Jack B. Yeats

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yeats4Communicating with Prisoners, c. 1924

“Some day I will be remembered as the father of a great poet, and the poet is Jack.”

—John B. Yeats

Jack B. Yeats was born 29 August 1871 in London. He was the youngest of the five children of painter John B. Yeats, and brother to poet and Nobel Prize recipient William Butler Yeats.

Jack spent much of his childhood with his maternal grandparents in Sligo, Ireland, sketching the town’s surrounding countryside. After a return to London in 1887, he studied art and found work as an illustrator for magazines. In 1895, his water-colour “Strand Races, West of Ireland”  was accepted by the Royal Hibernian academy. Horses were a theme in many of Yeats’s works, along with boxing, travelling entertainers, and scenes from everyday life, both urban and pastoral. His painting “The Liffey Swim”  won a silver medal in the 1924 Olympics…

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SEEKING CONTINUITY AND PERMANENCE

The Time Tunnel

ESSAY-LIKE SUNDAY MORNING: Today’s lesson was brilliantly taught by Sister Johnson. The lesson was entitled, “SEEKING CONTINUITY AND PERMANENCE”. The Scripture was from Hebrews 7:1-3, 19-28. The KEY VERSE was verse 24 which reads, “Because Jesus lives forever, He has a permanent priesthood” (NIV).

The writer of Hebrews faced a daunting task, that of convincing a bunch of Jews, who revered Moses and Father Abraham, and whose tradition dictated that the male descendants of Jacob’s son Levi, the patron of one of the “12 tribes of Israel”, be the designated “priests” of Israel. They were the only ones allowed access to the “Holy of Holies”—the place where God dwelled on earth.

In previous lessons, “the writer” contended that Jesus was greater than all of the prophets, the angels, Moses and Aaron, and the designated, “high priests” of the Levite lineage.

Change can sometimes be a great obstacle to progress. The…

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My Diary: Flying Above Blood Red Clouds

Gerald's Rather Strange Diary

As usual for a day that begins with a gargoyle balancing on the rim of a teacup I left the house early,‭ ‬an aerial pinned to my lapel and a television handkerchief in my pocket.‭ ‬I gave the man sat in an over ripe vegetable marrow my money and he spat out several numbers and a white dove of paper which I caught before I or it could fly away‭ ‬-‭ ‬I knew I wouldn’t go far but doves sometimes become peregrine falcons.‭ ‬After shopping in a blue whale carcass awaiting resurrection I boarded a long tongue and sprung back into a cavernous mouth.‭ ‬The chameleon was toasting a fire alarm and we sat down in a wind tunnel and made up words out of smoke.‭ ‬The lizard king left before I had climbed a tree but after a tree had climbed me.‭ ‬When it had reached the roof we…

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