What do the following men all have in common? Napoleon Boneparte, Captain Mainwaring from Dad’s Army, Charlie Chaplin, Attila the Hun & Ghandi. Maybe this joke will help if you haven’t got it … Short people: We maintain a positive attitude on life because we’re always looking up. Yep. You guessed it. They’re all short. Very short. Folk say that sometimes short men have an attitude problem. It’s as though they have something to prove. I wonder if that’s what was with Zaccheus. You can read his story in Luke 19. He was, as the old Sunday School song puts … Continue reading A short man with a big issue
I’ve just seen this advert for Mothering Sunday, or Mother’s Day as it seems to be becoming, in homage to our American cousins. Anyway, this advert was letting us all know that the perfect gift for mum on the big day is no longer flowers or chocolates, but a nice bottle of Prosecco. Apparently it’s what all the moms want these days: to get drunk and pass out on Sunday afternoon. The idea of ladies who like a tipple is not new. The prophet Amos saw it in the town of Bashan. He wasn’t too complimentary about these ladies who … Continue reading Mums love Prosecco?
For too many centuries, history has been written by men. The voice of women has not been heard. So it’s great to celebrate the first votes for women this week. It is a joy and a delight that we live in an age where true equality it within our grasp, even if not quite totally here yet. The voices of women really do need to be heard. One of the extraordinary things about the Bible is how Jesus treated women. We don’t know a great deal about many of the women in the New Testament, but what we do know … Continue reading Mary, Mary, quite contrary?
Are there any foods you really hate? I’ve two at the top of my revulsion list. Bananas and olives. Bananas are just slimy. I can’t stand the texture. And the salty, bitter taste of olives? Yeuch! In perhaps the oldest … Continue reading The unluckiest man ever
Have you ever tried to fix something but ended up making the situation a whole lot worse? Me and DIY don’t go together so well. I had a stain once on my coffee table. I tried using the sanding tool on my electric drill to smooth it off. That’s when I realised it was veneered. I ended up having to chuck out the whole coffee table. What was once a beautiful table ended up as junk at the recycling centre. King David has a ‘coffee table’ situation. David is the youngest son of Jesse, a sheep farmer from the village … Continue reading A man after God’s own heart
A judge was in his office with the lawyers from the prosecution and defence standing in front of him. “This is totally unacceptable”, he glared at them. “You, lawyer Jones have sent me a bribe of £10,000 And you, Lawyer … Continue reading Judges
Sometimes people ask me what God’s Plan is for their lives, as though there was an individualised, personalised plan just for them. I don’t think the Bible teaches this. Not at all*. Rather, there is a divine master plan and He calls us to walk in step with Him. All that said, our part in his plan may depend on a supernatural word for us to see it. Or it may have a lot to do with our personality. What I mean is, the job God has for us may very closely fit in with our character, cracks and all. … Continue reading Portrait of a serial killer
It was so funny. I know a guy… He will remain nameless because his insecurities are such that he couldn’t cope with being named in a blog like this. He honestly came up to me once and said: “I’m being … Continue reading Cracked Pots: Pride comes before a fall
Some of us struggle and wrestle with God. He works with that and us glorified through it. Continue reading Struggle and Strife
Ever noticed how old pottery has a beauty all of its own? I’d love to be a pottery expert. I go aorund charity shops with my wife, Katy, and I’ve seen some of the blue and white stuff from China and I don’t know if I’m looking an Ming or Han dynasty. But there can be a real beauty, even in stuff that is old and cracked. Sometimes they deliberatly put in errors into the firing process. I think they call it crackle glaze, like in the photo here. Sometimes I feel like I am old and cracked. No longer … Continue reading Cracked Pots
One of the advantages of living in a house full of ladies has been Strictly Come Dancing. Over the years of watching the show, right from the first series in 2004, our little girl would jump up and down in excitement. Now she is 17, and I’ve a growing appreciation for the art form. The Foxtrot, the Lindy Hop & the American Smooth. Who can forget Austin Healey’s Pasa Doble or Chris & Ola’s Charleston? Until today I had a few days when I felt progressively better each day. In my mind I felt like I was in a Viennese … Continue reading It’s an Argentine Tango, not a Viennese Waltz
The hospital at night is a quiet place. Gone are the doctors making decisions and sending folk off for tests. The ward managers are not writing letters and making calls. All the heart patients are resting. Many guys go to sleep early. Some folk are agitating to turn the lights off at 9pm. Thankfully the last drugs round isn’t til 10 so for us night owls we are not forced to go to bed in the middle of the evening. Personally, I usually turn the lights off around midnight and really struggle if I try to sleep before 11pm. The … Continue reading Holy Hospital Week: Darkness