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Jesus of Nazareth, the Nazarene, Jesus Christ, the Christ, the Good Shepherd, the Redeemer or the Deliverer? To this day, the identity of Jesus remains an unfathomable mystery for non-believers and a glorious open book of hope for the devout. Who really was this figure and why are his life and sermons so pivotal to the core of Christianity, the religion founded in his name and in honour of his sacrifice to humankind? The Essence of Jesus tackles such fascinating subject matter in ground-breaking form, turning to sources as diverse as the Bible, iconic art, Church reformers, religious ritual, as well as other religions, leaders and holy texts, in order to offer a well-rounded discussion about the power of Jesus' word and his legacy.
For Arthur Rowe the charity fĂȘte was a trip back to childhood, to innocence, a welcome chance to escape the terror of the Blitz, to forget twenty years of his past and a murder. Then he guesses the weight of the cake, and from that moment on he's a hunted man, the target of shadowy killers, on the run and struggling to remember and to find the truth.
Arthur Rowe was an innovator at a time when English soccer was wedded to the tactics of Arsenal's Herbert Chapman, whose style bypassed the midfield and much-depended on expensively imported talent. When other clubs who lacked similar spending power adopted Chapman's approach, the English game morphed into a heavy dependence on longball football, beef-and-muscle, luck, and the defensive frailties of opponents. Rowe's approach, with which he gained instant success wherever he coached, depended instead on short, first-time passing to feet. Before injury ended Rowe's Spurs playing career he had captained the club into the First Division and was also capped by England. Then, on the eve of the Se...
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Arthur Rowe, on an aimless afternoon stroll through wartime London, drops into a charity bazaar, has his fortune told, guesses the weight of a prize cake, and finds himself groping his way down the obscure and unmarked corridors of the Ministry of Fear. As it happens, Mr. Rowe has for some time been incapable of being frightened, and the Ministry staff has shown bad judgment in admitting him. It is their only diplomatic blunder, and it proves to be fatal.