Nazis

CHEIF RABBI OF UKRAINE Moshe Azman…….

Nazis are those who: kill civilians in Ukrainian cities by dropping Iranian  -russian “shahids” and various types of missiles on them, shooting people in their homes, as was the case in Izyum, Bucha, Irpin, and other cities in Ukraine 

Nazis are those who killed Moti, an orphan whom we adopted as a child and who was a quiet, kind, and good boy, whose first daughter was born a few months before his murder

Nazis are those who last week dropped a bomb on 84-year-old Jew Yevgeny Alexandrovich Bonder, who was peacefully walking through his hometown of Kherson and was killed by a Russia bomb - simply because he lived in Ukraine.

Nazis are those who killed Zoryislav Zamoysky, a member of our community — a quiet, peaceful, religious Jewish boy who was tortured and then shot in the heart by Russia soldiers in Bucha.

Nazis are those who destroy entire cities in southern and eastern Ukraine, calling it “liberation” and leaving dozens of people as refugees

Nazis are those who torture and execute Ukrainian prisoners—defenders of their land and their people

Nazis are those who kidnapped and deported tens of thousands of Ukrainian children .

Nazis are also those who, in the form of propagandists on russian central television, publicly call for the destruction and erasure of cities in Ukraine and Europe, and call for the mass death of civilians - the, elderly women, children, men.

Nazis are those who support the bloody terrorists of Hamas, Hezbollah, and the criminal regime of Iran, which openly declares its intention to destroy the Jewish people in Israel, and even helps Russia with its drones - “Shaheed's” - to kill Ukrainians  

Lying propagandists - with your lies and attacks on decent people,

The Author of this blog just rambles on expressing their own views with the fragility of my knowledge.  Sometimes expect lack of knowledge. But it's a blog,' a caught in the moment reflection'. Perhaps got to see that l am just who l am. 

But something changing as the Woke liberalism fails along with the spent up socialist experiment better documented in Orwell's Animal Farm. At last Southern political elite,( in their quest to oust the Christian fellowship), finding that the Allah is our prophets God is wicked evil vile alternative to Peace. Is our society waking up to return to examine the healing power of following the Prince of Peace.?

Gotta ask. Is our society waking up a return to examine the healing power of following the Prince of Peace.?

Truth will undoubtedly defeat lies, just as the light defeats the darkness!

Gender.

 

Not sure when it happened certain it was in my teens, became very aware of the fact that most of those around myself were comfortable with our gender. Which meant that the focus on washing the spots, cooking a meal, ironing, babysitting younger siblings, they were roles fulfilled. Taking interest in the kitchen was a position expected myself to fulfill. The eldest male in large working class Northern town .

I knew this was my role, knew this was comfortable.Traveling into Informal education via the Boxing game then Church based youth work. Exposed to girls football teams and Female leaders in the Church.

For myself there wasn’t a gender role or understanding to be learnt.

My professional path educated myself with much more clarity. Macho environment of Sporting game, the hardest game, Boxing. Home life, relationships, Church, gym, informal youth work all processing a context that showed myself Women were my equal and there wasn’t  gender role we could not achieve gender wasn’t an issue.

Contextually it was a working out .Youth work, trade l learnt was full of my Equals some of the  opposite gender also managed me plus my colleagues, in discussions they shared, encouraged, further supported this sojourner. Somehow others not exposed to this.

Was I just one of the lucky ones ?

Gossiping

We talked with eyes focused on us alone, Love in our way, looked in the shops talked about the prices and sometimes way things where. Cup of tea , cappuccino for Loving companion. Yesterday was silent deeply quiet, the days pretty long. Now time speeds by. Me in the way l do. Began to wonder a while ago. Now openly talk about.

"When l'm gone".

LIFE passed so quickly this style of internment ministry brought me to many places, so many people, so many special moments.

Sometimes we think communicating message to others but perhaps only your Brain understands. There is never with this friend of mine, never time when feel stressed as l can talk with openness. Recognising trust we have gained with each other.

The mystery
Will be there after you're gone.

Like Bookends keeping in a familiar place. Place of support and trust. It's the youngsters world now. My thoughts have turned their in my body and mind.

"When your gone, the Air you breathed,will be there when your gone. three score years and ten of joy and pain .Adds up to mayflies on the windowpane".

STUFF.

ART always gets me thinking about 'Stuff'.
It's that stupid word again.'Stuff'.
When you don't guite focus, something kind of REM motion on your brains prevents me from getting balance or the focus.
Look at ART then get messages in my brain, come to understand better. Often get inspired to be creative not ARTISTIC but thoughtfulness. More clearer.ART does that to me. Ignites better conversation, different happenings. Music which to myself is form of ART implores in me same 'Stuff'.

Stuff like when get FAVORITE magazine with Free CD of tracks you only heard the odd one but something on the collection becomes firm new favorite
Stuff like friend comes around chat like it's been years time goes so fast. Depart sadder had to leave the conversation.
Stuff like the quietness of hearing someone's hurt , you stand together odd silence interrupted. May not feel 'been at your best'. But it's Stuff.

So when get home listen, read, share, more of my Music and Artistic , theological murmurings about STUFF.

Shadows fall long twinge the day with sadness

It's been tough gig along the coastal home town. Death visited alongside coastal dwelling ,it called, took three souls to another place. Lamentations fell ,teddy bears, and candles have been left. Lessons won't be learnt they will still try dodging waves on bitter days. Again others will fall like those that were taken by the tide.

Hero arrived...foolish girls took selfies...Bitter winds blew, waves swept LIFES ended. Me just so far away. On my time away. Like those l miss everything will move along. Shadows now hang over the town reminds us of the moment the Girl and mum took steps down to the beach. But l'm so far away. My thoughts turn to those folks who are there.

                                    ...,,.,...,...

So many times well visit in my own mind those 'lost to me' who passed through my LIFE. 

Try to tell my son Matty how life changed. How the punch that hit me that day in February,now not so bad. Tears still come to my eyes. But lot better others filled the gap told you about before you departed.

It's not for the best ,' you not being here'. But got few new faces in my LIFE. 

Shadows twinged entered the day but lights not going out along the faith journey it's just LIFE is so different.

Me well guess l'm here. It's my place of escape looking at weather plus events it really needed.

It's not really a sharing moment on the blog today it's not deep spirituality. It's just a day.

It's just a day that's falling into next one that arrives soon.

Beautiful...kingdom Beautiful day..

We gathered , we collected walked as a group to church in 23 degrees sunshine. The kings arrived and we're greeted total enthusiasm. It was beautiful.

I don't get the chance to share beautiful with you beautiful people enough. It was incredibly beautiful. Very spiritual and laughter joy expectation and sense of Godliness at work. We smiled we chatted some drank...some drank again..few drank even more.

The organist play loudly. the children stroked dogs played pool and spoke about the event.

Spirituality filled the air as actors dressed up, played the role as we all felt blessed it was fun.

But it was spiritual and religious , factual, historical. We chatted.

 We gathered. It felt Beautiful.

British pastor ...moves King into position.

 

Waiting all day for a king....Then three come across at once. Mind you like all people with Authority they still ignore common people's.      More later.

Unless part of the mission to spread this type, style, method of community.

Looking to help keep creating this Kingdom community. Lots of reasons Primarily keep myself in check when you help create this sense of gathering belonging fellowship. You don't want to leave. Unless part of the mission to spread this type, style, method of community. Share the Vision.

Secondary if people looking after yourself and myself in way Rowan Williams describing, then you want to do the same for the others

So how is the community of those who follow Jesus the saviour manifesting kingdom values.

• Challenged attempts to introduce assisted suicide across Britain;

• Defended the preaching of the Gospel in public;

• Advocated for proper Civil Service impartiality; addressed bad practice in local Authority housing maintenance.

• Meet with millions and thousands of Christians across the UK and Ireland. In Churches across variety of settings. To worship God discover his word pray and Act

• Specifically Christians assisted hundreds of supporters in need of expert advice on education or other legal matters.

• Developing among rural East Riding Church faith and healing group.

• Supported each week vulnerable people.
• Wrote daily about urban theology advocate wrestling and growth with new meanings heralded saintly patterns from the past.