Editorial

“A cheerful heart is good medicine” said the wise King Solomon. Don’t you feel good when you are around someone who makes you feel happy. This is featured in our Health and Beauty page. On Father’s Day this month there will be children of all ages telling their Dad how good they feel because he is in their life. In turn he will feel good and hopefully healthy too.

  This month you can click onto our pages and find words of wisdom on fathering such as nine tips on being a great Dad and building up

relationships as a Step Dad. Find out more on this excellent website www.careforthefamily.org.uk who have contributed towards the Feature and Issues pages. They are offering a free book on being a Dad. Two other good sources are the www.fathersdirect.com and www.nfpi.org.

 Karen once again contributes from “The Family Book” available from the Stanborough Press. Her words of wisdom focus on how a Dad can make his girls feel comfortable with their gender and ways of joyfully building up family connections. Have a go at her suggestions and see what a difference it makes to your family’s health and beauty.

 Perhaps some of you are like me and feel sad at this time of year as your Dad died or is no longer around. Take time to go down memory lane and relive some happy memories or rejoice with others that they still have a super Dad. Like the Potpourri poem says the difference in life is a result of the Master’s Touch.

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'Twas battered and scarred, and the auctioneer

Thought it scarcely worth his while

To waste much time on the old violin,

But held it up with a smile;

"What am I bidden, good folks," he cried

"Who'll start the bidding for me?"

"A dollar – a dollar," then "Two – only two?

Two dollars, and who'll make it three?

Three dollars once; three dollars twice;

Going for three –" but no,

From the room far back, a grey haired man

Came forward and picked up the bow;

Then wiping the dust from the old violin

And tightening the loose strings,

He played a melody pure and sweet

As a carolling angel sings.

The music ceased, and the auctioneer

With a voice that was quiet and low,

Said, "What am I bid for the old violin?"

As he held it up with the bow.

"A thousand dollars, and who'll make it two?

Two thousand, and who'll make it three?

Three thousand, once, three thousand twice

And going and gone," said he.

The people cheered, but some of them cried,

"We don't quite understand

What changed its worth?"  Swift came the reply;

"The touch of a master's hand."

 And many a man with life out of tune

And battered and scarred with sin,

Is auctioned cheap to the thoughtless crowd,

Much like the old violin.

A 'mess of pottage' – and almost 'gone'

But the Master comes, and the foolish crowd

Never can quite understand

The worth of a soul and the change that's wrought

By the touch of the Master's hand.

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