Advent

Just in case you didn’t recognise me in the poster that was put up in the college dining room – I shaved my beard so that I could dress up as someone from the 70’s, big sideburns and greased back hair. Two weeks of festivities, mostly birthday related, culminated in a brilliant jazz evening in the entrance hall of Easneye House at All Nations College. It was also a chance to use up some of the ‘leftovers’ from previous parties. Unknown to us at this time our close friends in Bristol were with their son as he died from a brain tumour. Even though Paul has been struggling against the cancer for a while, it was still very distressing and upsetting to hear the news. During the advent service at our local church we sang a song with the following verse, the last two lines made me think about Paul, an exceptional and much-loved young man. P

You deserve my every breath

For You've paid the great cost;

Giving up Your life to death,

Even death on a cross

You took all my shame away,

There defeated my sin

Opened up the gates of heaven

And have beckoned me in.