Ramble for Kirwan Uniting Church's Keeping in Touch pew sheet 3 August 2025

The Rambler Returns

Since I last graced the pages of this august publication, a few things have got worse. With my physiology, I mean. I’m deafer, my balance is even more, er, unbalanced, the doc says my blood sugar  takes me into diabetes land, and my memory is not as an elephant’s. But on this latter point, I have a couple of things in common with John Newton.



With Rambling Love

Richard (who has just noticed that he held his first service at KUC seven years ago next Tuesday.)


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