Lenses, Opticians and A Feel Good Story ...


Hi There , sit down and relax for a while ...



Well, I checked around all the opticians in the area and have ended up going back to my original opticians where I will be making use of the frames I had, so now they will only be charging £49 for two pairs of glasses - they will reglaze lenses and place them into my frames ...... So much for the assistant telling me that it would be cheaper to buy new frames and lenses hehehehe.... One pair for reading and one pair for distance which is a bit of a pain in the neck ...... The distance ones will be coated with react-to-light lenses which means they will darken if the sun is shining - fat chance of that happening in Scotland, but heigh ho, ya never know hehehe ...

It's gonna be a real nuisance having to change my glasses when I have to read anything but I was determined not to be held to ransom and have to pay out nearly three hundred pounds for two pairs just to have the facility of the varifocal lens whereby I could read with both ... So , if you are visiting the land of the Tartan in the near future and happen to come across an ancient and flustered looking woman who is struggling between two pairs of glasses which she has hung around her neck you will know it's me - just give me a shout and we can meet up and go for a coffee...

I'm keeping my fingers and toes crossed that my little cataracts will grow and become big cataracts in the not too distant future then I can ' swank' real sunglasses and not ones which have tinted react-to-light lenses.... Just think, I've had to wear eyeglasses for nearly forty years ( they have for all that time been the first thing I put on in the morning and the last thing I take off at night ) and ' now ' in the relatively near future I won't need to ...... FANTASTICO !

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I received this next story in email form and it was sent to me as true , whether it is or isn't I can't be sure - but either way it's a great story . They do say that God works in mysterious ways ...... so you never know .

The brand new pastor and his wife, newly assigned to their first ministry, to reopen a church in suburban Brooklyn, they arrived in early October - excited about their opportunities. When they saw their church, it was very run down and needed a lot of work. They set a goal to have everything down in time to have their first service on Christmas Eve. They worked hard, repairing pews, plastering walls and painting etc. On December 18th they were on schedule and just about finished.

On December 19th a terrible tempest - a driving rainstorm hit the area and it lasted for two days. On the 21st, the pastor went over to the church. His heart sank when he saw that the roof had leaked, causing a large area of plaster about 20 feet by 8 feet to fall off the front wall of the sanctuary just behind the pulpit. Beginning about head high. The pastor cleaned up the mess on the floor and not knowing what else to do but postpone the Christmas Eve service he headed home. On the way he noticed that a local business was having a flea market type sale for charity so he stepped in. One of the items was a beautiful old crocheted tablecloth with exquisite work, fine colours and a cross embroidered right in the centre. It was the right size to cover the hole in the front wall.

He bought it and headed back to the church. By this time it had started to snow. An older woman running from the opposite direction was trying to catch a bus - she missed it. The pastor invited her to wait in the warm church for the next bus 45 minutes later. She sat in a pew and paid no attention to the pastor . While he got a ladder, hangers etc to put up the tablecloth as a wall tapestry. The pastor could hardly believe how beautiful it looked and it covered up the entire problem area. He noticed the woman walking down the centre aisle - her face was like a sheet. "Pastor" she asked, "where did you get that tablecloth?" The pastor explained, the woman asked him to check the lower right corner to see if the initials, EBG were crocheted into it there.. They were - these were the initials of the woman and she had made this tablecloth 35 years before in Austria.

The woman could hardly believe it as the pastor told how he had just gotten "The Tablecloth". The woman explained that before the ware she and her husband were well-to-do people in Austria. When the Nazis came, she was forced to leave. Her husband was going to follow her the next week. He was captured, sent to prison and she never saw her husband or her home again. The pastor wanted to give her the tablecloth but she made the pastor keep it for the church and insisted on driving her home. That was the least he could do. She lived on the other side of Staten Island and was only in Brooklyn for the day for a housecleaning job. What a wonderful service they had on Christmas Eve. The church was almost full. The music and the spirits were great. At the end of the service, the Pastor and his wife greeted everyone at the door and many said that they would return.

One older man, whom the pastor recognized from the neighborhood continued to sit in one of the pews and stare, and the pastor wondered why he wasn't leaving. The man asked him where he got the tablecloth on the front wall because it was identical to one that his wife had made years ago when They lived in Austria before the war and how Could there be two tablecloths so much alike? He told the pastor how the Nazis came, how he forced his wife to flee for her safety and he was supposed to follow her, but he was arrested and put in a prison. He never saw his wife or his home again all the 35 years between.

The pastor asked him if he would allow him to take him for a little ride. They drove to Staten Island and to the same house where the pastor had taken the woman three days earlier. He helped the man climb the three flights of stairs to the woman's apartment, knocked on the door and he saw the greatest Christmas reunion he could ever imagine.

Submitted by Pastor Rob Reid, Brooklyn N.Y...... God does indeed work in mysterious ways. Lovely story isn't it? Is it true ??

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I found this recently and it appealed to me...
Part of the wonder of the festive season is that it can be found in the smallest of things and in the humblest of people. I particularly like these lines by Eva K. Logue.

"A Christmas candle is a lovely thing,
it makes no noise at all,
but softly gives itself away.
While quite unselfish, it grows small."




Cheers from the land of the Tartan, Love Kate xxx.

*Wayhayyyy... Andy Murray went through this morning to the 'Final' in the Australian Tennis Championship on Sunday ...
Wishing you "The Best of Luck Andy!"