“Willie Mackie´s Homecoming” #kilbirnie #northayrshire #scotland


Willie Mackie left Kilbirnie Scotland to emigrate to the USA as many people did before him, in search of a better life. As the title suggests, this was his homecoming celebration in Kilbirnie Gospel Hall Brethren Assembly.

This photo would be from the 1930s. Im not sure if he returned to the USA at a later date or settled in Kilbirnie again.

And what of Love? Poem

And what of Love?

And what of Love in brightest days
With illumined lofty shafts

And brings provision, gives us air,
To work our human crafts.

And heightened strains so sweet and low.
Upon the leaves and trees.

And brightens every young man’s heart from sickness and disease.

And on it’s wings white feathers seen
Of purity and graces

Rising higher in our thoughts.
From darkened mortal places.

And where it dwells upon the heart
With joyful power and praise.

We look to it to guide us home.
In every human way.

Poem: The Stranger

Why search upon the mines of time
Both future and the past
Why cry with bitter tearful eyes
For paradises lost?

What find ye in the darkest caves
In shafts of darkened thoughts
Where fears of death and earthly work
Become your only lot?

And as the loom of human mind
Does weave its saddened thoughts
There comes a Stranger to our sphere
A message he has brought

And with his lamplight on the walls
The shadows are displaced
No more the fears of darkened years
Our minds do penetrate

A light of Everlasting Laws
Eternal, sweet and strong
Daily shines into our thoughts
Transforming right from wrong

And as we learn to trust his Light
In daily paths we tread
We leave the world of shadowed dreams
For "God with us" instead

When we leave the world of dreams
Like Angel's rising thoughts
Glimpses of Divinity and
Holiness are caught

Caverns full of blackened coal
No more dark and cruel
Are stars upon infinite skies
As sparkling shining jewels

Paddington at Night

Today, I’m so grateful to be walking around London. Last night I went to a favourite place just behind the post office in Paddington. Its like a canal with modern apartment blocks towering into the distance.

I remember the nights sitting there, waiting, contemplating and thinking something HAD to happen in my very mundane life. The lights in the very high apartment blocks switched on and off like a 70s disco checked floor.

These lights reminded me that someone was still living. Also it reminded me just what a lonely place cities can be.

While walking around, the hymn “All is well” came to me and has stayed with me, reminding me there is nothing to fear.

There is a great peace, yet a slight sadness in that place.

Remembering Abdur Razak


One thing I always loved about Arab people is their culture. They have the innocence of Children yet the tenacity of hope. Unlike us, very cynical brits.

On the corner of Edgware Rd and Sussex Gardens London W2 during the 2000’s Abdur Razak from Libya was always on this corner defending Islam. It was a summer mission post for Christians to offer free resources to the Arabs and it became a great place to exchange thoughts and religious ideas.

As the Christians had set up a book stall, Muslims set up their own table to defend Islam right next to it.

He went on to preach at Speakers Corner every Sunday but his voice changed after an operation.

After the 2006 tube bombings, the tables vanished. The picture shows that large empty space. In these covid years its unlikely they will ever return.

I never knew what happend to Abdur Razak, maybe someone can tell me.