Piddingworth Greg Benton |
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| 'Piddingworth...where St. George's Cross is not yet banned.' --Mark Steyn |
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| Live as free people, yet without using your freedom as a pretext for evil; but live as servants of God. (1Peter 2) |
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| The blue sky can tumble down upon us
And the earth can also collapse It doesn't matter, if you love me I don't care about the entire world As long as love floods my mornings As long as my body trembles beneath your hand These problems don't matter My love, since you love me I would go to the end of the earth I would dye my hair blonde If you asked it of me I would go take down the moon I would go steal a fortune If you asked it of me I would disown my country I would disown my friends If you asked it of me People can have a good laugh at me I would do anything If you asked it of me If one day life tears you from me If you die that you be far from me It doesn't matter, if you love me Because, me, I will die also We will have eternity for ourselves In the great blue immensity In the sky, no more problems My love, do you believe we love each other ? God reunites those who love! |
| Hymne à l'amour
Le ciel bleu sur nous peut s'effondrer Et la Terre peut bien s'écrouler Peut m'importe si tu m'aimes Je me fous du monde entier Et tant que l'amour inondera mes matins Et tant que mon corps frémira sous tes mains Peut m'importent les problèmes Mon amour puisque tu m'aimes J'irai jusqu'au bout du monde Je me ferai teindre en blonde Si tu me le demandais J'irai décrocher la Lune J'irai voler la fortune Si tu me le demandais Je renierai ma patrie Je renierai mes amis Si tu me le demandais On peut bien rire de moi Moi je ferai n'importe quoi Si tu me le demandais Et si un jour la vie t'arrache à moi Si tu meures que tu sois loin de moi Peu m'importe si tu m'aimes Car moi je mourrai aussi Et nous aurons pour nous l'éternité Dans le bleu de toute l'immensité Dans le ciel plus de problèmes Mon amour crois-tu qu'on s'aime ? Dieu réunit ceux qui s'aiment! |
| IN the very moving film, Brief Encounter, a woman and a man, each married with children, meet by chance at a railway station. Immediately attracted to one another, they agree to meet again and then again and then again and ultimately 'fall in love'. Set in 1940's, their relationship is not consummated as it seems the ordinary thing to do today. They go to the cinema, walks in the country and even to a friend's flat...all the while their passion deepening. The pace, dramatic Rachmaninoff piano score and cinematography readily draws one into the tension that such an affair in such circumstances inevitably grows. It also demonstrates a view of 'love', as caritas, that is at the very heart of endurance and life: sacrifice. Even the pulsating rush of a romantic interlude does not vanquish the deeper realities of these people's lives; his, to go to South Africa with his family to serve as a physician; hers, to 'return' to her husband and children and family where the romance and passion past has been trumped by the greater truth that exists for them. St. Valentine was a Roman, Christian martyr, i.e., he gave up his life for his faith in Christ. The celebration of 'love' that his feast day has become is far removed from the love for which he lived and died. Yet, for any who would seek love in another, it still is to be found in that place where, as Edith Piaf sang in her 'Hymn à l'amour', 'it doesn't matter, because I will also die'; love being that which I surrender for the sake of the one whom I love and who surrenders to and will die for 'me'. The flowers, chocolate and intimate dinners are all a lovely thing for people to share in their romance but long after the petals have wilted and the sweets forgotten and the physical passions passed, it is to love that one must return; if it is indeed there. If it is not, we must necessarily seek it, for it is the very heart of life. The woman's husband, acknowledging the 'journey' that had taken her 'away' from her family and home, gratefully, generously and understandingly thanked her for 'coming back'. That too, is the message of the gospel of the Christ who died for all of us: Come back to your home and to the one who loves you; who dies for you and who forgives. |
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