Minister’s Message – September 18,2022

When I was a child, the buses that passed our house were red and the telephone vans were dark green. The trains that came through our local station were hauled by steam locomotives, and ambulances rang bells when they were rushing to an emergency. Our house was heated by coal fires, the “News Chronicle” was delivered each morning, we played records on the gramophone, and we listened to “The Archers” on the wireless every evening (we didn’t have a television as my parents thought it was a bit “common”). If we were away from our home and wanted to call someone, we had to find a phone box (and hope that we had 4d to put in the slot). Much of the world map was coloured pink, Harold Macmillan was Prime Minister and Queen Elizabeth was on the throne. Life seemed well-ordered, secure and fixed in stone.