Two years ago, I broke a tooth
While eating an iced bun, no less.
(There’s no dignified way to break
A tooth it seems, I must confess.)
James’s Blog: Filling.
good friday
James’s Blog: Forgiveness Plus.
With everything that’s going on it might be easy to forget that Easter is on the way. We lose sight of Easter at our peril, especially at a time like this, so that’s what I’m going to write about for the next couple of weeks. I’m sure you’ve had your fill of talking about the Coronavirus anyway…
James’s Blog: Bank Holiday.
(I warned you that I’d be writing more poetry. Good poetry doesn’t need an explanation, so you can be sure that what follows is not a good poem. It came out of a thought I’m sure many of you have had; Easter is now so normalised that it can be easy – even for followers of Jesus – to take for granted things that shouldn’t. Anyway, it’s not a great poem, and comes across a bit more cynical than I’d like. I don’t want you to think that I’m some kind of Easter Scrooge – I actually quite like chocolate eggs and holidays, but I also quite like the last two lines. If I had the time I’d try and fix what I think is wrong with it, but there’s an Easter blog due, so…) Read more
James’s Blog: Ash Friday.
What can you build from dust and ashes?
From remnants scattered after flames?
Wealth of a life all burnt, destroyed,
Nothing of joy or hope remains. Read more
James’s Blog: Happy Black Friday!
“Dad,” said the child, “why is it called ‘Black Friday’?”
Dad didn’t even look up from his computer.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, why is today called ‘Black Friday’?”
“I don’t know,” said Dad. “I suppose I could Google it.”
“It’s just that, well, ‘Black Friday’ makes it sound like a scary or sad or bad thing,” said the child.
“Hmmmm…” said Dad, clicking on yet another banner that screamed BLACK FRIDAY SALE!!!!
“And it’s not, is it, Dad?”
“No,” said Dad, “it most certainly isn’t scary or sad or bad. It’s fantastic.”
“Can we call it something else then, Dad? Something better?”
Dad stopped his browsing for a moment to scratch his chin.
“What, you mean something like ‘Not Bad Friday’?”
“Something like that, but better,” said the child.
Suddenly inspiration struck.
“Hey! How about ‘Good Friday’, Dad? Could we call it ‘Good Friday’?”
Dad thought for a second. He couldn’t think of a reason why not.
“Yes,OK. That seems like a much better name,” he said, clicking on the button labelled ‘BUY IT NOW’. “It certainly is a Good Friday! I’ve just got a great price on this camera!”
And that is how the tradition of Good Friday began.
Meanwhile, on an insignificant hill somewhere, a man died alone and in agony and no-one cared.
