Looking back, looking forward

All the planning, adorning our homes, buying gifts and other preparations for Christmas have been and gone. They unfolded at their appropriate time as we celebrated the coming of Jesus into the world as a baby, each in our own way. It is now almost time to put everything back in their respective boxes and store them away for another year. In our home we had a wonderful family time together but my older son has now returned to his home in Cheshire and things are gradually returning to the way they were. The last couple of days we have tried to be creative in using up any left-overs. Yesterday the recycling lorry took away our torn Christmas wrapping paper, the varioius cardboard boxes and the empty bottles and so we begin to look forward to another year and whatever that will bring.



We look back over the past year and note things that have changed and hope for future dreams to be fulfilled. One of my favourite sayings is:

'Look back and thank god, look forward and trust Him.'

A few days ago I received an email with some noteworthy sayings that I am taking with me into the new year.

Happiness isn't a destination, it's the attitude with which to travel through life.

Objects were made to be used. People were made to be loved. Not the other way around.

A smile costs less than elecricity and gives off more light.

Friendship is one of the most beautiful gifts that God has given us to share.


I don't usually make New Year's resolutions but one I will try to keep is to live out those sayings.

Emmanuel

Part of God's beutiful creation (Malta)

We use the term ‘Emmanuel’ for Jesus particularly at this time of year – God with us.  Some seem to think that this means that God is ‘out there’ somewhere above and beyond and in humility comes ‘down here’ to humanity on planet Earth.  Others like St Francis see through their love of nature that God’s ‘footprints’ are everywhere in His creation.  It seems that the whole of God’s creation has a part of His DNA as it were.  You can see the likeness.  I quote from Fr Richard Rohr:

When God gives of God’s self, one of two things happens: either flesh is inspirited or spirit is enfleshed.  It is really very clear. I am somewhat amazed that more have not recognized this simple pattern: God’s will is incarnation.  And against all of our godly expectations, it appears that for God, matter really matters.  God, who is Spirit, chose to materialize!  We call it the Christ Mystery. Michael Angelo's 'Creation of Adam' This Creator of ours is patiently determined to put matter and spirit together, almost as if the one were not complete without the other.  This Lord of life seems to desire a perfect, but free, unification between body and soul.  So much so, in fact, that God appears to be willing to wait for the creatures to will and choose this unity for themselves - or it does not fully happen.  Our ‘yes’ really matters, just like Mary’s did. Adapted from Near Occasions of Grace, p. 5   In Genesis we learn that God created all things and He created humanity.  He breathed life into His creation – the Holy Spirit brooded over and breathed life into all things.  It has always been His desire to join together body and spirit – incarnation of Himself in humanity.  Sadly, we messed up and so in love, He sent His own Son to show us what He meant and make a way back for us.  Paul in his letter to the Romans says, “Do not tell yourself that you have to bring Christ down!” (10:6). And again I quote Fr Richard Rohr: He (Paul) knew that God had overcome the human-divine gap in the Christ Mystery. The issues of space and time have been overcome once and for all. God is here, not there.  The mystery of the Incarnation is precisely the repositioning of God in the material world once and forever. He is here!  All we have to do is accept and enjoy His presence. Happy Christmas!

 

Christmas Traditions -Rudolph the Red-nosed Reindeer

The story of Rudolph began in 1939, invented by a man called Robert L May.  At the time he was employed by a company called Montgomery Ward in Chicago.  For a number of years the company had purchased and distributed children's colouring books at Christmastime as gifts for their loyal customers.  In 1939,they asked Robert May to create a book for them in order to save money and so he wrote the story of Rudolph the Red-nosed Reindeer.  That year 2.4 million copies were handed out and despite hardship and a shortage of paper due to the war, over 6 million copies were distributed by 1946.

May got the idea for the story partly from the story of 'The Ugly Duckling' and partly from his own experience as he had often been taunted for his small, frail appearance as a youth and wanted to convey something of the feelings of someone who was thought of as a misfit in society.  He considered names like, Rollo and Reginald but finally decided on Rudolph for a name for the misfit reindeer.  The story was written in verse as a series of rhyming couplets.  As he went along he tested the story on his 4 year old daughter Barbara who loved it.




Sadly at the time of writing, his wife died and he was left with much debt because of medical bills but he was able to persuade the company president to give him the copyright in January 1947 so that his financial position was more secure.  The story was then printed commercially in 1947 and a 9 minute cartoon was produced in 1948.  This was shown in theatres.  May's brother-in-law wrote lyrics and a melody for the song 'Rudolph the Red-nosed Reindeer' and so the Rudolph phenomenon was born.  Some musical artists turned it down, worried that it would interfere with the legend of Santa Claus until Gene Autry's wife persuaded him to record it.  It sold 2 million copies that same year and went on to be one of the best-selling songs of all time, second only to 'White Christmas'.  Rudolph is now a much loved Christmas character.

 

Christmas Traditions - Santa Claus

I guess that most people know that the name of Santa Claus has evolved from Saint Nicholas so it is interesting to follow the history of the tradition from those very early days.  It begins in the 4th century when Saint Nicholas was the Greek Christian bishop of Myra in what is modern day Turkey.  He was known to be a very generous man, especially devoted to children.  One legend in particular tells of how he gave money to the three daughters of a very poor devout Christian so that they would each have a dowrie for their future instead of having to raise money by becoming prostitutes.  He died and was buried in Myra in 340 AD but it is alleged that Italian sailors stole his body and took it to Bari, Italy in 1087.  There the popularity of Saint Nicholas increased throughout Europe.  He became the patron saint of Russia.  In Greece he was the patron saint of sailors while the French thought of him as the patron saint of lawyers and of children and travellers in Belgium.  Around the 12th century the churches created an official holiday for the Feast of Saint Nicholas on the 6th December.  After the Reformation, his followers dwindled but the tradition was kept alive mainly by the Dutch who called him Sint Nikolaas that eventually became Sinterklaas.  It was when the Dutch took the tradition to America in the 17th century that the name Santa Claus emerged.

A vintage Coca Cola advert of the 1930s

In Britain, in the 17th century there was the tradition of Father Christmas.  Pictures of him survive from that era, portraying him as a jolly, well-nourished bearded man dressed in a long, green, fur-lined robe.  He typified the spirit of good cheer at Christmas.  This character and the gift-giver of church history merged into Santa Claus.  It is often thought that the first images of the modern day Santa Claus with his red and white clothes was due to the advertising of Coca Cola in the 1930s.  In fact, according to church history the patron saint of Russia, Saint Nicholas was portrayed with a red cloak and the first mention of Santa Claus was in the American press of 1773.  He had lost his bishop’s apparel, and was at first pictured as a thick-bellied Dutch sailor with a pipe in a green winter coat.  Santa Claus also  appeared dressed in red and white and essentially in his current form on several covers of Puck magazine in the first few years of the twentieth century before the Coca Cola adverts.  But I guess that the adverts in the 1930s did much to popularise the image we now have of Santa Claus.

I do feel that it's a shame that the original idea of Saint Nicholas and his generosity together with the whole Father Christmas idea of giving gifts and cheer has somewhat been overtaken in our materialistically orientated ways of the 21st century.  I always remember as a child and asking my mother whether Santa Claus existed or not and her reply was, 'I believe in the spirit of giving at Christmas'.  That, of course began with God's greatest gift on the very first Christmas.

Christmas Traditions - Christmas Cracker

The Christmas Cracker was devised in 1847 by an English confectioner and stationery manufacturer. He was on holiday in Paris with his family at the time.  English sweets were sold loose from trays but his children discovered that in Paris bon-bons were sugar-coated lollies that were wrapped in coloured paper and the ends twisted.  He thought that this gave them a novelty appearance as well as being more hygienic to handle.  He liked the idea so much that on his return to England he wrapped his lollies and sweets in similar paper and, unwittingly, began the development of his own 'bon-bons'.

 

The original Christmas Crackers were called Bon-Bons and were quite small with fairly plain wrapping.  Later said confectioner changed the wrapping to be a little more colourful and then added the friction strip - two small strips of cardboard coated with a small amount of explosive powder joining them together.  When the strips were pulled apart, the friction of the strips rubbing one against the other caused the bang that we still know today.  The friction snap was also known as "Silver Fulminante" - a discovery in 1802 by Dottore Luigi Valentino Brugnatelli (1761-1818) Professor of chemistry at Pavia University, Italy.  It was also the custom in Italy to have a little trinket inside a chocolate Easter Egg and the English confectioner would have been aware of this.

Returning from the family holiday in Paris, he pooled these ideas together and so the Christmas Cracker was born, complete with a surprise novelty, paper hat, a piece of paper with a joke or motto suitable for the occasion and, of course, the all-important snap to make a bang when pulled apart.  Originally all the contents were handmade and assembled by hand.  The outer wrapping would then be artistically decorated with a bow. 

The custom of decorating the table with a cracker on every place setting was established and handed down over generations.  Now this is seen not just in England but in other countries also.  Other manufacturers soon began to imitate the idea and with international distribution becoming easier the whole industry went into mass production continuing until the present day.

 

 

Christmas Traditions - Christmas plants

Over 200 years before Christ, Druids revered the mistletoe because although it has no roots, it remains green throughout the winter.  They often used it in their celebrations.  The ancient Celts believed it to have magical powers to heal and so they used it to combat poison, infertility and to ward off evil spirits.  It was also seen as a symbol of peace and the Romans said that if enemies met under some mistletoe, they would put down their weapons and embrace each other.  It was the Scandinavians, however, that appeared to introduce the custom of kissing under the mistletoe as they associated the plant with Frigga, their goddess of love and claimed that whoever kissed under the mistletoe was promised happiness and good luck in the following year.


In ancient times, it was generally believed that any plant that remained green throughout the cold winter months must have magical powers and so was often used in keeping evil spirits at bay.  It was believed that it was ghosts and demons that were whistling in the winter winds among the trees so holly was hung over the door in order to prevent the evil spirits from entering the home.  This would seem to be the precurser to the tradition of hanging a Christmas wreath of greenery on the door at christmastime.There was also a legend that claimed that holly sprang up in the footsteps of Jesus as he walked the earth, the points of the leaves representing the crown of thorns of his death and the berries his blood.  Greenery was also taken into the house in order to make the air a little fresher and to brighten the long dark days of winter.


Poinsettias were thought to have been used by 17th century Franciscan monks in Mexico during their Christmas celebrations.  One legend has it that a young Mexican boy was hurrying to attend a Nativity scene in the village but realised that he didn't have any gift to put in front of the manger.  So he quickly gathered together a few twigs of leaves and took them as his gift for the Christchild.  The other boys made fun of him but were surprised when in a short while the topmost green leaves turned bright red looking just like star-shaped flowers.  Joel R Poinsett was one time US ambassador to Mexico and the plant was named after him when he took the plant back to the US of A in 1828.

 

Christmas Traditions - The Christmas Tree

The tradition of the Christmas Tree is sometimes traced back to pre-Christan times when the symbolism of evergreen trees was part of ancient rites and ceremonies.  According to the Encyclopædia Britannica, "The use of evergreen trees, wreaths, and garlands to symbolize eternal life was a custom of the ancient Egyptians, Chinese, and Hebrews. Tree worship was common among the pagan Europeans and survived their conversion to Christianity in the Scandinavian customs of decorating the house and barn with evergreens at the New Year to scare away the devil and of setting up a tree for the birds during Christmas time." 

By the Middle Ages it was identified as the 'tree of Paradise' in a popular play about Adam and Eve.  The tree represented the Garden of Eden and it was decorated with apples to represent the 'forbidden fruit'.  This celebration also included the promise of a Saviour who would save the world from its sin and so it was often held during the advent season.



 
By the 18th century, it had become popular in most of Germany and was accepted as part of German culture.  It is thought that Martin Luther was responsible for introducing lights, inspired by his journey home one night when he was struck by the beauty of the stars twinking between the leaves of the fir trees he passed.  He decided to recreate the image on a small fir tree inside his house.



In Britian, it was known in the royal family in the early 19th century because of the union between George III and Queen Charlotte of Germany but it was Victoria's husband Prince Albert who made it popular and available to the masses throughout Britain.

Between now and Christmas it is my intention to look at other traditions connected with the festive season.
  

Victorian Christmas

Yesteday we had a most enjoyable day at Portsmouth's Victorian Christmas Market. Apart from the stalls, there were a number of entertainment events to get you in the mood. The first thing that we saw just after arriving through the gates was a demonstration of the Fort Cumberland Guard firing their muskets.

Shortly beyond that there was a kiosk selling warmed mince pie with mulled wine. For an extra 50 pence you could have the wine served in a souvenir mug which you could then take home. It seemed like a very appropriate way to start our Victorian experience!

Walking along it appeared to have started to snow until a few yards further we realised that it was a snow machine creating false snow in order to give an authentic Dickensian Christmas feel to the occasion. Throughout the market there were scenes of typical Victorian/Dickensian life.

There was also an exhibition of various old cycles - 2, 3 and 4 wheeled vehicles.



The original 'quadbike'?

As the market was held in the Historic Dockyard, there was opportunity to visit exhibits from earlier times in British maritime history - the Mary Rose museum.  The Mary Rose was a warship of the Tudor navy of Henry VIII. In 1545 it led the attack on a French invasion but sank in the Solent. It was raised from the sea bed in 1982. Also in the dockyard is HMS Victory, Admiral Lord Nelson's flagship that was used to defeat the French in the Battle of Trafalgar in 1805. I sense there was a bit of 'tongue in cheek' by the organisers of the Victorian Market as they put the French stalls right next to HMS Victory. Hmm!

We left the house just before 7.30 in the morning and arrived back about 7.45 in the evening, tired but happy to have experienced such an enjoyable day.

Preparations

The adverts are all trying to get us to part with our money and the shops entice us to buy their products.  The Christmas cards are beginning to arrive.  Every year the first one to arrive is from a 91 year old aunt who lives in Canada.  Yesterday I got the tree and decorations down from the loft ready for the weekend – I like to put the tree up and start putting the Christmas garlands and decorations around the living/dining rooms once December has arrived.  This Sunday Diego and I are having a day trip into Portsmouth to visit the Victorian Christmas Market there – looking forward to that!

 

A few years ago I bought a ‘Christmas’ cactus, so called because it flowers at Christmas time.  Except that most years mine flowers a bit before that.  And this year it has done just that.  It is now in full bloom.  I won’t complain because it is really pretty and this time of the year any colour from natural flowers or plants are welcome to cheer up the dull days.  But if I’m honest I would really like it to be in flower on Christmas Day.  When I see the buds appearing then I feel that it’s like another step in the preparations.  There are still quite a few buds that are still quite small and haven’t started to open up yet so maybe I’ll get my wish after all.

I’ve made lists and gradually ticking off the things that are now done.  Even though we don’t have small children in our home, I love Christmas and all it means to me as a Christian.  Why do people say it’s mainly for the children? - unless of course I’m still a kid at heart.

 

 

Omnirelevant

I have just invented a new word - omnirelevant.  The prefix omni- means all, ever, in all things and places.  We seem to use it more when we look for words to describe God - omnipotent, omnipresent, omniscient.  I have considered God to be all of these things and also be always relevant to my life.  I have always maintained that God is not just the God of the Jews or the Old Testament or even the New Testament but God is relevant to all people and now.

I, along with most western Christians, was more than a little surprised at the result of the Anglican Synod yesterday when they voted not to have women bishops.  Most of the people there at the synod wanted the motion to be passed, the outgoing archbishop and the new archbishop both wanted it to be passed so what sort of 'democratic' voting system decrees that it will not happen, at least not now?

Yesterday I also received an email from a relative telling me of her son's marriage and saying she would send me the photos for me to see.  She mentioned that as her son was divorced and this was his second marriage, she felt that she could not share freely on Facebook as there are quite a number of her acquaintances who (for ‘religious’ reasons) don't agree with divorce or remarrying and so would cause problems and she asked me please not to share the photos.

I am amazed that in the 21st century western world (I'm referring here to people who consider themselves Christians, not some other religion) there are those who still have such a dinosaur mentality when it comes to their faith and how they practice it and expect others to practice it.  Outside the church construct people are hungry for God but is it any wonder that they want nothing to do with the organised church?  God is relevant - omnirelevant to us all but it would seem that the established, organised church construct no longer is.  People see the church as not relevant to them, their circumstances or the world we live in today.  

Not All That Bad

Two of my blogging friends have had a difficult time lately and both on their blogs this week have focussed not on their tragedies but on thanking God for what they do have and some of the happy times they have shared this year. At this time of year when our thoughts turn to Christmas preparations, I was thinking of what I should include in my usual newsletter that accompanies the cards I send in order to keep family and friends up to date with what is going on in our family. To be honest I am struggling to find enough things to say as this year has been VERY quiet; no travel, no holidays away, no life-changing situations. It seems that this past year I have been very boring and nothing of significance has happened.


But reading my friends' blogs I realised that my attitude was all wrong. Instead of bemoaning my uninteresting life I should think of the good times I have had and the daily blessings that I have enjoyed. Today the weather here in Yeovil has been lovely and warmer than recent days. So I was able to hang the washing outside and by mid afternoon it was all dry. There haven't been many days lately when the weather has been suitable to be able to do this. This morning I went to the hairdresser's to have my hair trimmed. Again I thanked God for the health and strength to be able to walk there and back. This time last year I was struggling to walk so far but God has indeed been good to me restoring my health.

Those who know me or who have followed my blog will know that I love to feed the wild birds in the winter. This week I was able to get a photo of a bluetit on the fat ball container. It is always a pleasure to see these beautiful little birds and that I am able to help in keeping them alive during the cold spell.

I could go on but won't, but I have learnt, or should I say have been reminded yet again, that even when things are not as we would like or seem quieter than we're used to, there is always something good. It's just that we can't see the good things when our minds our totally absorbed with the not so good.  It's just like the old song says, 'Count your many blessings, name them one by one ... ... and it will surprise you what the Lord has done.'

Visit and Changing Season

I realise it's 2 weeks since I posted anything on my blog. It was 2 weeks ago today that my elder sister and her husband came down from the northeast to visit us for a few days. They came on what we call 'the Christmas run' (as I mentioned in my last blog). They come with their presents for those of us living in the southwest and in return we give them the presents from us here to take back to those in the northeast. We look forward to this visit each year. As we are all getting older and finding travelling not quite so easy and a little more tiring than a few years ago, we try to make the most of the short time we have together. On the Sunday we all went to my younger sister's house for dinner and tea and she prepared a lovely 'Christmas' dinner with all the trimmings as we are never altogether at Christmas time. We spent a day out in Wells, looking around the cathedral. We always enjoy the visits to the two local garden centres to wander round their Christmas displays and have a coffee in the adjoining coffee shop. The displays are lovely to see but they remind me of those in the northeast and somehow don't quite equal those in the Metro Centre in Gateshead or the window displays in Fenwick's big department store in Newcastle. The child in me lives on especially at this time of year!

Sister Jean and brother-in-law Bernard with 2 younger members of the family,
 Charlie (left) and Oliver (right) on the Sunday get-together.

 

My sister and brother-in-law don't have a computer and as his brother and wife are currently enjoying a 6 week fabulous holiday touring around New Zealand and Australia, I was able to let them read the daily blog telling of their wonderful adventure and see the accompanying photos. I have recently been tracing our family tree back through the centuries, thanks to ancestry.co.uk and was able to share my findings with them. My brother-in-law had also brought documents and information to trace some of his family tree and they returned happy with the new-found knowledge of past relatives and where they had come from. Maybe now that they have had a little experience in using the computer and seeing how useful it is to browse the net, discovering useful information and keeping in touch with friends and family, who knows, maybe they might consider joining us in the 21st century.

My parents on their wedding day -
1st August 1931

While they were here, the weather wasn't too bad and things in the garden were still growing but in the past fortnight the gardener has made his last visit for this year, the trees are looking bare and there are few blackberries left to gather. The small fig tree now has its winter overcoat wrapped around it before the frosts come, British Summer time is no more, we have had the first fall of snow and morning frost on the grass and the evenings are dark sooner. This past two weeks have gone by quickly and thoughts are turning to Christmas preparations. Suddenly it seems that Christmas will soon be upon us and I need to start writing cards, especially those that need to be posted for family abroad so they get them in time. Time to make my endless lists of things to do and buy!

It's Good to Talk

There is such a thrill when a baby says his/her first word - Mama or Dada.  After a couple of years we complain and get frustrated at the constant chatter and questions.  We know they are wanting to learn and know how things work but sometimes we wish they would just be quiet.  We long for bedtime and a bit of peace and quiet!  It seems no time at all until they are off to live on their own and then, oh how we miss hearing them.

At the beginning of this week a friend who usually blogs an update on her life in Latvia on a Monday evening wrote that this week her update was being put on hold for a few days as her parents were visiting and they were spending a lot of time talking.  I’m sure they had a lot to share as living abroad they don’t get to see each other as often as they would like.  Yesterday I was in town and was surprised to see a friend I haven’t seen for a few years.  We spent a good while chatting and catching up.  She told me all about her youngest daughter who is now 14 and that she herself has now remarried.  So much news in a few minutes!  Then at the bus stop I met another lady I hadn’t seen for about 18 months and was able to have a brief chat before her bus came.  That morning had been so productive, not just because I had managed to get the things I went into town for but because I had been able to catch up with old friends I hadn’t seen for a while.  It felt so good to talk.

Through the medium of social networks and email I have received a number of requests for prayer this week and have been very happy to bring their needs to God on their behalf.  Talking and sharing with friends can be such a help.  The old saying goes – a problem shared is a problem halved – and it does help to know that you’re not alone when there are troubled times.

This afternoon my elder sister and brother-in-law arrive from the northeast to visit for a few days.  They do this every year about this time on ‘the Christmas run’ as we call it to exchange Christmas gifts before the days gets too dark and weather worsens for travel.  But what is really good is being able to have long chats about family and friends we don’t see very often.  So until next Tuesday I won’t be on the PC so much as we will be talking … … and talking … … and talking.  Exchanging news, sharing experiences and just enjoying the company of friends and family is SO important.  Thank you Lord for this blessing.

Bird Brain

To say 'bird brain' I consider to be quite insulting - to the birds, that is. I think that anyone who has watched any wildlife documentary will know that actually they are quite resourceful and find a way to adapt to most things. The birds that come into our garden to feed know who feeds them and which gardens they should go to. When I go out to stock up their supply of seed, fat balls etc you can hear them chirping to each other as if they are saying 'Look guys, food is being served!' Their ingenuity was proven again to me this morning.




I didn't manage to get a photo of said pigeon but found this one

I was in town with my sister doing a spot of shopping. We went into Wilkinson as we both wanted something from the store. My sister suddenly said 'Look at that! There's a pigeon walking along that aisle' and sure enough there was a pigeon walking undeterred along the aisle not deviating to the right or left but headed straight ahead as though it knew where it was going. We continued on our way up one aisle and down another looking to see where they had the compostable liners for the small food caddies. After we found them we continued to the aisle where the wild bird food was kept as I needed to get a bucket of fat balls for the birds. We turned the corner at the end of the aisle to look for the fat balls and there in front of us was the pigeon. It had pecked a hole in an enormous plastic sack full of peanuts and was enjoying himself pecking away at the nuts. He knew exactly where he wanted to go to get a free lunch! He pecked away for a time and then trotted on, one satisfied pigeon. Bird brain? It didn't seem so dumb to me.



Conditional Independence

The word ‘independence’ conjures up the idea of freedom from being told what to do.  The teenager longs for the days of independence when they are not being restricted by their parents.  Yet they soon find that in order to succeed in life, they must be subject to the rules of others at work or university who keep telling them what they must or must not do.

In every walk of life there are rules to follow and the smooth running of society depends on each member of that society doing what is expected of them.  In that sense it seems that true independence would probably be a form of anarchy where everyone does as he pleases regardless of others … … or maybe opt out of society altogether and live a sort of hermit-like existence, a bit like the hunter-gatherers of ancient times.  So this poses the question, does progress really mean dependence?  I suppose the true freedom of the western world is in the freedom of choice that we have to choose which set of governing bodies we want to have making the rules.

 

Whichever form of government we choose we are still dependent on much that makes up modern life.  My last blog mentioned the dependence we have on electricity and such power sources.  A couple of weeks ago I had one of those moments with a dysfunctional mouse when I couldn’t use my computer.  We rely on fuel for transport and as a knock-on effect everything we use depends on this.  Without transport fuel there would be nothing in the shops to buy, so unless I am totally self-sufficient, (and who really is?) I am dependent on much.

 

Religious freedom is a bit of an oxymoron – a contradiction in terms.  Religions of whatever persuasion all have their rules that must be followed, a certain way of living and thinking.  Religious freedom really means freedom to choose which set of rules we want to live by, not dissimilar to society’s free parliamentary elections.  Jesus often criticised the Pharisees for their overbearing rules with nitty-gritty detail affecting just about everything in life.  Sadly there are today many groups of Christians in organised systems of church who have such control over their members.  Often these rules are not written down; you don’t have to sign up to anything but you are expected to act and think in a certain way - you shouldn’t go there; it is frowned upon to read that book; you mustn’t think along those lines.  The thing that strikes me in the Bible is how often Jesus deliberately breaks the rules to show that His kingdom is about real freedom to be one with God each in our own individual way.
 

 

As I get older, I hopefully am getting to the point of being truly free from what others think of me and what I should or shouldn’t do, say or think.  So are these thoughts those of an independent person who is not conditioned by rules or the ramblings of an old woman?  Maybe somewhere between the two!  It seems that being independent is more dependent than we care to think.

Rubbish Power

On the news this week there was a item about the future of electrcity in the UK. The 'experts' say that if we continue using as much as we do now, then within 3 years we will experience power cuts and black outs as there won't be enough electricity to meet demand. My thoughts went to sitting in silence in candle light - no TV, no PC, no music, unless I sing to myself a capella - even the keyboard is electric. There would be early nights, no heating and having to find an alternative to boil a kettle for a hot drink. It all seemed quite dismal. It took me back to my childhood before we had central heating or a TV not to mention a computer. But at least then we had a coal fire and could boil a kettle or a pan of soup so suddenly those days didn't seem that bad.

Then this morning I was reading through 'Your Somerset', the South Somerset County Council Newspaper where they bring us up to date with the work the Council is doing in our area. There was an article entitled 'From Plate to Power - AD on its way'. Intriguing - I read on. AD stands for 'anaerobic digestion', which has nothing to do with the effects of aerobic exercise on our digestive system!  It is in fact, and I quote from the article, a 'plant that will create methane for electricity generation from 19,000 tonnes of food waste annually.' So the weekly recycling collection that takes away all our food scraps, peelings, tea bags, coffee grounds and egg shells, as well as being used for fertilizer will now be used to create electricity. That made me feel a bit better about the future of electricity in this country.

It did make me think though, that how often we take things for granted almost until crisis point. We know the risks and dangers but somehow brush them off reassuring ourselves that things will all turn out ok. How much do I have every day that God freely showers on me in abundance and how often can I go a whole day without even saying 'Thank You, Lord'? He has given the stewardship of His creation to humanity and that is as much my responsibility as that of those in positions of power and government. We need to look after what we have in order to preserve it for the future.