Airports are fascinating places. Ive spent quite a lot of time in them recently as Ive travelled back and forth visiting Mum. On a recent trip I watched as the plane I was due to fly in landed, discharged its passengers and prepared for take off. There are more people than you might think involved in this process. Two guys position the steps. Someone fixes the fuel pipe into its slot. Two guys unload and load luggage. Two guys position chocks under the wheels. Someone puts a rope round the wings to stop us walking under them. And then there's one special someone whose job it is to wave little red torches in the air so the pilot knows exactly when and where to stop. As I was watching the well oiled Easyjet machine in action in the pouring rain it reminded me of all the unseen people in church, so necessary for the smooth running of the whole thing. Who orders the loo rolls, tidies the errant stationary cupboard, orders the tea bags for Mums and Tots? Who does the...
When I started writing these in 2011 I had no idea that I'd still be going strong in 2023!! The Advent blog began as a way of me trying to keep myself focused on the run up to Christmas. My kids were 6,8 and 10. Life was full on busy. I found it pretty hard to find time in my day to have a 'God moment'. But writing the blog forced me to open my eyes every day to see ,and my ears every day to listen, and then to find half an hour to write down what I'd seen and heard. You guys have become a faithful following over the years and for that I thank you. If nobody was reading it would make it much harder to keep motivated. This year I find myself in a very different place from when I started. My boys are 18,21 and 22. All are away from home. I 'retired ' from Jo Jingles when Karen sold the business earlier in the year. And as I write I find myself in England, living with Mum who called for me to come on November 19th at 6 in th...
Last week I went to a worship night for the first time since..... well, I cant actually remember. About 25 people gathered in a community hall sitting two meters apart and all wearing masks. We were led by a young chap on a guitar and his wife on keyboard and we sang and prayed for a hour. It felt like home. Despite it being a bit ' covid wierd' it WAS home. I was with people who loved me in an atmosphere of worship, singing words of truth, to a God who knows and fully accepts and delights in me. Heaven. The following day I was in the car listening to Radio 4 and the programme was about ' afterlife' There was a playwright talking about a play he had written, the premise of which was that eternity could be chosen by each person before they die but it had to be entirely composed of one earthly memory. This memory would then be lived in for eternity. Of course the debate then ensued about which memory one might choose ...
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