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As I reflect on 2019 it has the fond memories of holidaying in Mexico, sharing life with my US buddy Tim in Nottingham and eventually clinching the sale on our house! Also the great news that we are about to be grandparents twice over in 2020. In contrast I also remember with sadness the untimely death of some dear friends who unfortunately didn't reach their four score and ten. Thanks to TV Review's on 2019, I also fondly remember some of those who have left this scene of time during 2019. They included celebrities, sports stars, politicians and other notable figures that have entered our living rooms through the medium of TV. Thinking about these 'notables' reminds me of our shared humanity. Death and taxes comes to us all. Nothing like stating the obvious.  Good news though for women - it's  a fact that women, on average outlive men by a few years. No more Aussie whit from the inimitable Clive James. No more "whip crack away" or s

It's been just over a year since I started blogging. The feedback that I generally get is to keep them short and punchy. A two minute read seems to be about the timescale people like the most.  Thank you all for your encouraging comments. My stats inform me that I've had over 11000 reads worldwide, which just amazes me. Thank you for your support. May you and your family experience the peace, joy, love and hope of this advent season. Merry Christmas.

Yesterday was a day of contemplation. It was a day were my good friend and I engaged in a Quiet Day at Drumalis conference centre, Larne. We looked at several scriptural reflections from Linda & Lila. They were specifically related to Advent - yes, it was time out from the hustle and bustle to listen to God's voice. With Christmas related songs, both in the car journey and the time of contemplation, I was reminded of a golden oldie written by Dottie Rambo talking of Advent - "the coming." It's title is "If that isn't love." Read the lyrics, they are pregnant with truth. He left the splendor of heaven Knowing His destiny Was the lonely hill of Golgotha There to lay down His life for me And if that isn't love Then the ocean is dry There's no stars in the sky And the little sparrows can't fly Yeah if that isn't love Then heaven's a myth There's no feeling like this If that isn't love