tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2389530333077823143.post469556133739767669..comments2024-01-08T10:10:48.074+00:00Comments on That The Bones You Have Crushed May Thrill: Matthew Parris Visited Relics of St Therese at WestminsterThe Boneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10271719805983763595noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2389530333077823143.post-77647067424143815232009-10-16T16:36:26.569+01:002009-10-16T16:36:26.569+01:00He's obviously lying about the foreigners. Ev...He's obviously lying about the foreigners. Every englishman knows only the english can queue, and even that virtue seems to be disappearing these days.<br /><br />I honestly thought the Matthew Parris article was a hoax til I followed the link!Ronannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2389530333077823143.post-72287896102704510462009-10-16T10:29:09.714+01:002009-10-16T10:29:09.714+01:00"Few in my queue were English, I’m pleased to..."Few in my queue were English, I’m pleased to say."<br /><br />Of course, only Johnny Foreigner would be as gullible as to stand in a queue for hours to gawp at a box which may or may not contain the bones of some French nun who nobody had heard of until last week. Thank God the English aren't as stupid.Crux Fidelishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03949811845963570447noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2389530333077823143.post-7849777728441930302009-10-15T17:22:05.882+01:002009-10-15T17:22:05.882+01:00I loved the line in the original article, when Mat...I loved the line in the original article, when Matthew Parris describes himself: "I think I’m a Protestant atheist." Priceless.Fr Paul Johnsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08107161894913745109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2389530333077823143.post-51473716293773848112009-10-15T13:27:00.777+01:002009-10-15T13:27:00.777+01:00I liked this comment on MPs article -
Guerit D wr...I liked this comment on MPs article -<br /><br />Guerit D wrote: <br />Tuesday, I too took the tube to Victoria and then made my way to Westminster Cathedral. I joined the queues, bought two roses and touched the perspex cover of the casket containing her relics. Afterwards, I picked up a copy (free) of a booklet by the Little Way Association helping missionary projects in her name - the little way of love. Inside the leaflet were pictures of the poor people helped in Bangladesh,Kenya, India, Nigeria and elsewhere. On the cover was a a picture of a fresh-faced young nun with a twinkle in her large brown eyes together with a some unshakeable determination to pursue what she saw as goodness. Not just a humble girl, but an extraodinary girl who went to see the Pope when she was fifteen because she wanted a special dispensation to become a nun - to give her life to God. When I read her memoirs, i discovered not a Saint, but a strangely modern young woman who went on with her mission in spite of her doubts. She would spend her heaven doing good on earth. I went to Westminster to honour that her and her extraordinary destiny. And when I lit my candles, it was a prayer for my dead, but also, I realised afterwards, a prayer for me. As with everything else, what you see is what you look for.Crux Fidelishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03949811845963570447noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2389530333077823143.post-70603843748429260712009-10-15T13:26:03.441+01:002009-10-15T13:26:03.441+01:00This comment has been removed by the author.Crux Fidelishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03949811845963570447noreply@blogger.com