Bits and Pieces December 2011

December 5th, 2011 by Church Admin Leave a reply »


The Moderator-Designate for the 2012 General Assembly is Rev Albert Bogle, of Boness St Andrew’s. He has been involved with the Church Without Walls Initiative, the National Gathering and with the Vine Trust which supports the work of the Amazon Ferry in Peru.

At the last General Assembly, the minister was appointed to serve on the Nominations Committee which allocates those nominated through Kirk Sessions and Presbyteries to the various Assembly Councils and Committees. The work of the Nominations Committee takes place over a two day period in January of each year.

James and Linda Pender are now the proud parents of Sophia Mrittika who was born on 2nd August. Emails of good wishes have been sent to Bangladesh and James’ mother and father were due to fly to Bangladesh during November.

Since Christmas Day falls on a Sunday this year, please note that the service will be held at 10.30am – the time for Christmas Day Services on other days of the week. Those attending are encouraged to bring one of their Christmas Presents. The service will last about 40 minutes.

I’m Fine Thank You

There is nothing the matter with me, I’m as healthy as can be.

I have arthritis in both my knees, And when I talk, I talk with a wheeze,

My pulse is weak and my blood is thin, But I’m awfully well for the shape I’m in

Arch supports I have for my feet, Or I wouldn’t be able to go on the street.

Sleep is denied me night after night, My memory is failing, my head’s in a spin

But I’m awfully well for the shape I’m in.

The moral is this—as my tale I unfold, That for you and me who are growing old.

It’s better to say “I’m fine” with a grin, Than to let folks know the shape we’re in.

How do you know my youth is all spent? Well my ‘get up and go’ has got up and went.

But I don’t really mind when I think with a grin, Of all the grand places ‘my get up’ has been.

Old age is golden, I’ve heard it said, But sometimes I wonder as I get into bed,

With my ears in the drawer, my teeth in the cup, My eyes on the table until I wake up.

Ere sleep overtakes me, i think to myself Is there anything else I could lay on the shelf?

When I was young, my slippers were red; I could kick my heels right over my head.

When I got older, my slippers were blue; but still I could dance the whole night through.

But now I’m old, my slippers are black; I walk to the store and puff my way back.

I get up each day and dust off my wits, And pick up the paper and read the ‘obits’

If my name is still missing I know I’m not dead – So I have a good breakfast and go back to bed.

How are You?

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