The Henson Journals

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Friday, January 23rd, 1931.

Another beautiful day, but tending to be boisterous. I worked at a sermon for the Temple, but with little success: & in the afternoon, I walked round the Park with the dogs.

Alfred Toomey came to see me. He is evidently unequal to the strenuous & mechanical life ordained for a curate in this parish under the soulless automaton, who now holds the cure of souls. But what can be done?

The 'Church Times" emphasizes what it calls the 'débacle' of the Bishop of Liverpool, in his controversy with the Popish Archbishop. I doubt not that the substance of his indictment is just: but I suspect that he is quite unable to produce evidence for his statements. He is far too impulsive, credulous, & unreflecting for the task of controversy with so experienced & unscrupulous an adversary.

I finished Winston Churchill's fascinating book, "My Early life". It is extremely well–written, and quite extraordinarily interesting.

Also, on the Bishop of Jarrow's recommendation, I began to read a rather heavy volume of Essays, entitled "The Evangelical Doctrine of Holy Communion".

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