Tuesday, 25 January 2011
Monday, 24 January 2011
Friday, 21 January 2011
Tonight on BBC 1, my mum and Dad will be on The One Show talking about Mersea Oysters.
Thursday, 20 January 2011
Tuesday, 18 January 2011
Monday, 17 January 2011
Thursday, 13 January 2011
Tuesday, 11 January 2011
Monday, 10 January 2011
Friday, 7 January 2011
In 1993, at a football game between Millwall and Portsmouth, I was drunk as usual.
A policewoman was ushering us Portsmouth fans back towards the station when she saw me staggering and went to arrest me for being drunk.
Seeing that I was not disorderly, she asked if I was OK. I said: "Yes, fine, just having a good time." She said it didn't look like much fun and asked whether I drank often. I replied: "Every day" and cried.
She held my arm gently and told me to stop drinking. Life was too good to drink every day, she told me. She said I looked too good to be a drunk and was too good a man to die young. The policewoman looked at me with pity and a kindness that made me cry again and think.
Two months or so later I got sober. I haven't had a drink in 17 years.
Ian Geddes, Southampton
The second story affirms my belief in angels and how we may never know it it really is that is helping us:
My father parked the car at the top of a steep hill when I was about six years old and walked down to a pub.
I was in the passenger seat alone, before seatbelts existed. The car started rolling down the hill towards the pub, a main road and a huge wall, picking up speed.
I expected to be killed.
Miraculously, a man leapt from a vehicle into my dad's car and managed to stop it at the bottom off the hill, just a few inches from the wall.
Dad didn't return until he was drunk, as usual, by which time the man had taken me home, but no-one was in.
I always wondered who that man was who saved my life, then disappeared, 57 years ago.
I wonder if these stories remind you of times in your life when a stranger has helped you?
Thursday, 6 January 2011
Wednesday, 5 January 2011
In order to be Christian, you have to believe that, for 98,000 years our species suffered and died, most of its children dying in childbirth, most other people having a life expectancy of about 25, dying of bad teeth, famine, struggle, vicious war, suffering, misery... all of that for 98,000 years, heaven watching with complete indifference and then 2000 years ago thinks, “That’s enough of that, it’s time to intervene. The best way to do this would be to condemning someone to a human sacrifice somewhere in the less literate part of the Middle East. Let’s not appear to the Chinese, for example, where people can read and study evidence and have a civilization; let’s go to the desert and have another revelation...”
This is nonsense. It can’t be believed by a thinking person.' Christopher Hitchens
Tuesday, 4 January 2011
'I want to know Christ—yes, to know the power of his resurrection and participation in his sufferings, becoming like him in his death, and so, somehow, attaining to the resurrection from the dead.
Not that I have already obtained all this, or have already arrived at my goal, but I press on to take hold of that for which Christ Jesus took hold of me. Brothers and sisters, I do not consider myself yet to have taken hold of it. But one thing I do: Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead, I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus.' Philippians 3:10-14