I've always had a strange feeling about New Year's Eve.
As a child we celebrated some curious rituals from a bygone age on New Years' Eve. As the youngest, I was regularly sent out the back door with a lump of coal and a sixpence in my pocket, only to be admitted in the front door after the chimes had struck midnight. It was cold, lonely and a little bit scary being stuck outside on a freezing night.
And I will never forget the time at my Auntie's home in Rochdale, when the "mummers" showed up - with blackened faces, and strange clothes, they dusted the furniture making a humming noise to clean out the old year, and bring in the new. I still have nightmares...... continue reading
It won't come as a surprise that many of us here at The Good Book Company are avid readers. Good books, or not so good books, we dip in to as many as we can! As we approach the end of another year, we thought we'd share with you some of our favourite titles of the past 12 months. Feel free to add your favourites at the end...
Carl (Senior Editor)
Wolf Hall by Hillary Mantel. Brings history to life, brings characters to life, and challenges your own easy assumptions... And it means you can say you read a Booker-prize winning novel!... continue reading
It's now the day when the sales start, and the big "box stores" try to pull in as many of us as possible to grab our post-Christmas bargains and deal with the flurry of returns and exchanges. But what was the original purpose of this day? And why "boxing" day?
As I grew up the youngest of three lively boys, it was inevitably the day when we started fighting each other over the use or breakage of a treasured Christmas present - the fights were never under the Marquis of Queensbury rules, and I usually lost. But it's not that kind of boxing.
Traditionally it is thought to have come from the Victorian practice of wealthy families presenting gifts in boxes to their household servants, and to tradesmen who had served them well during the year. In other words, a day of expressing gratitude to those less well off. An alternative, but related suggestion is that it was the day the church opened its Alms box to feed and bless the poor and needy of the parish.... continue reading
This is going to sound soppy, but I can still remember the first time my wife, then my girlfriend, said: “I love you”. It meant the world to me.
It still does, of course. But in the twelve years since, Lizzie has told me she loves me so many times that in a way, it has less of an impact than it did that first time (or the second, or third).
But (before you start thinking I’m a truly awful husband), her “I love you” also means much more than it did. Because, the more life we’ve spent together, and the more I’ve got to know her, and the more she’s done for me, the more I’ve come to appreciate that love, the more I’ve come to rely on that love.
So there’s this tension; it means more, but can have so much less impact. I need to just stop and appreciate the old truth: She loves me.... continue reading
Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens
Bright copper kettles and warm woollen mittens
Brown paper packages tied up with strings
These are a few of my favourite things …
There won’t be much chance of escaping it over the festive period – the Sound of Music is as much a feature of many people’s Christmases as turkey, mince pies and the Grinch. But much as cute animals, beautiful plants and presents are to be enjoyed, it strikes us that there are many things far more wonderful about celebrating Christmas with our brothers and sisters in Christ in our local congregations.
So here are some of the things members of The Good Book Blog team love most about Christmas with their respective churches:... continue reading
I love hearing Christmas songs on the radio in December—Mariah Carey, Jona Lewis, and yes, even Cliff Richard. But there’s one guilty pleasure that’s making me feel increasingly uneasy: Band Aid’s Do they know it’s Christmas? Although it’s still a favourite sing-along in bars and clubs around this time of year, I can’t help but think that describing Africa as “a world of dread and fear”, a continent reverberating with “the clanging chimes of doom”, is a bit patronising.
Thankfully, it’s becoming further and further from the truth, too. In 2000, the UN set eight Millennium Development Goals, with the aim of achieving them by 2015. A report by the Africa Development Bank Group this year, reviewing progress towards the goals, praised “steady economic growth and improvements in poverty reduction”. As development organisations plan targets and strategies for their work after 2015, Band Aid’s annual cater-walling is starting to seem outdated.... continue reading
It was 12-foot wide, bright orange and impossible to miss, despite the holiday crowds at Euston station. There was nowhere else to look - it was the bald patch on the guy in front, or the billboard. So I read the ad:
"Less HATING more EDUCATING"
Discover the scientific truths in the Qur'an.
Order your free book.
From then on, my thoughts went roughly like this:
I hope that, whatever difficulties you’re facing today, you take a moment to let this photo put a smile on your face. This image of a child rescued from the rubble of the 2010 Haiti earthquake is one that has stuck with me. The picture is grainy, taken from a video filmed of the US rescue team’s operation. As he is pulled from the wreckage, the boy raises his arms and grins.
It’s interesting to compare the slightly different ways in which the story was reported at the time. In one newspaper, he was beaming with sheer triumph that he had survived his ordeal. According to another, the boy, initially overwhelmed by the sea of unfamiliar faces crowded around him, smiled upon catching sight of the familiar figure of his mother (or aunt, or neighbour…) Either way, the pure joy on the child’s face as he is lifted to liberty is is heartwarming—his grin is infectious.... continue reading
There are a lot of people grumbling about Christmas at the moment. There are the family politics to deal with and the manic drive to buy the "right" presents. There are financial pressures and battles with exhaustion, not to mention the emotional assault that the end of December brings - if it's not relationship tensions in the present, this time of year throws into sharp relief those relationships we have lost. Bereaved people often hurt most at Christmas. And all this when we are "supposed" to having the time of our lives. Wandering around my local shopping centre recently, eavesdropping on conversations as I went, I came to the conclusion that many of us are quite frankly making the Grinch look chirpy!
Even if you are someone who adores Christmas, there are inevitable sacrifices to be made. With the diary over-packed with family events (or disturbingly lacking anything that remotely resembles a normal routine) there are bound to be moments when life is not as you would choose it to be. And human beings tend to struggle with that at least a bit ...... continue reading
I was reading Luke's account of Zacchaeus recently and spotted something I hadn't noticed before. I'm used to the story of the little man who climbed a tree because he wanted to see Jesus. But that's not what Luke says. Instead, he tells us that Zacchaeus "wanted to see who Jesus was" (Luke 19 v 3). And that's very different, isn't it?
If Zacchaeus just wanted to see Jesus, he had the perfect perch - and could boast afterwards that he'd seen this famous guy for himself. But if he wanted to see who Jesus really was, Zacchaeus needed more than that. And Jesus offered it. An invitation to meet one to one. What a privilege!
And did Zacchaeus find his answer? Oh yes. He met the Son of Man (that's the great King who is given all authority by God and whose kingdom will never end - Daniel 7 v 13-14) and found that He had come "to seek and to save the lost" (Luke 19 v 10).
And it struck me that this is our job, if we're in any kind of Bible-teaching ministry, be that with eight-year-olds or eighty-year-olds. It's not just to give people a glimpse of Jesus. It's to show them who He is, and what He offers, and how they can know Him for themselves. And we don't even need to plonk them at the top of a tree to do it – though that might be fun, too…
