Is it true

And is it true?

A stranger died for me?

  A man I never knew

gave his life for me?

What did I ever do?

That a stranger set me free

And saved a life like mine?

What grace is this

That loves a man like me

What gift is this that’s given

That gave new life to me?

What could I ever do

To pay the life I owe?

How do I thank him

A man I do not know ?

I can never earn the love i’m given

Or claim a place in heaven

The only thanks that I can give

Is to accept his gift with grace

and live a life of thankful praise.


the Trouble with Bananas

Have you ever had the feeling that you have one foot in the grave, and the other one on a banana skin?
the reason I ask is because there have been times in my life when I have had just that sensation. Most of my early life I was quite a healthy sort of bloke. I have had the odd trip to the hospital. Usually because I have done something stupid. Like tripping over the dogs lead with a milk bottle in my hand. The doctors had a great time digging a piece of glass out of my leg. Apart from idiotic tricks like that. I was fairly healthy.

I think the troubles began as I got older. As they usually do. A few years ago, I was diagnosed as having prostate cancer. I had what I suppose was the usual kind of treatment. Radio therapy and a series of injections. That was O.K. the problem was that I went through a period of very deep depression.

I hope I am not boring you with some sort of sob story. The fact is, that I wish to tell you how good my Heavenly Father is. Just because I am a Christian, that does not mean that I can expect to escape from the daily troubles and pains that people go through. I am a reader in the Church of England. That means I preach. I lead worship and visit people who are housebound. This is part of my duty, and privilege as a reader. The point is that, in spite of the cancer and the depression, My Heavenly Father has seen me through them. With the help and prayers of my wife and the good friends He has given me. And His spirit that helps me I was still given the grace and great privlege to carry on preaching and leading worship.

As you know I nave done some pretty daft things in my time. Some of the daftest are some of the posts I have written. I am quite embarrassed by them. A bit of editing might be in order. The thing is, that in spite of my errors. He is patient and kind. He will see me through these things.

I do not wish to burden you with sobs stories. I am not asking for sympathy. This is not about me, But about my Heavenky Fathers love. For example, this last year has been a bit of a problem. I have emphesemea. This means that you have to be careful about your lungs. So, just for fun I caught a nasty little lung infection. To add to the fun I had developed cateracts in both my eyes. So things were getting more and more difficult to see. On a lighter note. It was Christmas, and I was in church. The trouble was our church is quite dark. We need to get the lighting seen to. anyway, I was standing at one end of the church, and I could see these little red and silver lights. As I looked. They started to come towards me. As they came closer a friend of mine appeared. She was wearing a Christmassy jumper with a Christmas scene made of red and silver sequins. Just for a moment, I thought I had lost the plot.

I am happy to to say that I had operations to remove the cataracts. Unfortunately I have macular degeneration. It is really strange. I can now see distance, but I cannot see close up. It is odd because I can see the computer screen fairly well. Especially if I up the font. The trouble is I cannot see the keyboard. I need to get a magnifier. So if you see the odd letter out of place and the grammar is not as grammatical as it should be. I apologise.

The joy that I have found is that in spite of all that happens. My heavenly Father still continues to encourage me. He allows me the privilege of preaching and leading worship.
and. of course, visiting my lovely housebound friends.

And the banana? Well, if I do slip. Thanks to a God who loves me. I know where I am going.

Anyway, thanks for the chat. See you around.


time, restless, time.
not your friend,
or mine.
time that ticks
away the minutes.
and eats away
the hours.
time that takes
and never gives.
time that masters
all that lives.
Time that marches
surely on.
time that devours
each minute,
till all is gone.
Time to who’s
we dance
time that will
Time that stops,
and we go on
Time will cease,
and we, by God’s
good grace,
will live in timeless

my old fort

Have you ever had one of those boring days? You know , you feel listless and you want to do something, but you don’t know what. nothing seems to interest you. And you are just fed up.
I remember years ago I had one of those days. I was so bored, I even got bored with annoying my sister, much to her relief.
As I roamed around the house looking for I don’t know what. I fetched up in my bedroom. It was a small garret like room stuck up in the corner of the house. I liked it. There wasn’t much in there just the usual bed and cupboards and things. But under the window was a large chest like box. In it I kept my old toys and odd bits and pieces that boys collect over the years. With nothing better to do I decided to have a rummage in the old chest.

I found all sorts of toys and games that I had forgotten about. I even found some things I’d best not mention. It’s amazing what boys collect. Anyway, as I rummaged through the chest, I found my old fort. My grandfather made it for me. He served in the Royal Navy in both world wars. When I knew him, He was a trombone player in the Salvation Army When he died he left me his medals. Sadly they were stolen. I often wonder if I can get replicas of them.

sorry I’m going off the subject. Back to my old fort. The base was a box with little pin holes in it. The towers and the walls and battlements had little pins underneath so that you could stick them anywhere on the base. Health and safety would not have approved. But I loved it. I had spent many a happy hour fighting and , of course winning. many battles.

I thought to myself. How could I have forgotten my old friend? But life is like that. We move on we grow and change. And we forget. Perhaps some things are best forgotten. But there are some things that it is good to remember. We can do this with people too. Old friends get left behind and new ones come along.
Do we do that with our Lord? have we left Him behind? Is He tucked away in a little box somewhere in our minds? Perhaps we need to look sometimes and find Him again. If we have left Him behind somewhere. I’m sure He will forgive us and help us renew our relationship with Him. After all He does love us.

Well anyway. it’s been nice chatting with you. I’m off. I might have lost my old fort. But I still have games to play. See you around.

I think it must be Christmas

I went to town
the other day,
and on the way
I saw a bakers shop.
And on display
I saw a tray
of hot cross buns.
I think it must be Christmas.

Easter eggs were on sale
for you.
Bunnies were in
abundance too.
I think it must be Christmas

There were Easter cards
to buy.
and coloured paper
met my eye.
all for wrapping gifts
for Easter.
Now I’m sure it’s Christmas.