28 years ago last month, I resigned my job in a respectable London hospital and headed for the ski slopes of Switzerland. I remember dire warnings from my boss that I would never get another job again, but I wasn’t too worried. When you’ve got God on your side, you can take risks that others can’t. I knew He would look after me, and so it proved. It broke a bondage in my life, and looking back it was one of the best decisions I’ve ever made.
Now 28 years later I’m doing something similar, again back on the ski slopes of Switzerland but this time mainly to write not to ski. Life is very short, and the older you get the shorter it looks. Like the saying goes, “No one ever lay on their deathbed and said I wish I’d spent more time working.” I get a bit of correspondence back from what I write, and some of it shocks me. Yesterday I replied to someone who told me the way to get close to God is to read the bible for a minimum of four hours a day, and believe me they get much worse than that! One thing I’ve finally learned is that we don’t get to God by trying harder, and in fact trying harder is often the surest road to becoming the ultimate Pharisee. Continue reading