Can anyone out there remember the days when there were less than three TV stations in the UK? Or only three radio stations (excluding Radio Luxembourg)? I can! Daytime viewing was a test card. Not only that, but TV programmes were black and white. In fact, I think most of my childhood memories are black and white, so perhaps the whole world was slightly lacking in hue!
A wonderful poem on unanswered prayer by Pete Greig in his book God on Mute: first there is prayer and where there is prayer there may be miracles but where miracles may not be there are questions and where the are questions there may be silence but silence may be more than absence silence may…
I have heard the comment ‘Nobody’s perfect’ so many times in my life, and I realised how much a cop-out this is when I was reading Psalm 15.