Letters to the Lincolnshire Free Press and Spalding Guardian editor – w/c September 21, 2020
Practice what you preach
I was disappointed to read about Coun Jack McLean being stripped of his positions at the district council.
I have always been impressed with how he works and gets things done for the benefit of Spalding and community.
I was pleased to see the many positive comments on Facebook about Jack’s hard work, but unfortunately these comments were spoiled by a nasty comment from Coun Angela Newton.
A few weeks ago, Angela delivered a leaflet and it said about COVID-19, the only thing we should spread is kindness.
If only she could have listened to her own advice. Independent councillors are clearly the same as those from political parties, They say one thing, but do another.
Weekend still a success
The Friends of Spalding Cemetery would like to thank everybody for their support during Heritage Week.
The COVID-19 restrictions did not dampen our plans and more than 100 people visited the two chapels and the grounds, with some very generous donations made.
We also thank the cemetery staff and Cemetery Lodge residents for their support.
There were plenty of opportunities to learn about local history from stories told by visitors.
We look forward to the day when we can greet visitors under normal circumstances.
Friends intend to continue the work in the cemetery unless restricted, and welcome new helpers. Watch for news of our activities on Facebook: ‘Friends of Spalding Cemetery’.
On behalf of Friends of Spalding Cemetery
‘We’ve been helping the hedgehogs’
After reading the Lincolnshire Wildlife Trust article by Rachel Shaw on declining numbers of hedgehogs, I thought I would send you the shots taken by the wildlife camera we bought my mother for Christmas last year, showing four feeding together on her doorstep.
She puts out dried meal worms and fresh water every evening.
We do too, and the most we have seen together at any one time is three, one larger we took to
be mum with two smaller babies.
We have also had to take a few of them to Caddington Hedgehogs at Old Leake for help over the last four years. One was attacked by a dog, two were found
wandering around in daylight and one was too small to survive hibernation, but after treatment they all recovered and were released back into the wild.
THOUGHT FOR THE WEEK: Walk a mile in my shoes
The admonition to walk a mile in someone else’s shoes comes from a poem by Mary Lathrap titled Judge Softly, published in 1895.
It means, before judging someone, you need to be able to empathise with their experiences, challenges, thought processes, etc.
In other words, you can never really understand someone until you have lived their life.
I think this is something that I, we, society as a whole has forgotten. Teenagers are condemned for being ‘woke’ and people criticise ‘Black Lives Matter’ by saying ‘all lives matter’.
Others condemn a ‘tidal wave of refugees’ and suggest they ‘go somewhere else’.
I ask myself how well do I understand the teenagers’ anxiety, the anger of a BAME man or the hope of a mother who will do anything to give her children a better future?
I am so typical, it’s painful – white, middle class, middle aged and male – which typically means I can hardly understand myself let alone hope to understand others!
When God wanted to understand what it was really like to be human, He became human and walked among His people.
Jesus, who was God as a human being, lived for 33 years. The last three of which were spent walking, teaching and healing.
But He spent all his life doing what any of us do – laughing and crying, living with parents and siblings, eating, working, going to weddings and parties. He really walked in our shoes.
He had a group of friends and followers, some of whom were His disciples.
They knew Him pretty well, they loved Him like a brother and would do anything for Him, but they could not walk in His shoes. His could not be theirs. His future had to be different.
Having walked in our shoes and lived our lives, He knew our hopes and fears, our frustrations and disappointments, our weaknesses and ambitions to be more.
He understood, He empathised. And so, He gave up His life as a sacrifice for us. He was nailed to a cross as a sacrifice for us, the key to our salvation. Only He could walk in those shoes.
Harvest Church, Spalding