TODAY IS MY BIRTHDAY!
There are, of course, some advantages of having your birthday so close to 25 December.
As a child I particularly prized the fact that I would never have to go to school on this my special day. Remember, I went to primary school during the 1950’s when school was not meant to be fun. No Happy Birthday hat at St Nicks’.
And as an adult the big bonus is that my loving family – should they remember – can buy my presents in the sales, giving more ban
Fascinating phone conversation with John last night. The last time we spoke it changed my life.
It was way back in February 1963 when Roger from my Covenanter Group invited me to the 6.30 pm Gospel Service at the sponsoring church, Oxford Hall, a small Brethren assembly.
By then I had been attending Covies for a few months, having been rescued from the sheer boredom of Prayer Book Matins at St Nicholas’, my childhood church.
I could sense somehow that God was at w
“Our job,” reflects Archbishop Sentamu, “is to lead people to Jesus and leave them there.”
I’ve just read these words in Jeremy Duff’s excellent BRF Guidelines as part of my time with God this morning.
Over the last six days, preparing for Christmas, his notes has helped me explore the prologue of John’s Gospel, the opening 18 verses, with each day focussed on just one or two verses. It’s always a rewarding experience to savour God’s word slowly and simply allow its me
“Surprise,” observed Boris Pasternak, “is the greatest gift which life can grant us.” That certainly was my experience yesterday afternoon.
The cathedral was packed for the carol service: great atmosphere, a real sense of occasion. The choirs were getting into position, final sound check. Clearly a lot of preparation had gone into this service.
I arrived in good time. After all I was leading the service along with Father Peter. So we took a service card to see what we
I’ve done it no less than four times – and each time I walk even more slowly to relish the moment.
Mr Markle has all this to look forward to according to the Royal Wedding Exclusive in this morning’s Daily Mirror. There we have the vivid headline “I’d love to walk Meghan down the aisle.”
It seems that this reclusive dad has broken his silence to “Mirrorman Chris” who flew over specially to Mexico to give us this long-awaited news.
Strangely while the story dominates
"It looks awful. Why bother? It does not look festive at all. Take it down along with all the railings. Embarrassing to be from Derby."
So as we enter December, we have our first awful Christmas tree story.
In fact, just a few moments ago (life has since moved on) it was the lead piece on the BBC news website with the startling heading “Derby cordoned-off Christmas tree 'an embarrassment.'”
Such stories are now part of the annual ritual of the Festive Season.