If someone was to ask me what my favourite
childhood book had been I would tell them
it was
"Hurlbut's Story of the Bible" by the Rev. J. Hurlbut.
Hurlbut
strikes me as an amusing name now but in
1959 in my part of the
world the sound of the word
'but' didn't conjure up pictures of bare
bottoms - it
was still just a conjunction.
Anyway I
read those Bible stories over and over and
over.
And I still
love them.
I especially
love the story of a baby meant to bring
hope to a weary world, born of a virgin mother on
the winter solstice, visited by angels, shepherds
and wise
men who were led by a Star.
It just
doesn't get much better than that.
And so with my
own heart full of hope I wish
everyone joy and peace this Christmas
season.
