Aunt Mary's Funeral was of course a sad affair. Whilst it took 5 and half minutes for the minister to actually say Aunt Mary's name the service as a whole was about "The Church" and being with God. For Aunt Mary we are all happy that this is what she wanted, however, I can now understand why my father is unable to have any sympathy with the Presbeterian Church. The rest of the sermons were taken up with us being sinners and going to hell, unless we mended our ways.
Where has the "love" of Christ gone? Where was the forgiveness?
Aunt Mary would have loved her last day. Surrounded by the Walkers, McDowells, the Andrews and the Reids. Quite a gathering all in all.
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Hi Gill and Jimmy,
great. The best one's on aunty Mary's funeral, Catherine told me about it last Wednesday having coffee, now I really understand dad's aversion towards the Presbyterian church, how the hell were we born sinners. Oh these unbelievers, whose fault is it!
Hope the knee and the kitchen are coming along
Love
Mary
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