Cuthman watching his sheep: better days. |
They had been on the road for quite some time when the rope broke. He fashioned a new rope from willow fronds. Some local farmers laughed at his misfortune and weak little willow rope; a sudden rain storm then destroyed the crops of the merry farmers. Who's laughing now, Emmit? (Not Cuthman and his mom -- they were cold, wet, and homeless). Cuthman declared that when the willow rope broke, he'd stay in that spot and build a church. He and his mom made tracks for some time, but eventually the rope broke near Steyning. He built a small hut for himself and his mom, and then set about building a church.
Before beginning the construction of the church, he offered up this prayer: Moved by his enthusiasm, locals showed up to help build it. Their help was handy because Cuthman was not a master builder (though the wheel barrow had held up well). But even they had some trouble with the roof. Then a stranger wandered up and provided the technical expertise to solve the problem. Cuthman asked the stranger who he was; the man replied, "I am he in whose name you are building this church." Oh, well, ummm, thanks Jesus.
Devil's Dyke, an abortive flood plain |
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