Friday, February 08, 2013

Seeing angels in strangers


Continue to love each other like brothers, and remember always to welcome strangers, for by doing this, some people have entertained angels without knowing it. Keep in mind those who are in prison, as though you were in prison with them; and those who are being badly treated, since you are in the one body. Hebrews 13 : 1-3

Clean your heart and allow my Angels to sing in it! 
part message, August 2, 2005

THE STRANGER • by John Manifold

A stranger came into the district last week,
He wasn’t a Balt and he wasn't a Greek;
We enquired was he Irish? He answered us, “No”.
He came from up North where the pineapples grow.

He answered so mannerly, so quite at his ease,
Saying neither too much nor too little to please,
He was hardly a stranger by tea-time, although
He came from up North where the pineapples grow.

We swapped the old stories of famine and flood
And the crook politicians that suck a man’s blood;
We had reckoned they might have been local, but no! 
It’s the same in the North where the pineapples grow.

We tickled his fancy with peaches and cream, 
We showed him Polled Angus all sleek as a dream; 
He agreed they were “mighty”, but still he must go –
He was needed up North where the pineapples grow.

The moral of this is too plain to be spoke:
The bloke on the land is a sensible bloke
Be he brown as a berry, or black as a crow,
Or just from up North where the pineapples grow.

Anthony and his ‘guardian angel’, waiting for assistance at the Cenacolo Community.