Sad news on the morning show  it was affirmed an A British lad stolen away from home brought up and sent to school in Rome a priest he became and asked to serve the pagans of Ireland Who were known for their drink and fornicating which the patrician came to chase away a stubborn people are we we might except his God but we keep our drink -- a wee bit -- and our women we now marry and joyously frolly with,
My Father was born on this day when I was small his eyes were clear blue sported a beard of red and a very blond head of hair. Me well my eyes are a mystery in youth they would change as to my mood green with envy or black with furry blue when sad and brown when mad hazel they be these days a bit more green perhaps a bit of envy of those who have chosen Christ and made their way home while I chose him I AM still Left behind to try to spread the very great news Jesus Saves and what ever is at the end of the Rainbow can not compare to the home he has waiting in his fathers house with streets of Gold so pure you can see through it as if of Glass and all 12 precious stones are its foundations and the gates ate of Giant pearls Don't you want to give up on luck and except a sure thing That is what Jesus Loved and Died and rose up for and he is coming back again. Will you be ready when he does?