Another new year has dawned, and no doubt all of us have engaged in the same mind game, wishing and persuading ourselves that on the stroke of midnight of 31 December, things would somehow be better going forward.
Until fairly recently, people found little difficulty believing in the possibility of miracles. Life was observed to be unpredictable, many things were inexplicable, extraordinary things happened occasionally, and it was accepted that forces beyond our natural world were at work.
Human beings have always been puzzled by the phenomenon of time. Ironically, Einstein’s brilliant insight into the relativity of time has made it even more challenging for the layman to grasp the nature of time. The more we know about time, the harder it is to wrap your head around it.
A while ago, there was a book that caused a stir among Christian leaders. It was called The Simple Church. Its thesis was that we have all made church too complicated when all we really needed to do was to focus on some really basic stuff.
Those of us who are Christians often lament how our culture has become alarmingly hostile towards Christianity. We are told to keep our own faith to ourselves and not to bring our religious values into the public square to influence decision-making.
It has become fashionable to attack the church. Some deride the church as being filled with weak-minded people who collectively indulge in delusional wish-fulfilment. Man made god, and unsurprisingly fashioned a deity who can forgive the most atrocious conduct and offer relief from the harsh realities of life.
My mother gave birth to me at 45. The age gap between my eldest sister and me is 22 years. In fact, her daughter is older than me. These unusual numbers are clues to an amazing story of love and faithfulness.