St Andrew’s Day and Advent Sunday

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When St Andrew’s Day falls on the first Sunday in Advent, the themes of both occasions sit naturally together. Andrew is remembered as the disciple who recognised something stirring in Jesus before many others did, responding with a straightforward willingness to follow. His simple announcement, “We’ve found the Messiah” in John’s Gospel, has the feel of a light being switched on rather than a dramatic revelation. Advent begins with that same sense of early illumination: the quiet awareness that something significant is approaching, even if it isn’t yet fully seen.

The first Sunday in Advent often highlights Jesus’ call to stay awake and keep watch in Matthew 24:42–44. This isn’t a demand for anxiety, it’s a reminder to pay attention. Andrew’s life echoes that posture. He listened, observed, and took practical steps towards what he sensed God was doing, then encouraged others to come and see for themselves.

Seen together, St Andrew’s Day and Advent’s beginning underline a simple pattern of faith: noticing, responding, and preparing. They point towards the value of small beginnings, steady attentiveness, and readiness for the arrival of light, peace, and renewal.

Advent Draws Us Deeper

Advent isn’t a season that leaves us skimming the surface of things, rushing about with lists and lights, though it’s easy to let it become that. At its heart, Advent is an invitation into waiting, watching, and yearning. It slows us down to listen for the footsteps of the one who is coming, the Christ who once entered the world in Bethlehem, who comes to us now in Spirit, and who will come again in glory.

To wait is to admit that we aren’t in control, that we can’t make the kingdom arrive by our own effort or force. We wait like Israel of old, who longed for God’s promises to be fulfilled. Isaiah spoke of a people walking in darkness who would see a great light, and Advent teaches us to hold that promise close in our own darkness. In our world of wars, injustice, and sorrow, waiting doesn’t mean passivity. It means watching for God’s movement with eyes sharpened by hope.

This season also deepens our longing. The carols and candles are beautiful, but they’re meant to stir something deeper than sentimentality, a hunger for Christ’s presence that nothing else can satisfy. Mary’s Song in Luke 1 shows us that longing isn’t quiet or tame. It bursts out with joy and prophecy: He has filled the hungry with good things but has sent the rich away empty. Advent asks us whether we dare to share in that longing, whether we let God awaken a hunger for justice, peace, and mercy in us.

And Advent draws us deeper into love. As Paul writes in Romans 13, The night is nearly over; the day is almost here. So let us put aside the deeds of darkness and put on the armour of light. We prepare not just with candles and wreaths, but with acts of kindness, reconciliation, and generosity. Each gesture of love becomes a way of making room for Christ.

Advent is not shallow waiting, but holy depth. It’s the pause before the music swells, the silence before the dawn. It invites us to wait, to long, and to love until Christ fills our emptiness with his presence, and our world is Illuminated with his coming.

Roman Welfare Benefits

It’s easy to imagine the ancient world as hard, unforgiving, and uninterested in the wellbeing of ordinary people, yet the Romans quietly remind us that societies have always wrestled with how to care for those who’re vulnerable. They didn’t have anything like a modern welfare state, but they did understand that a city, and an empire, couldn’t hold together unless people had enough to live on. That sense of shared responsibility feels surprisingly familiar.

In Rome, the annona – the state grain supply – became a lifeline. Huge quantities of grain were shipped in from across the empire and distributed free or at subsidised prices to the city’s poorer citizens. Taxes, rents, and provincial revenues made it possible. It wasn’t simply largesse; it was a recognition that a hungry population breeds unrest, while a fed population can breathe, hope, and build.

Later, under Trajan, the alimenta scheme offered support for orphaned and poor children in Italy. Money from taxes and state-managed loans funded regular payments to help them grow, learn, and thrive. It wasn’t universal, and it certainly wasn’t perfect, but there was a quiet moral thread running through it: children matter, and society can’t flourish if they’re left behind.

Even the emperors’ occasional cash gifts, debt relief, or employment through public works carried the same message. However self-interested those acts were, they revealed an understanding that prosperity isn’t just an individual pursuit; it’s something held in common, something tended and shared.

When you look at it this way, the Romans weren’t just building roads and aqueducts. They were experimenting with the idea that a community should look after its people – an idea that still shapes the choices we make today.

Lancashire Day

Lancashire Day, marked every year on 27 November, is a chance for people across the historic county to recognise and celebrate Lancashire’s heritage. The date commemorates the moment in 1295 when Lancashire first sent representatives to Parliament, which is why it’s often described as the county’s official “birthday”. Today, it’s used as an opportunity to highlight the history, culture, and identity of a region that’s played a significant role in shaping the UK.

Across the county, councils, community groups, and local organisations use Lancashire Day to promote everything from traditional food to local industry. You’ll often hear the official Lancashire Day proclamation read out, affirming loyalty to the county and reminding people of its historic boundaries, which are wider than the present administrative ones. Many residents still take pride in identifying with the traditional county rather than the modern divisions created in the 1970s.

Lancashire’s story is closely tied to the Industrial Revolution, the growth of the textile industry, and the development of seaside towns like Blackpool and Morecambe. Lancashire Day provides a simple way to reflect on these contributions and to acknowledge how the county continues to evolve through education, culture, sport, and innovation.

What stands out about the day is how grounded it is. There are no grand ceremonies; instead, it’s about local pride, a sense of belonging, and an appreciation for the everyday character of the county. Lancashire Day reminds people where the county has come from, and why its identity still matters to so many.

Broken Brexit Britain

Brexit hasn’t just nudged the UK off course, it’s pulled us steadily into a poorer, smaller, and more divided version of ourselves. The promises that once shimmered with confidence have evaporated, leaving us with slower growth, weaker trade, and a constant sense that the country is working harder for less. Businesses have been saddled with paperwork that no one asked for, investment has drifted to Europe, and young people have lost freedoms that older generations took for granted. Prices are higher, opportunities are thinner, and the dream of a nimble, global Britain has shrunk into something far more fragile.

Politically, we were told we’d take back control, yet control is exactly what we’ve lost: influence in Europe, trust in government, and even harmony within our own Union. Scotland feels further away than ever, Northern Ireland remains caught in a web of compromises, and the country as a whole seems stuck in a permanent argument about who we are and where we’re going.

Brexit has left a mark on our national spirit too. It sharpened old divides and opened wounds that still haven’t healed. Most people now see leaving the EU as a mistake, and that quiet shift in mood says everything. This isn’t the confident leap into the world we were promised; it’s a slow unravelling, a sense of potential slipping through our fingers. Britain deserved better than this, and deep down, we know it.

Free Speech Under Threat

It’s hard to ignore the chill that runs through moments like this. A respected historian, Rutger Bregman, delivered a thoughtful lecture for BBC Radio 4, only to discover that a key line had been removed from the broadcast. The line wasn’t inflammatory, nor was it reckless; it was simply his assessment that Donald Trump was “the most openly corrupt president in American history.” When he learnt it had vanished, he said the decision came “from the highest levels within the BBC” and that he was “genuinely dismayed” by the quiet edit.

And honestly, it’s difficult not to share his dismay. Free speech isn’t just threatened by governments or dramatic acts of censorship; sometimes it’s chipped away by small, silent decisions that trim the edges of honest conversation. Public broadcasters should be places where we can hear carefully argued perspectives, especially when they touch on uncomfortable truths. If historians can’t speak plainly about the subjects they study, even when those subjects are controversial, then our collective understanding grows narrower, not richer.

There’s something troubling about the BBC shielding listeners from a historically grounded criticism simply because it mentions a polarising figure. It risks creating a culture in which anything remotely sensitive gets softened, diluted, or cut altogether. And once that happens, we lose more than a sentence about Trump; we lose confidence that open debate is still welcome.

Moments like this remind us how precious free speech is, and how easily it can be lost.

Whose Flag Is It?

The Raise the Colours campaign in the UK (Summer 2025) was presented as a simple celebration of English identity, yet the evidence surrounding its organisation, its supporters, and the reactions of affected communities pointed to something more troubling.

Far-right groups, including Britain First, donated flags and promoted the movement, creating an atmosphere in which a patriotic gesture was easily co-opted into a display of dominance. Councils and community groups warned that the campaign risked intimidating already marginalised communities, especially where its supporters had been linked to anti-migrant activism and street intimidation.

Reports from Birmingham and other towns described residents feeling unsettled as groups of men arrived to plant flags, sometimes accompanied by harassment or racist language. Anti-racist organisations called the movement a coordinated attempt to unsettle asylum seekers, migrants, and Muslims, noting that it often appeared alongside anti-migrant protests. This sense of threat wasn’t imagined: attacks on mosques involved English and British flags, folded into a wider narrative of Christian-nationalist hostility rather than civic pride.

Surveys showed the depth of mistrust. Around half of ethnic minority adults in the UK said the St George’s flag had become a racist symbol, with even higher numbers among British Muslims. When a symbol was experienced this way by the very people it claimed to represent, its widespread and unsolicited display felt less like celebration, and more like a warning.

Taken together, these reports, perceptions, and patterns made it clear that Raise the Colours wasn’t simply about patriotism; for many, it carried the weight of exclusion, pressure, and fear.

Manufactured Outrage

Tabloid newspapers and social media manufacture outrage to promote sales and encourage clicks, but constant outrage about nothing is bad for us. A careless headline or a clipped video is enough to spark a wave of indignation that spreads faster than any calm explanation, and before we realise it, we’ve been drawn into yet another cycle of anger that leaves us feeling drained. This constant agitation isn’t harmless; it shapes the way we see the world and nudges us towards suspicion, cynicism, and fear. It also quietly erodes our mental health, because the human mind isn’t designed to live in a permanent state of alert.

When Jesus said, “do not let your hearts be troubled” (John 14:1 NIVUK), he wasn’t speaking into a peaceful world but into one where fear and confusion were daily companions. His words still meet us there, reminding us that peace isn’t naïve or passive; it’s a form of holy resistance. We can choose to step back, breathe, and seek whatever is true, noble, right, pure, lovely, and admirable, letting that shape our minds instead of the noise.

The Advent Season Beckons

As the days shorten and winter settles in, the season of Advent beckons us into a sacred rhythm of waiting, watching, and wondering. More than a countdown to Christmas, Advent is a spiritual invitation to journey inward, towards mystery, hope, and transformation.

Rooted in the Latin word adventus, meaning coming, Advent marks the anticipation of Christ’s arrival, not only in the manger of Bethlehem, but in the quiet corners of our hearts and the unfolding of history. It’s a season that resists haste. In a world that prizes immediacy and spectacle, Advent whispers a counter-cultural truth – depth is found in stillness, and meaning in the slow unfolding of time.

The liturgical practices of Advent, lighting candles, reading prophetic texts, singing hymns of longing, are not mere rituals. They’re signposts guiding us deeper into the mystery of incarnation. The first candle flickers with hope, the second with peace, the third with joy, and the fourth with love. Each flame illuminates a path through the shadows of despair and distraction, drawing us closer to the heart of God.

Advent also invites us to confront the ache of waiting. Like the prophets who cried out for justice, like Mary who pondered the angel’s words, we too are called to dwell in the tension between promise and fulfilment. This waiting is not passive, it’s active, expectant, and transformative. It teaches us to listen more attentively, to see more clearly, and to love more deeply.

In this coming sacred season, we’re reminded that the divine doesn’t always arrive with fanfare. Sometimes, it comes quietly, in a whisper, a flicker, a breath. Advent draws us deeper not by offering answers, but by awakening our longing. And in that longing, we find ourselves drawn ever closer to the mystery of Emmanuel – God with us.