Bonar

Twas I that shed the sacred blood;
I nailed him to the tree;
I crucified the Christ of God;
I joined the mockery.

Of all that shouting multitude
I feel that I am one;
And in that din of voices rude
I recognize my own.

Around the cross the throng I see,
Mocking the Sufferer’s groan;
Yet still my voice it seems to be,
As if I mocked alone.

- Horatius Bonar

A panorama of 9 joined photographs showing the inner Dornoch Firth.  One can see Bonar Bridge on the left and the recognisable silhouette of the Struie Hill on the right. This is mid afternoon in winter and there is all-day frost in the shadows.  One can see the freezing fog gathering over Bonar Bridge.  As I post this, it is dark and the fog is thick outside the window.  

Who you should fight: British Prime Ministers

H. H. Asquith: He will be drunk, and distracted by intra-party division, and you will crush him. However, you will always harbour a sneaking suspicion that he deserved better.

David Lloyd George: He shouldn’t win, but he will. Probably by, ah, ‘bending the rules’ a bit, but his natural charisma will make it hard for you to bear a grudge.

Andrew Bonar-Law: Who is this man? Why do you want to fight him? You don’t know. He doesn’t know. It’s all very confusing.

Stanley Baldwin: A principled fighter who would rather lose than cheat even a tiny bit, he will win effortlessly anyway, and twinkle at you afterwards. You will like him anyway, and everyone will loudly wonder whether it was just sheer luck on his part, so your reputation is safe.

Ramsay MacDonald: See H. H. Asquith. May also decide, mid-fight, to join your team. Go along with it.

Neville Chamberlain: He will think you agreed not to fight. Then he will fight you, badly. Then he will give up and hand over to his mate Winnie.

Winston Churchill: If you don’t know whether or not you could take Winston Churchill in a fight then you have probably been living under a rock your whole life, or you are an American, or both.

Clement Attlee: Right, so let’s say you are mentally deranged, and want to fight this tiny, gentle, bird-boned man; you expect to win. You do not win. Five seconds into the fight, in fact, you are flat on your back, bleeding profusely whilst he calmly calls an ambulence and gets his mate Nye to explain the importance of socialised healthcare to you.

Anthony Eden: He should win. He is stronger, fitter, a better fighter. Somehow, though, he will cock up massively and you will beat him.

Harold Macmillan: Go on, fight him. He’s a shit, so I hope you win.

Sir Alec Douglas-Home: He is graceful, sleepy and tolerant. An easy win for you, you might think. No. This gentle fucker once got egged and caught the egg one-handed. Also foiled an attempt to kidnap him. Even if you were Harold Wilson, you might only win victory by a narrow margin.

Harold Wilson: Has a mixed record. I’m saying this one is 50/50 and depends on whether you are more of a Ted Heath or an Alec Douglas-Home yourself.

Ted Heath: You could probably beat Ted Heath in a fight by distracting him with nice music or his own hatred of Margaret Thatcher. The victory would be oddly hollow, though. It’s hard to really want to beat the shit out of a man who hacked a chocolate bust of Thatcher into pieces with a big knife.

Jim Callaghan: You don’t want to fight this sunny little sweetheart anyway, so who cares if you’d win or not?

Margaret Thatcher: You could not beat Margaret Thatcher in a fight. Please do not attempt to.

John Major: Yes, you could beat John Major in a fight, unless your name is Neil, or you are a ginger.

Tony Blair: I know you want to fight Blair, but you will not win, even though he looks weedy. He will beat you. Badly. Three times. May also lie, cheat, or deploy a Prescott.

Gordon Brown: DO NOT FIGHT BROWN, because if you harm a single hair on his head, I will hunt you down and kill you to death. I guess he’s also a great endurer and would probably take whatever you threw at him and fight until you were exhausted and gave up and therefore he would win. So that’s two reasons not to fight him. Don’t do it, kids.

David Cameron: You want to fight this genial-seeming, pink-faced, stuck-up posh-boy pig-fucker. Even if you quite like him, you know you do. Go on. You want to. 

“Let your light shine. Do not obstruct it, or hide it, or mingle darkness with it. ‘Arise, shine; for thy light is come, and the glory of the Lord is risen upon thee’ (Isa. 60:1). It is the light of love that you have received; let it shine. It is the light of truth; let it shine. It is the light of holiness; let it shine. And if you ask, How am I to get the light, and to maintain it in fulness? I answer, 'Christ shall give you light’ (Eph. 5:14). There is light enough in Him who is the light of the world. 'The Lamb is the light thereof’ (Rev. 21:23). There is no light for man but from the Lamb. It is the cross, the cross alone, that lights up a dark soul and keeps it shining, so that we walk in light as He is in the light; 'for God is light, and in Him is no darkness at all.”
― Horatius Bonar

Jesus has a special, personal, distinguishing love for each of His children; just as if He loved no other, but had His whole heart to give to us alone. His is a detailed and watchful care, bending over each of His children, day and night, as if He had no other to care for.

How sweet to think that each of us is the special object of such personal affection, the particular object of such unwearied vigilance!

—  Horatius Bonar