Our church is working its way through The Story, a thirty-week study course that goes all the way through the Bible, from Genesis to Revelation, with the intention of giving a holistic view. Last week we studied Daniel and his three friends – Shadrach, Meschach and Abednego – who were condemned to death by the despotic Nebuchadnezzer for refusing to bow to his graven image. The king had them chucked into a furnace, seven times hotter than usual and is astonished when they emerge unharmed. “Weren’t there three men that we tied up and threw into the fire?” he asks his aides. “Look! I see four men walking around in the fire, unbound and unharmed, and the fourth looks like a son of the gods.”
Son of the gods may be pushing it, but this sort of intervention seemed obvious.
In other news, Daniel finished his next set of reading books and brought home Ratty the Rat, the class mascot, one of those stuffed-toy-with-diary things where you paste in pictures of Ratty playing on the XBox / swimming / in the park. Or, in our case, re-enacting scenes from ‘The Talons of Weng Chiang’, with arguably improved effects.
That was Emily’s idea. It was mine, on the other hand, to add an extra dimension (in space, relatively speaking) to the Mr Tumble’s Tumble family.
You can mock me if you want, but I think there’s a market for that spotty TARDIS, even if it’s a bit Happiness Patrol. It really is something special. (Sorry. I’ll get me scarf.)
Are we Tom Baker obsessed in this house at the moment? No. That’s silly.