I came across a quote from John Stott last week and it has really made me think. This is what he says:
It’s a wonderful thing when you look back over a year and struggle to whittle the highlights down to a shortlist!
I think it must be impossible not to love the Deep South! We had a fairly brief ten day holiday there, and here are some of the standout elements.
I heard one of the most thought-provoking songs I’ve heard in ages tonight, a song written by a young singer (still a girl, really!) named Maren Morris. Morris released a duet of herself and Vince Gill performing Dear Hate just a few hours ago
In church on Sunday evening, Ian MacLeod preached from John chapter 8 and verse 12, “I am the light of the world”. It’s a well-known verse, and one I’ve heard preached many times, but as Ian spoke something struck me: there’s a problem with the bible.
I made an unplanned day trip to Inverness today, sans better half, but she came up with the ingenious idea of ‘advising’ me before I left of some clothes I apparently need. So, obediently following orders, I found myself doing one of my absolute least favourite things: shopping for trousers. Jeans, to be precise. And, oh, the problems that caused…
Last weekend, I experienced something which I don’t recall experiencing before in the 25-odd years it could have happened: I was last out of a few hundred people. It wasn’t a cause for concern, frustration or embarrassment (which, given my slightly competitive nature, might come as a shock); it wasn’t because of any failure on my part; and it wasn’t planned. It wasn’t hugely significant, and I’m sure it didn’t even register with a single other person in the place. Nevertheless, it was important.