About now is the day of the latest sunrise. It’s the dead time, between Christmas and New Year. As it happens, this morning is also cloudy and wet. It’s all a bit dreary.
Nevertheless, I believe that Christ is alive. I don’t need angels.
My father would have been 111 today. Nelson. I’ve noticed that the England men’s cricket team have avoided the bad luck allegedly associated with this number of runs by getting out before reaching it. Inevitably, there’s talk of not showing enough character etc. – but I don’t think character has much to do with it. I don’t know how to solve the team’s problems, but there is just one thing I can offer;- a batter can only be as good as the bowlers he or she is accustomed to facing. You can be the best batter in the world, but you will be outclassed as soon as you meet a bowler the like of which you’ve never seen before.