. Must assume final, complete
accountability for the quality of the end product. Rsponsibilities also
include floor maintenance and janitorial work throughout the facility.
POSSIBILITY FOR ADVANCEMENT & PROMOTION:
Virtually none. Your job is to remain in the same position for years,
without complaining, constantly retraining and updating your skills, so
that those in your charge can ultimately surpass you.
None required,unfortunately. On-the-job training offered on a
continually exhausting basis.
WAGES AND COMPENSATION:
Get this! You pay them! Offering frequent raises and bonuses. A bonus
pyment is due when they turn 18 because of the assumption that college
will help them become financially independent. When you die, you give
them whatever is left. The oddest thing about this reverse-salary
scheme is that you actually enjoy it and wish you could only do more.
While no health or dental insurance, no pension, no tuition
reimbursement, no paid holidays and no stock options are offered; this
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To one kneeling down no word came,
Only the wind’s song, saddening the lips
Of the grave saints, rigid in glass,
Or the dry whisper of unseen wings,
Bats not angels, in the high roof.
Was he balked by silence? He kneeled long,
And saw love in a dark crown
Of thorns blazing, and a winter tree
Golden with fruits of a man’s body.
I did not think to find you there –
Crucifixes, large and small,
Sixpence and threepence, on a tray,
Among the artificial pearls,
Paste rings, tins watches, beads of glass.
It seemed so strange t find you there
Fingered by people coarse and crass,
Who had no reverence at all.
Yet – what is it you would say?
‘For these I hang upon the cross,
For these the agony and loss,
Though heedlessly they pass Me by.’
Dear Lord, forgive such fools as I
Who thought it strange to find you there
When you are with us
(in ‘Let there be God,’ Pergamon Press, 1968)
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