Years ago, someone wrote into a local newspaper complaining that Christians had tried to put their stamp on a Christmas parade. Why do Christians have to make Christmas about their beliefs?
As ludicrous as it may sound it shows just how far we have fallen as a nation that it's no longer known that Christmas is (or at least used to be) a Christian celebration. Hollywood, Hallmark, and commercialism have managed to turn it into a happy holiday and if anyone remembers its origins it's along the same lines of the Saint Nicholas and Santa Claus story.
I've often wondered why someone who denies Jesus Christ would still choose to celebrate Christmas, but for years as a nation we've been taking Christ out of Christmas and making it just another holiday. Worse, we've imbued the season with messages of peace, joy and love, without stopping to consider or acknowledge the One who gives and brings those gifts. And as Christians, we've gone along for the ride.
Water. Life-sustaining water. Every living things requires it. Here in the West, a clean supply of drinking water is taken for granted. It's only when we don't have it (as happened recently in a North Island town) that we realise we have come to view clean water as a basic right.
So it seems rather petty to be complaining about the state of our town supply. A First World problem given that it is clean and free of most contaminants. It has not been used for bathing or laundering before reaching us. Animals have not laid dead it in for days. And we're not likely to contract cholera or typhoid fever from drinking it.
But it's also hard. And, at times, heavily chlorinated.
Recently my hair has appeared more dry and brittle than usual. When we first moved here over twenty-one years ago, I complained about the havoc wrecked on my hair and skin by the water. There didn't seem to be anything I could do about it, and so I learnt to live with it. Sure, I ex…
For the thirty-second or thirty-third year in a row (I'm not sure which) DH and I have made his mother's Christmas Pudding recipe. Only today did I learn that it had been passed down from her mother.
Nowadays we have lots of helpers. Which is a good thing ... even if slightly messy.
Once again, I share photos from a family tradition that I hope someone will take up when we're well and truly past mixing puds. I've suggested that The Most Adorable Granddaughter#1 be in charge but she wasn't too keen on the idea. I wonder why?