A genuine gent

Someone bought me Bill Gaither's biography for Christmas. I read all 250 pages in one day. Fabulous book. Wonderful man.
I've been involved in promoting Christian music for over 25 years. When I was asked to do the Gaithers last year, various people around me thought I'd lost the plot. They weren't current, they weren't cool. Well this much I can tell you. A more genuine, nicer, more committed bunch of people I have yet to meet, never mind work with. I've worked with many of the current CCM stars, and they're not fit to polish Mr G's boots! As a promoter you do get to see people as they really are. Sometimes it can take a few years, but you get there in the end. Sometimes you wish you didn't.
At the age of 72, Bill's still going strong. After more than 25 MILLION DVD's and another 25 MILLION albums. Congratulations Sir, it could not happen to a nicer man.

Another one gone

Well Christmas rushed past as usual. It always seems to sneak up, and then be gone.
And the older you get, the faster it goes.

I sat my four kids down yesterday and we talked about the year ahead and the year just passed.
How we should be grateful for everything we have (and my family are lucky to have A LOT!). Not grateful to me or their Mum, but grateful to God. The boys aren't really old enough to appreciate what they have in relation to other kids around the world. They can appreciate they have a laptop when the kid beside them in school doesn't, but they can't really appreciate a warm bed, food when they want it, hugs from Mum and Dad and so on. Or freedom to talk openly about Jesus.

Yet I as an adult can forget to be grateful for exactly the same things.

It truly is the simplest things that make us happiest. Did you thank God this Christmas for warmth, health and family? There are literally millions on this earth who don't have any of those things.

Hoping...

I'm intending to blog much more regularly from the start of the New Year. Let's see how we can get on.

Here's why

Saw a book by Jonathon Ross in HMV today. It was called
something like "Why do I say these things?". I can tell you
without reading the book.
Cause your an ARSE@@@@ Mr. Ross, that's why.