Two doors

You may know the riddle of the two men at the fork in the road. You are walking along the road and you know that there is a fork, one way of which will lead you to Althringham the other to Seudhampton. You wish to reach Althringham. There is only one signpost but both pointers say Althringham, how do you know which way to go?

Well you wait and hope that someone shall pass who will be able to help you. In due course a man comes along the road. You do not know where he comes from or where is he is going, but you do know that a man from Seudhampton will never the tell the truth, and a man from Althringham will always tell the truth.

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David

No, not king David this time, but Ashforth of whom it has been said:

“Consider the ministry. You will have lots of time for reading, and will be able to run your own show by thirty.” Such was the claim made by the Rev. David Ashforth, coordinator of the West London Chaplaincy, an ecumenical student ministry at various colleges in West London (UK), including my own Royal College of Music, in the late 1970s. His hope was that at least a few of us students might consider post-graduate study in theology and possibly ordination. Most would continue in sciences, mining, engineering or as with myself in the arts. David made his appeal at a time when many churches in Western Europe and North American still had buildings and could financially support the staff to run their programmes. There was an inkling however, even then, that things were about to change.

Ken Gray, a recently retired Anglican priest and Cathedral Dean living in Kamloops, BC Canada
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Theresienstadt

Ilse Weber (1903-1944) was an Austro-Czech composer who wrote this song during her time in Theresienstadt before she left for Auschwitz where she was murdered in the gas chamber with her young son.

Ich wandre durch Theresienstadt,
das Herz so schwer wie Blei.
Bis jäh mein’ Weg ein Ende hat,
Bis jäh mein’ Weg ein Ende hat,
dort knapp an der Bastei.
dort knapp an der Bastei.

Dort bleib ich auf der Brücke stehn
und schau ins Tal hinaus:
ich möcht so gerne weiter gehn,
ich möcht so gerne weiter gehn,
ich möcht so gern nach Haus!
ich möcht so gern nach Haus!

Nach Haus! du wunderbares Wort,
du machst das Herz mir schwer.
Man nahm mir mein Zuhause fort,
Man nahm mir mein Zuhause fort,
nun hab ich keines mehr.
nun hab ich keines mehr.

Ich wende mich betrübt und matt,
so schwer wird mir dabei:
Theresienstadt, Theresienstadt,
wann wohl das Leid ein Ende hat,
wann sind wir wieder frei?
wann sind wir wieder frei?

Whilst wandering through Theresienstadt
My heart as heavy as lead
My way came to a sudden end
My way came to a sudden end
Just by the bastion gate.
Just by the bastion gate.

I linger there upon the bridge
To look out on the vale
I long to walk on further then
I long to walk on further then
I long to go back home!
I long to go back home!

My home – those words are wonderful!
They cause my heart to groan.
They snatched my home away from me.
They snatched my home away from me.
I have nowhere to go.
I have nowhere to go.

Weary I wend my way distressed
Painful is life for me.
Theresienstadt! Theresienstadt!
When truly shall our sorrow end?
When shall we be set free?
When shall we be set free?

© Stuart Moffatt 2026

There is a beautiful snippet of Anne-Sofie von Otter singing Theresienstadt on Boosey’s website.

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Nurnberg

In 1945 several men fled to Christ in the face of the enormity of their sin. Major Henry Gerecke, a Lutheran army chaplain had been appointed to the accused at Nuremberg. His work was recorded by F T Grossmith in his book The Cross and the Swastika.

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Unto us a child is born

At this time of year we, in the West, have remembered the birth of Jesus in Bethlehem. Many in the Eastern church have yet to arrive at their day of remembrance, but whether West or East whilst it is good to remember his day it is better to remember what he said when he came into the world:

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Fear men?

Having come across Perkins in relation to the Creed, Coco noticed the following words:

Lastly, whereas wee haue learned that the soule of man is immortall, wee are hereby taught to take more care for the soule, then for the bodie. For it can not be extinguished. When it is condemned, euen then it is alwaies in dying, and can neuer die. But, alas, in this point the case is flat contrarie in the worlde: for men will labour all their life long to get for the bodie, but for the soule they care little or nothing at all, chuse it whether it sinke or swimme, goe to heauen or to hell, they looke not to it. This doth appeare to be true, by the practise and behaui|our of men on the Lordes day: for if the nomber of those which come to heare Gods worde, were compared with those which runne about their worldly wealth and pleasure, I feare me the better sort would be found to be but a little handfull to a huge heape, or as a droppe to the Ocean sea, in respect of the other. But wilt thou goe an hundred myle for the encrease of thy wealth, and delight of thy bodie? then think it not much to go ten thousand miles (if neede were) to take any paines for the good of thy soule, and to get foode for the same.

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Impersonational

It feels sometimes like waiting for the bus before there was real-time information about where the next one was, when eventually three would arrive together, so the first one is the standard warning which you may not need to read, and given the length of Coco’s musings he knows that at least one of you, dear readers, having chastised him off on several occasions for his wordiness, shall not read it. Many of you will be very well aware of the issue, and perhaps have no need to read any more than the next few words.

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Sedimentary acrobatics

It was an interesting article: Thousands of dinosaur footprints found on Italian mountain with a good come-on line, but it was not so much that as attracted Coco, as the evidence that the find provides.

Now Coco is not a geologist, but thinks he can tell the difference between a sandy beach and a hardened sedimentary rock face. He would ask geologically minded readers, please, to come to his assistance and correct, or provide better, or even good, explanations of the data. He would also ask such readers to forgive his ignorance to use the proper geologic terminology, or jargon, for what he wishes to describe, just as Carney may be forgiven for using the correct forms of English.

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