Well Christmas is now over, and we can begin a new season of worship, or do we? In all the taking down of decorations and Christmas trees, recycling our Christmas cards and generally removing any signs of the last few week’s celebrations we tend to forget a very important event in our calendar, and that…

‘O little town of Bethlehem, how still we see thee lie’, the first line of what I regard as one of my most favourite of carols.  It reminds me very much of the village I grew up in, in mid-Wales called Llanfyllin. On each Christmas eve, my family and I would walk down to church…

Popeye the sailor’s favourite cry was “I yam what I Yam”, and he would not pretend to be anyone else. In that cry there is disappointment, the awful truth that there was nothing else for him; don’t get your hopes up he seems to say, don’t expect too much because “I yam what I yam”.…

We live in an age of uncertainties, where people have ceased to be sure about anything. Life seems so full, yet deep down right where our lives really matter it is empty, and having no signpost to lead the way, people turn to wealth and possessions. There is, of course, no problem in wealth and…