Books. I spend too much money on books. I love them. Especially new ones. The promise of learning something new. I wish I had the patience to get them from the library (or the discipline to take them back on time when I do). Yesterday I was thinking I either: 1) Buy less books 2) Buy a new bookcase. I think option 2 will prevail. Why can’t I just go (locally) somewhere like those Barnes & Nobles in the USA / Canada where I’ve happily spent half a day reading books I’ll probably not buy while drinking coffee? I’m marginally interested in Russell Brand’s ‘Booky Wook,’ mainly because I can’t understand why so many people are buying it (whether they actually read it is, of course, another thing entirely). I won’t buy it – unless it’s in 3 or 4 years in a charity shop for 50p, but I’d like to read it.
Why buy?
Best of Intentions
I want to be faithful to God. I want to go closer to him in prayer and obedience. I can’t do this in my own strength. This Sunday I stand before His people to speak about the parable of the persistent widow and the unjust judge (Lk 18:1-8). My questions – in what way am I like/ not like the widow? In what way is God like/ not like the judge? Is it saying I have to hammer on at God to get an answer? Why should this story encourage me to pray?
Boxing Day
Never feel like doing too much on Boxing Day. Bought a spare hard drive that doesn’t work. 750 GB of nothing! What’s the point of having memory, if it doesn’t work? What’s the point of starting one of these blogs if I don’t remember to do anything on it? What’s your happiest memory? Mine – probably lying on my Dad’s chest when I was a little boy, hearing his heart beat, surrounded by unconditional love. It does NOT get better than that. Good to remember….