I Know the Plans
Hello Everyone, Tony here. Marsha kindly relinquished the keyboard this week so I could say a few words about the amazing Hand of God at work in all our lives. And especially now.Where to begin? We left Spain a couple of weeks ago and flew over to London. Everything was perfect, from the blue skies to the experience of attending Evensong at Westminster Abbey and sitting in the choir loft where just a few days later, as we watched TV with the rest of the world, a portly gentleman would occupy the seat I had been in while he attended the Queen’s funeral. Never could figure out who he was, but I could sympathize with him as I watched him squirm in the hard straight-backed pew. From London, Marsha and I decided to use our Eurail passes for a trip up to Edinburgh, Scotland. Just a few minutes outside the city, it seems, there’s a small village called “Penicuick”. Since my son-in-law goes by the same name, we thought it would be interesting to check out his ancestral heritage. We ...