At the Seagull Theatre we’re already thinking about Christmas. Those involved with our Youth Theatre decided that their Christmas show will be ‘Beauty and the Beast’. They arranged auditions.
Yesterday I read: ‘Due to the incredible number of sign-ups we’ve received, we’ve had to close the sign up form a week early!’ I’m glad I’m not involved in the auditions… choosing who will and who won’t be in the show!
Just too many children and young people want to be in the show!
Yesterday I watched prime minister Andy Burnham promise that every rough sleeper in England will be offered accommodation this winter. He wants ‘to get everyone in for Christmas’.
Official data was quoted: an estimated 4,793 people sleeping rough on a single night in England in the autumn of 2025. There’s talk of £102m in new funding… more than 1,000 homes over the next three years… intensive wraparound support… psychiatric and drug and alcohol services… helping people rebuild their lives.
Just too many people are sleeping rough!
I was reading about the Mystery Plays, religious dramas performed in the Middle Ages, depicting biblical stories. The episode from John 8, of ‘The Woman Taken in Adultery’ regularly featured…
This old story gives itself well to dramatic presentation. A single powerless woman, shamed and slandered, is arrested and accused by a group of powerful self-righteous men. She’s brought before Jesus. It’s the old dilemma – justice or mercy, vengeance or forgiveness…
Just too many self-righteous folks still point to the failings of others, ignoring their own short-comings.
At school we used to sing:
There are hundreds of sparrows
Thousands, millions
They’re two a penny far too many there must be
There are hundreds and thousands
Millions of sparrows
But God knows ev’ryone and God knows me
Just too many sparrows? The song says that God knows them all. The last verse starts: ‘There are hundreds of children, thousands, millions…’
Just too many children? Just too many people? God knows everyone and God knows me.
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So very glad God knows me, and that I need his help always, especially getting up in the morning. Looking back, musing Malcolm what happy school days we had, Primary School rounf here was know as the ‘Little School’ Wishing you a happy weekend when it arrives.
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Thanks, Jean. Some of those songs may have been simple, but they contain profound truth! Every blessing to you too!
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