A reminiscence: CMF vs Nasho

When I turned 18, the looming lottery of National Service was on the horizon. In the year males turned 20, marbles were drawn from some mysterious government barrel. If your birthday was on a selected marble, you were “called up” to be a Nasho. This involved 10 weeks of boot camp and two years ofContinue reading “A reminiscence: CMF vs Nasho”

Pacifism: things they never taught me…

Ken is a very thorough theologian and historian in our congregation. He is also notching up a few years as an octogenarian and is carefully archiving his records for posterity. He has maintained a strong interest in pacifism throughout his life. This morning he presented me with a tattered copy of a pamphlet, The NewContinue reading “Pacifism: things they never taught me…”