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Sermon for Sunday 23 May 2004
And it came to pass in the land of Bedford, by the tree of Jeremiah and close to the Sharpenhoe clappers. The tribes of the Offroad Brethren made a Hajj or pilgrimage, coming together from many towns and cities to celebrate their faith.
The tribes rode in decorated chariots, polished and gleaming and needing many horses to pull their weight. Many costing thousands of Shekels
All the tribes met in the assembly place, Gathering together by chariot name.
Toy of Ota to the right, Land of Rover to the left and the Suzuki chariots in the centre. The chariots of no name left to find any place they could.
Many voices of praise and admiration of the beautiful chariots lined up for inspection
and the friendly banter of old acquaintances hoping to buy or sell goods and chattels
could be heard all around.
The tribesmen had many strange names, Hornygolop, Sumo, Koi, Rubble in Bags, Kite Surf Phil and many more weird and wonderful titles.
All around the wilderness of the Devil’s Pit waited for the sacrificial lambs to venture forth to test their will against the violent hills and desperate valleys.
The deep pits of despond filled with corruption, bubbled evil smelling gases.
Sharp flints and deep ruts conspired together to break the chariots of the innocent.
Time to “play”
The brothers climbed into the chariots and with the reverence of religious ceremony drove in convoy into the wilderness.
I bravely accepted a ride with luckily, a very good driver.
What followed defies description!
Into valleys of death, over blind hills at speed, though narrow tracks rutted and twisted, brushed by undergrowth with shear drops on every side (if you were brave enough to keep your eyes open). On all sides chariots driven by demented faithful emerged from other tracks each driver in his own state of excited fervour
Suspension bottomed, mud flew, wipers vainly tried to clear a view.
Laxatives unnecessary on this trip.
Back to the gathering ground, chariots besmirched with mud.
We were uninjured the chariot was undamaged. The Gods had been kind.
The trial by Off Roading was done.
The nervous tension of the brothers replaced now with a wicked humour.
Thank you brother Sumo for the experience.
And it came to pass in the land of Bedford, by the tree of Jeremiah and close to the Sharpenhoe clappers. The tribes of the Offroad Brethren made a Hajj or pilgrimage, coming together from many towns and cities to celebrate their faith.
The tribes rode in decorated chariots, polished and gleaming and needing many horses to pull their weight. Many costing thousands of Shekels
All the tribes met in the assembly place, Gathering together by chariot name.
Toy of Ota to the right, Land of Rover to the left and the Suzuki chariots in the centre. The chariots of no name left to find any place they could.
Many voices of praise and admiration of the beautiful chariots lined up for inspection
and the friendly banter of old acquaintances hoping to buy or sell goods and chattels
could be heard all around.
The tribesmen had many strange names, Hornygolop, Sumo, Koi, Rubble in Bags, Kite Surf Phil and many more weird and wonderful titles.
All around the wilderness of the Devil’s Pit waited for the sacrificial lambs to venture forth to test their will against the violent hills and desperate valleys.
The deep pits of despond filled with corruption, bubbled evil smelling gases.
Sharp flints and deep ruts conspired together to break the chariots of the innocent.
Time to “play”
The brothers climbed into the chariots and with the reverence of religious ceremony drove in convoy into the wilderness.
I bravely accepted a ride with luckily, a very good driver.
What followed defies description!
Into valleys of death, over blind hills at speed, though narrow tracks rutted and twisted, brushed by undergrowth with shear drops on every side (if you were brave enough to keep your eyes open). On all sides chariots driven by demented faithful emerged from other tracks each driver in his own state of excited fervour
Suspension bottomed, mud flew, wipers vainly tried to clear a view.
Laxatives unnecessary on this trip.
Back to the gathering ground, chariots besmirched with mud.
We were uninjured the chariot was undamaged. The Gods had been kind.
The trial by Off Roading was done.
The nervous tension of the brothers replaced now with a wicked humour.
Thank you brother Sumo for the experience.
Nice summary!!!
yeah its just my 'special' camera!!!
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