The King in the car park

Pauline and I watched an astonishing documentary on Sunday evening.
It was was the story of how the bones of King Richard third were found in a Leicester city car park. They had lain there undisturbed for over 500 years until  historian, Philippa Langley, acting on a
strange hunch, paid for the parking lot to be dug up to see what was underneath. 

There, four feet under the tarmac (which had the letter "R" already stencilled on it) lay the bones of King Richard.

It was England's strangest example of intuition, education, personal conviction,and modern science combining to solve the riddle of a lost king.

For the next couple of weeks as we lead up to Easter, I will be sharing some thoughts on "Cold Case Christianity" culminating in the mystery of the Empty Tomb of Jesus Christ.

Please pray with me as we journey towards Easter Sunday.

Jubilate.

Ian.