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notes from a small vicar
from a parish
in Liverpool, UK
Tuesday, October 14, 2008A Modern Tale For Our Times (Lest We Forget)
Many years ago a man came to Liverpool searching for his direction and role in this universe. He came from a distant land known to the people of that place as Prezton.
This man went a mong the people of Liverpool. He went to their homes and citadels in strange sounding places like Kir-bee, Tox-tef, Boote ell, Ken-sing-tone, Gar-stane, Ding-ell and Hi-ton. He visited their inns and hostelries and discovered great humour and mirth.
He went among them in their market places to break bread and eat fruit and wondered at the particular colour of their robes and garments. He saw in their faces great love and devotion and a faith he had never experienced. He touched the hands of many men, women and children and sensed a strength and a power surge through him. (He saw no need to visit the ferry terminais, train stations, motorways or airportsl)
And when he had finished his journey he knew that his search was over. This man was so overcome with a sense of belonging
that he stayed In this wondrous city and spoke of what he had seen.
And this is what he said.
"Everton are the Peoples Club in Liverpool, The people on the streets support Everton."
And the people of the city rose up in their multitudes and hailed this man, saying,
"Yea, verily, we will follow you to the ends of the Earth, for you truly are, the Chosen One"
Ged Finnegan, in When Skies are Grey #142. Thanks for your loyalty, David Moyes