I'm am a married man, a father, grandfather and great grandfather who has been married to Muriel for 60 years. I have worked as an Engineer in the Sugar Business, and as a Manager in the Relief and Development sector. Firstly however, I'm a follower of Jesus Christ and this fact has shaped my life and work.
If you are visiting Scotland from abroad then late Spring is a good time to consider. The weather is on the cold side, but we usually get some beautiful sunny days.
A Day Out from Glasgow– Yesterday was such a day, so we put off the tasks needing done in our garden to take a one hour drive from our home in Glasgow to the Ayrshire Coast on the Firth of Clyde.
The long sandy beach at Ayr was quiet, with a few hardy souls being tempted to go into the sea to ‘paddle’ their feet, and there were a number of folks walking their dogs. We were heading to the south end of Ayr as we had in mind a visit to Greenan Castle, which as you will notice from the photographs sits precariously on the edge of a cliff! It’s a lovely walk from the car park along the beach to the castle, or if it is high tide there is a rough footpath amid the sand dunes. The castle has an intriguing history going back to the mid 16th century, with stories of betrayal and murder. The wind was fresh, the sand was firm for walking and I felt really invigorated when I returned to the car.
We next headed a few miles south along the coast to the village of Dunure. It’s a picturesque drive with lambs in the fields and views across the sea to the Isle of Arran. Dunure is a quaint village with a harbour, and we sat there to have our picnic lunch. Sitting at the harbour in the quietness with the sun shimmering on the water, and watching a local creel fisherman preparing his boat was a joy after some bleak winter days. And then of course there is Dunure Castle, the ancient seat of the Kennedy family, which dates back to the 14th century, although an earlier castle prior to the 13th century is said to have stood on the same site.
Lastly we headed for the village of Maidens, along past ‘the electric brae’ and the famous ‘Culzean Castle’ estate run by the National Trust for Scotland. No time today to investigate its beautiful castle and grounds, but we did have time for a walk out the pier at Maidens. This sits just next to Turnberry golf course and hotel, now owned by a certain US President -Mr Donald Trump! Then there was a drive home in time to water the garden pot plants, after a few days without rain and lots of sunshine!
This then is a glimpse of what a day out from Glasgow can look like. We are truly spoiled for choice when it comes to places of beauty to visit. Maybe it’s time to pay Scotland a visit?
This quotation – by John Fitzgerald Kennedy came up in my reading recently, and if it is true, it seems that there are plenty of opportunities around in the world at present!
Our news bulletins give us a non-stop stream of crises, some real, and some which may or may not occur in the future. There are even now some conspiracy theorists who suggest that it is all part of a brain-washing plan contrived by government to keep the populace pliable and open to manipulation and change. One thing is for sure, that real local, national and international CRISES impact the lives of countless thousands around the globe, to their severe detriment.
In Europe everyone speaks of CRISIS as the UK’s ‘Brexit’ negotiations stall. And we could talk of Assyria, Afghanistan, Eritrea, Morocco, Yemen, Iran and Iraq, Venezuela, Ukraine, Sudan, Somalia, Central African Republic etc. etc. not to mention the CRISIS of a new ‘Cold War’, ‘nuclear arms’ expansion, global warming and environmental pollution.
One CRISIS nearer to home, which really got me thinking, was the mental health CRISIS in Scottish Schools. The Scottish Government is committed to spending £60,000,000 on mental health counselling for young people to tackle growing levels of anxiety and depression. More than 8,000 children with severe mental health problems were waiting to see a specialist at the end of June 2018. These statistics are staggering to me, as a child brought up during the last world war in Glasgow. I cannot remember any children in my class being stressed out. Some are suggesting that the cause is too much social media, mobile phone and ‘internet game’ use. Others suggest that marriage breakdown and ‘partners’ splitting up leave many children feeling stressed and filled with anxiety, all this culminating in various side effects.
CRISES provide OPPORTUNITIES
Personally I haven’t always found it easy in the CRISES of life, to see the situations I faced as opportunities. But as I look back, I can see that God used them to speak into my life. I remember at one point of CRISIS someone quoting a verse from the Bible to me, which didn’t impress me until I stopped to think. It was from Jeremiah 6.16 and here is what it said. ‘This is what the Lord says: “Stand at the crossroads and look; ask for the ancient paths, ask where the good way is, and walk in it, and you will find rest for your souls. But you said, ‘We will not walk in it.’ I subsequently found this advice to be invaluable and true. There are so many basics here for a time of crisis.
‘Listen’ for the voice of God – ask Him for help, what should I do?
‘Stand’ – take time to think, sometimes we rush into decisions which we subsequently regret
‘Ask’, what sustained our parents and grandparents in times of trouble? – Words like these? ‘Oh God our help in ages past our hope for years to come, our shelter from the stormy blast and our eternal home ……’!
‘Consider’ the options – do what is right, irrespective of what others have done
‘Walk’ forward with confidence with your trust firmly in God
You will be at peace and find rest for your soul
Unfortunately, the verse finishes with these words ‘But you said, ‘We will not walk in it’. So often we choose our own way, not God’s way, and wonder why it didn’t work out. May God help us all to choose wisely, for we all face a CRISIS at some point in our life!
Looking back I can see in retrospect that God did use the crises of life to move me on to new opportunities!
Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus. Phil. 4v6
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This week my wife and I drove from the centre of Glasgow to the Clyde Estuary, stopping off at ‘Lyle Hill’ in Greenock. There I read one of the placards, giving a synopsis of the history of Greenock. It was interesting to read that it had the nickname ‘sugatown’! It’s not hard to understand why, for at the beginning of the last century 400 ships per year were bringing raw cane sugar from the West Indies and Central American sugar plantations into the port, to be refined in one of Greenock’s fourteen sugar refineries. Mr Lyle was a local entrepreneur who invested heavily in sugar, and eventually joined with Mr Tate to form the world famous ‘Tate and Lyle’ sugar business.
All that brought memories flooding back to mind as I served my engineering apprenticeship in a heavy engineering works in Glasgow called Watson Laidlaw & Co Ltd who specialised in the manufacture of centrifugal machines for the Sugar Industry. I would later spend 20+ years working with A & W Smith & Co Ltd. (part of the Tate & Lyle group) who were manufacturers of all kind of equipment for the sugar industry, and were involved in the construction of complete Sugar Factories in some of the world’s remotest places.
Glasgow and the Clyde basin actually became the key hub for the world manufacture of sugar machinery. The photographs of nine company adverts show the companies that were all operating in and around Glasgow when I was an apprentice.
Sadly Tate & Lyle closed its last Greenock refinery in 1997, and today not one refinery is operating in Greenock. Likewise not one engineering company is producing sugar machinery in Scotland, not since A & W Smith (which became Smith Mirrlees) closed its doors in the late 1980’s, the last survivor of Scotland’s sugar engineering companies.
I guess for most this story is just symbolic of the general demise of heavy engineering in the UK, which reached its peak during the Margaret Thatcher era.
For me it is much more than that, because I invested half of my working life in the Sugar business, and it was a career that I really enjoyed, as the work was so varied and interesting. I first worked as a ‘hands-on’ engineering apprentice, then as a draughtsman, an estimator, chief estimator, and company buyer. This work took me to Mexico for a year with my family when we built the Tambaca Sugar Factory, and then to the northeast of Brazil (x 2), and to Thailand for a year with my wife and daughter, and on other shorter visit to factories at home and abroad.
It spite of everyone’s best efforts however, the tide was turning against the Scottish industry, as more and more sugar producing countries set up their own engineering establishments. Shipping charges too had also soared in price, and competition became increasingly fierce. The refining side of the business took a great hit when we joined the European Union, as there already existed a sugar mountain in Europe, as farmers there were growers of sugar beet. So quotas were set, restricting the amount of raw cane sugar that could be imported.
So slowly but surely, companies closed, and thousands of workers were made redundant including the undersigned. It was great while it lasted, but I’m happy to say, that in retrospect God was leading me into a different sphere of work in the Christian Mission sector, which proved even more rewarding and fulfilling than my time in engineering.
None-the-less I still keep a wee stash of items I can’t bring myself to throw out, as can be seen in the photographs. I guess they are of no interest to anyone else in this day of calculators and computers, but I enjoy taking a glance at them from time to time! My drawing instruments, notebooks, rulers and slide rulers, logarithm tables, ‘ready reckoners’, steam tables etc. My wife says I’m a hoarder, and she is right, but to me they are an important memento to a big part of my life.
Now as a Christian I keep pressing forward as best I can with a number of activities, and like to keep in mind the words of Paul the Apostle, (who also dramatically changed course mid way through his life) when he said ‘I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus.’ Phil. 3.14
This week I was asked if I would agree to be interviewed about my knowledge of the WWII Prisoner of War Camp on Stewarton Road, just a short distance from where we now live. This was on behalf of a research group doing an oral history of the camp and its relationship with the local community. The area concerned is now a new housing estate, with some very expensive houses, in stark contrast to the ‘Nissen’ huts that once stood there.
To be truthful, I’m not sure I was hugely helpful to the researcher, but I did relate the fact that the camp when we knew it was full of Italian POW. We knew the camp well because my father and mother were great walkers, and on a Saturday afternoon we would very often take the bus with my three brothers and two sisters, and on occasions with some of our friends, from Shawlands to Newton Mearns Bus Station. (Where the ASDA supermarket is now) After a picnic in a local field and a paddle in the burn, we would then walk down the Stewarton road to Spiersbridge, on what then was a country road, with little or no traffic. This took us past the Patterton POW Camp. The prisoners would come to the wire and chat to us, and would marvel at our very large family! Dad on one occasion had to point out the six who were his. These were short encounters with the prisoners, but always with some friendly gestures, joking and smiles all round.
The questions being asked of me this week by the interviewer evoked memories of a much closer relationship we had with some German POW.
It happened like this. After the war came to an end in 1945, many POW had still not been repatriated by 1947-48, so the authorities decided to relax the restrictions on POW, and they were then allowed out of their camps on a pass. One Sunday evening a British army lorry with German POW from the Cowglen Military Hospital arrived for one of our evening services at Greenview Church in Pollokshaws, Glasgow. That certainly was different! But as time passed, and some of the men kept coming regularly to the church they soon became part of the church scene. Then slowly but slowly they were invited to church members homes. (Some POW attended other local churches)
Three POW started coming to our house weekly on an evening pass. They were called Max, Fritz and Pawl. They played table tennis, ‘push halfpenny’ and other games with us as children. Over time their stories started to unwrap. Max seemed to know that his own wife and family back home had been wiped out, and he was apprehensive of being repatriated to communist East Germany. Fritz and Paul were apprehensive too, but they didn’t know what had happened to their families or what to expect on their return to what was then West Germany. My father would read the Bible and pray with them before they walked back to their barracks at Cowglen Military Hospital. On one occasion just before their repatriation they came on a church bus outing to Oban, and everyone enjoyed the day out. They were always polite and courteous, and expressed their appreciation of kindness shown. Just before leaving they presented my mother and sisters with two sewing boxes from their barracks, (one of which is still with the family today – See pic) After many months of regular meeting, it is true to say that our enemy had become our friend.
Nazi Germany wrought great havoc in Europe and indeed the world, by its cruelty, barbarity and self-delusion, and as I write this, I remember it is ‘Holocaust Remembrance day’. Yes, we remember six million plus Jews, Gypsies and the disabled who were exterminated. I remember too the anxiety and trauma that the war brought to every family in Britain, the Commonwealth and countless families in the USA and the thousands of men and women around the world who gave their lives fighting this Nazi fascist terror. I remember the trauma brought to our family, the sirens that wailed in the night when there was fear of bombing, the prayers in the air raid shelters, the war news bulletins, the threat of invasion, the ration books, and the scrimping and scraping to make ends meet, and the countless hours my dad worked to make plane engines for the war effort. There is no doubt that Germany and Germans were our enemy.
So how come Max, Fritz and Paul became our friends?
I think first of all, it was when we started to talk with them, and hear their accounts of life in Germany, we then came to see that they too were vulnerable human beings, with similar hopes and fears for their families and friends as people here in the UK. They however were caught up on the other side of this same mad horrific conflict,and it was not of their personal making, and not of their choosing.
But of course, as Christians there was a much higher obligation upon the church and its members, for Jesus in his sermon on the mount said to his listeners, who lived under the iron fist of Roman occupation – You have heard that it was said, ‘Love your neighbour and hate your enemy.’ But I tell you, love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you’. Matt. 5.43
And in that prayer Jesus taught us almost 2000 years ago, we have these words ‘And forgive us our sins, as we also forgive those who sin against us.’ And then he went on to say ‘for if you forgive other people when they sin against you, your heavenly Father will also forgive you. But if you do not forgive others their sins, your Father will not forgive your sins.’
Jesus’ crucifixion however by the Romans and those he called his own, whom he had loved, taught, fed, and healed, and after the trial by a Roman judge who said, ‘I find no fault in this man’, is the thing that really brings you up with a start. Did you hear Him speaking from the cross? Hanging there He looked down on those who had crucified him, and said these unforgettable words ‘Father forgive them for they know not what they do’.
Saul the persecutor, who became Paul the preacher put it this way – ‘Very rarely will anyone die for a righteous person, though for a good person someone might possibly dare to die. But God demonstrates his own love for us in this: While we were still sinners, Christ died for us.’ Rom 5.7-8
Everyone knows making our enemy our friend is difficult, but it is such a healing process, for us, our families, our communities, and among nations. We all know those who have taken such steps, and even internationally, which of us has not admired figures like Nelson Mandela? The reconciliation process with others would always include the words ‘I’m sorry …’ for those who work for reconciliation tell us that in the breakdown of human relationships there is always blame on both sides, even though that blame may be proportioned 95% / 5%.
The thought of God making it possible for us who were His enemies to be His friends is amazing, and we should grasp the opportunity, it’s beautifully expressed in this song, which I’ll leave you with.
I’m sure my friends are fed up listening to me going on about it, but it is truly amazing! I can’t believe how bright and beautiful everything has become since I had the cataracts removed from my eyes. Now I am without glasses, except for close up reading.
It all started early in October when I visited the optician and was told ‘your eyesight is borderline for driving’. I knew my eyesight had deteriorated quite quickly in the last year, hence the visit to the opticians, but didn’t realise how bad it had become. So that set the ‘wheels in motion’, something needed to be done.
Having a cataract operation is said to be one of the most successful operations performed in the United Kingdom today. Many of my friends have had a cataract operation and most have spoken of its great benefits, so I thought it all sounded quite straightforward!
However, I confess that when I went for the operation I was feeling quite apprehensive, just the thought of someone working on my eye! The operation itself however was not painful, even although I was still a bit tense.
Before the operation eye drops are inserted to dilate the eye and the eye is frozen. You wear a gown over your clothes and a pair of slippers provided before you go into theatre. A mask is put over the top of your face leaving a space for the eye to be operated on. There’s a very bright light shining in your eye and you’re aware of the surgeon moving the instrument above your eye, which provides the sound waves for breaking up your cataract. At the same time someone is intermittently and gently pouring cold water over your eye. The cataract damaged lens is removed through the little slit on the surface of the eye, which the surgeon had already made. Since the eye is frozen there is no pain associated with this at all. After having removed the cataract the surgeon then implants a small lens into the eye through the slit that he has used to remove the cataract. I had opted for a lens that made it a possibility that glasses for distance would not be required after the operation. The whole affair took less than 30 minutes to complete.
This was followed by a nurse providing me with some instructions, an eye patch, (which had to be worn for a few nights), and with two sets or drops that had to be put into the eye 4x a day for 28 days. I was home the same day.
After the Operation(s)
I had read prior to the operation that some people are able to do light work on their computer or mobile phone within hours of the operation. However, when I returned home I found that my eye was very blurred indeed, and this lasted for the rest of the day. I had hoped that in the morning the blurriness would’ve disappeared, but in fact my eye was as blurred the second day. I was starting to feel a little anxious but a phone call from the surgeon assured me things would settle in a day or two. This calmed my fears and sure enough by the third day my eye was starting to clear, and within 4/5 days my vision had completely cleared.
It is hard to describe the difference. My ‘new’ eye was seeing a new world which was bright and beautiful, but when I covered it, the ‘old’ eye saw the much duller drearier world that I had been living in for the last year or so. Now I have had my two eyes done there is only one word to describe it – FANTASTIC!
My house no longer needs decorating, my white car looks as good as new, street lighting has greatly increased in luminance, and the Church looks as if it has had new lighting installed. Moreover my wife is looking better than I’ve seen her for a long time 🙂
I’m so grateful for the skills of the surgeon and the wonders of modern medicine!
It’s ten years since I gave up preaching, but this experience brought to mind so clearly some things the Bible says about our ‘spiritual’ sight. Please bear with me for a minute.
· I was slowly going blind and I didn’t realise it! The Bible says – The god of this age has blinded the minds of unbelievers, so that they cannot see the light of the gospel that displays the glory of Christ, who is the image of God. 2 Cor: 4.4 Or as C S Lewis put it –‘Indeed the safest road to Hell is the gradual one–the gentle slope, soft underfoot, without sudden turnings, without milestones, without signposts’.
· Jesus is the restorer of Sight – He said- The Spirit of the Lord is on me, because he has anointed me to proclaim good news to the poor. He has sent me to proclaim freedom for the prisoners and recovery of sight for the blind, to set the oppressed free. Luke 4.18 When we understand we are ‘spiritually’ blind we need to call out to Jesus, just like blind Bartimaeus did in the Bible story, ‘Jesus I want to see’ Mark 10:46 ‘Go said Jesus your faith has healed you’
· Heaven will be beyond our imagination – For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known. 1 Corinthians 13:12 and “What no eye has seen, what no ear has heard and what no human mind has conceived”— the things God has prepared for those who love him—these are the things God has revealed to us by his Spirit.1 Corinthians 2:9-10
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This week we got a glimpse of man’s amazing genius and ingenuity, amidst the doom and gloom being broadcast in our daily news bulletins. We see on the one hand a picture of man’s gift of creativity, and on the other hand man’s greed, selfishness, pride and depravity.
Personally I was blown away as I stopped to consider again the achievements of the Voyager 1 and 2 space craft teams, as they announced that Voyager 2 had now joined it’s sister craft Voyager 1 in interstellar space. Voyager 2 launched away back in 1997, is the only spacecraft to have spectacularly photographed Uranus and Neptune, two planets on the outer edges of our solar system. The photograph above issued by NASA gives some of the mind-boggling statistics.
NASA scientists predict that travelling at 38,000 miles per hour Voyager 2 will go by the brightest star in the winter night sky – Sirius, the ‘Dog Star’ at a distance of 4.3 light years, in 296,000 years time! These predictions are only possible because of the fine-tuning of our universe.
Genesis 1.27 says ‘so God created man in his own image, in the image of God created he him’
Man’s fallen nature of course is self evident in our daily news bulletins. When man has such creativity and abilities we are compelled to ask the ‘why’ questions. Why is half the world starving and without clean water when there is enough for all? Why do the rich get richer and the poor poorer? Why the wars and fighting? Why the abuse of men, women and children? Why a lack of education for countless thousands? And so we could go on. ! Genesis reminds us that there is rebellion around, which the Bible calls SIN, and the letter ‘I” is at its centre, as Frank Sinatra once sang ‘I did it my way’! Not God’s way MY WAY! I think we can all relate to that?
I was interested to read that voyager 2 carries a recording of the human voice as it travels into interstellar space! This Christmas we are reminded again of the message coming not from us, but to us from the God who created the heavens! ‘Unto you is born this day in the city of David a Saviour who is Christ the Lord’ Oh how the world needs a Saviour, oh how I need a Saviour – Jesus Christ the Lord. He did not come to judge, but to save!
Don’t miss the voice from heaven this Christmas but find this unspeakable gift, A Saviour in Jesus
I was looking in a drawer this morning and came across an old ‘ARP’ (Air Raid Patrol) whistle, which brought back memories of the ‘Blackout’, which was in place during the last world war. It was a time of German bombings, when we all had air raid shelters to run to when the sirens went off. There were no streetlights then either, and all windows had to have blinds and curtains so that not a chink of light could be seen from the outside. I can still hear the ‘’ARP’ man’s whistle, and his shouts to one of our neighbours, ‘get that light out’. Everyone was happy to comply, as no one wanted to give the enemy any help or advantage. My other childhood memory of the blackout was walking in the dark at night from Shawlands to our church in Pollokshaws. We were allowed a torch as long as it was only pointed to the ground. I remember there was often an ‘ARP man’ at the top of Hector Road who would say to my Dad, ‘make sure the children keep the torch pointing down’.
I never hear anyone talking about the ‘ARP men’ now, but most of them were volunteers, who worked during the day to help the war effort and patrolled at night trying to keep everyone as safe as possible. We knew their job was important because a stray bomb had exploded at the other end of Deanston Drive in Glasgow where we lived, demolishing the building. But as children no one would talk to us much about that.
Wow the Lights are on!
Sometime after the war had ended I remember my mum taking us out at night to walk along to the tram depot to see all the lights – WOW we were amazed, what a transformation light brings! The entrance to the tram depot then was adjacent to the Pollok Football Club ground on the space now occupied by ‘Morrisons Supermarket’ on Riverford Road. Lights have been coming on all over the place ever since!
There are not many people in the UK today who will remember the ‘blackout’, but last night I watched the new TV series on the Mediterranean, and viewed with horror the report from Libya showing the absolute devastation there, due to the fighting and bombing of that on-going conflict. Not to mention the horrors of Yemen, Assyria etc. etc. Blackouts in modern warfare I guess are a thing of the past, but I’m sure you will agree that there is still a lot of darkness around, darkness in the human heart and mind and in his actions! The Psalmist said many years ago ‘’Your Word is a lamp for my feet, a light on my path’(Psalm 119.105) and Jesus said, “I am the light of the world. Whoever follows me will never walk in darkness, but will have the light of life.” (John 8.12) As an octogenarian now, I can say that I’ve found both these statements to be true in my life, and I would commend the Bible to you and the JESUS of whom it speaks.
Today for many people around the world the light is coming on in their hearts and minds as they come to know Jesus as their Saviour and Lord! We are all invited to follow Him.