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Give your angel
some work to do
he will not mind at all.
Invoke him in all situations
whether big or small.
Send him in ahead of you
to prepare and smooth your way
and take care of all the details
that crop up in your day.
Talk to your angel
as you’d talk to a friend
and his wonderful assistance
to you he’ll extend.
Read my book an answers to prayer free on-line by clicking here
Share these two links with your family and friends.
Internet Etiquette and more
On email on twitter on facebook
on forum,
write your messages with
heaps of decorum
If you can’t put it on a postcard
then don’t put it on the net.
Don’t send off something
you’ll live to regret!
Reputations are ruined
and jobs have been lost.
Bad behaviour on the internet
comes at high cost.
Don’t criticise work mates
Don’t slander your neighbour.
Make Christianity the standard
for internet behaviour.
The cyber bullies and
the hackers who steal,
need to stop and think
how their victims will feel.
Some spread viruses that
computers do wreak
and congratulate themselves
on being hi-tech.
In reality
their just plain mean,
no matter how clever
to themselves they seem.
If you have failed
there’s no need for despair.
A simple apology
will start to repair.
When paying bills
on the net,
Security
do not neglect!
Cyber criminals
Will always trim,
any bank account
that they can skim!
Your WiFi connection
should be password protected
To stop it from being
intercepted.
This is an updated version of my poem.
The king and queen no baby had;
They longed to be a mum and dad;
To pagan gods they prayed each day;
But still no baby came their way.
Then good advice was given them;
It proved to be a priceless gem;
Christians are what you should be;
Then a baby blessing;
You shall see!
When this was done; 
The grace was granted;
And with little Philomena;
They were enchanted!
When little Philomena had reached twelve years;
Bad news filled up their eyes with tears;
On their country small and poor;
The emperor of Rome;
declared a war !
Let’s go to Rome;
The King told wife and daughter;
To plead with the emperor;
to prevent this slaughter.
At the mighty
Emperor’s court;
They pleaded with him;
the war to abort.
The emperor had a new idea;
He said there’s nothing more to fear.
Give me your daughter;
To be my wife;
And I promise her;
A wonderful life!
The offer took them
By surprise;
A refusal would mean;
Their country’s demise.
The king and queen were filled with gladness;
But Philomena was overcome by sadness.
To be a bride of Christ;
She’d already taken a vow;
No way would Philomena;
Let it be broken now.
The answer was a steadfast no;
The emperor now his force would show!
To the dungeon Philomena was deployed;
All manner of torture was employed;
It was all to no avail;
The emperor’s methods were doomed to fail.
Because God Himself defended her soul;
Philomena kept her eyes on her heavenly goal.
The maiden Philomena;
Was strengthened by faith and grace;
Until the day she could behold;
God face to face.
Finally the maiden Philomena was beheaded;
And the onlookers wept;
For many centuries in the catacombs;
She silently slept.
At last her relics were located;
And the excavators were elated;
When Philomena’s relics,
Were brought up to the ground;
Miracles started to abound !
Some folks thought that miracles;
Had stopped with the Bible;
With Philomena;
They had a revival.
The sneering cynics;
Who had announced God’s demise;
Were by Philomena’s miracles;
Dealt a surprise.
Saint Philomena’s fame;
Spread everywhere;
And people ran to her;
Pleading in prayer.
No one was forgotten;
No one was left out;
The cripples;
The dying;
The sad;
And the needy;
All of them found;
Her miracles speedy.
From heaven she surveys;
All of our needs;
And on our behalf;
With God she pleads.
Say a prayer to Saint Philomena;
And light her a candle;
Because there is no problem;
That she cannot handle.
There’s one thing more;
We should not ignore;
From her grave of silent obscurity;
She has come back to teach us;
About goodness and purity.
Electrocuted!
Joanna’s younger brother and sister both had the bad habit of putting their wet hands on the electric light switches. One night Joanna’s mother received a striking sign from Saint Philomena and straight after that, she heard Joanna scream. When Joanna turned on the light she got electrocuted. Joanna felt the 240 Volts travel right down her arm, despite this she was alright and no real harm was done. Joanna’s mother attributes this protection to Saint Philomena. A priest who heard about this incident quipped that “You could say that she is a girl with good connections!”
An unexpected visit from the doctor
The following event took place in Ireland over seventy years ago. A lady was seriously ill and needed urgent medical attention, however the family did not send for a doctor, because they could not afford the necessary fee. They knew that the doctor would not come to the house unless they could pay the fee. Later in the day the doctor arrived (unexpectedly) at the house. He said that a tall girl with long hair had come into his office that day and had paid the fee on their behalf. The family had not mentioned the matter to anyone except to Saint Philomena in prayer.
The poem and the stories are from my book: Help from Heaven (Answers to Prayer) which can be read free on line at the following link:
Our local council had a Medieval Fair over the weekend. I met these two characters at the fair. This set me off into a poetic mood and I have been having a shot at writing a poem on Robin Hood.
Robin Hood (poem)
In Sherwood Forest
in a leafy glen
lived Robin Hood
and the Merry men.
To the poor they gave
from the rich they stole
their daring exploits
have often been told.
An expert archer
was Robin Hood
no one else
could shoot as good!
There was a price
on Robin’s head
if he was caught
He’d soon be dead!
The Lady Marion
became his wife
she now shared
the outlaw’s life.
Was he a hero?
Was he a saint?
Robin Hood a saint?
He sure aint!
Stealing from the rich
to give to the poor
is not a moral act
that’s for sure!
The commos still work
like this today
wealth redistribution
is their way!
Beware of governments
when this they do
Robin Hood did it first
it’s nothing new!
I was watching a lady cook this dish today at an outdoor festival, and she told me how to make the dish. Marinate chicken drumsticks in red wine and then brown the chicken drumsticks in oil. Place the browned chicken drumsticks, with the contents of one bottle of red wine, the contents of one carton of (commercial) chicken stock, salt, pepper, onions, garlic and mushrooms into an oven proof pot with a lid and bake at 150 C for about 80 minutes, then test to see if it is cooked. If it is needed, cook longer.
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