Seven hundred years of ownership. Seven hundred years.
Not that we’ve been owned, but the estate on which we live
has been owned by the same family, generation after generation, since the time
of Robert the Bruce.
So the Laird and his Lady treated us lesser mortals to a
piece of pizza, a glass of prosecco, a piper, bonfire and fireworks last night
to celebrate with them. He expressed the thought that they might just carry on
another seven hundred years…
We milled around with our neighbours, layered against the
cold.
Community. We were made to live our lives together, not staring
into devices, alone in our rooms or cars. Churches are great gathering places,
but with so few committed believers these days we need to find other ways of
being with people who share some sort of connection, even if it is nothing more
than living in the same neighbourhood.
The world will know you believers, Jesus said, by the way
you love one another.
May I live my life as Jesus did, lit from within by his love
and light.
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