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A New Convenant
It. Is. Finished.
Three simple words.
Offered up with a dying breath.
Offered up triumphantly.
Offered up for the salvation of mankind.
It. Is. Finished.
Thank You Lord.
But Christ came as High Priest of the good things to come, with the greater and more perfect tabernacle not made with hands, that is, not of this creation. Not with the blood of goats and calves, but with His own blood He entered the Most Holy Place once for all, having obtained eternal redemption. For if the blood of bulls and goats and the ashes of a heifer, sprinkling the unclean, sanctifies for the purifying of the flesh, how much more shall the blood of Christ, who through the eternal Spirit offered Himself without spot to God, cleanse your conscience from dead works to serve the living God? (Hebrews 9:11-14, NKJV.)
What better way to begin 2018 than with a family picnic at the beach/creek? Some of the older adults had gone fishing in the river mouth prior to the family gathering at the beach but with no success (we'll I'm assuming they weren't successful as I haven't heard otherwise). As we started collecting in the crowded carpark near the beach, it began to rain. Undeterred we continued with our plans and the rain soon stopped, the monster waves that were predicted didn't eventuate, and we had a wonderful time. There may even be some new contenders in the master kayakers' league now!
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.
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?