Monday, 26 December 2011

The Work Of Christmas Begins


When the song of the angel is stilled,
When the star in the sky is gone,
When the kings and princes are home,
When the shepherds are back with their flock,
The work of Christmas begins:
To find the lost; to heal the
broken; to feed the hungry;
To release the prisoner;
to rebuild the nations;
To bring peace among
brothers and sisters—
To make music in the heart.

—Howard Thurman

Sunday, 25 December 2011

Merry Christmas from The Jacobs


Everyone's asleep, tired out from the day. I took a nap after I arrived from KL. So this is what happens, when all alone downstairs, and the Christmas movie on Channel 5, Holiday, is over.


A close-up of the stash.


Enough already! What's a dog to do to get some sleep around here. (Answer? Curl up in the dining room without those nasty clicking things)

Give Love On Christmas Day



It was 1987 and our Guidance (cathecism) class was in charge of the Christmas pageant. We had to write a play. We had to manage the Christmas programme. We wrote our own version of A Christmas Carol. And when Tiny Tim sang for his family, after saying 'God Bless Us, Everyone!' was this. So it holds special memories.

And these words:

Even the man who has everything
Would be so happy if you could bring
Why don't you give love on Christmas Day..


seemed particularly apposite, when it came to Scrooge, who had everything. And nothing.

Merry Christmas, my dears.

Thursday, 22 December 2011

The Gentle Art of Blessing

Frequently, the things I feature here, are the things I need to be reminded of, more so than you, gentle reader. I did not bless as I woke up today. And then I read this in Heather O'Hara's 'Touch of Grace' newsletter for December and it softened something inside.

May it do the same for you.

And may you be blessed!


On awakening, bless this day, for it is already full of unseen good which your blessings will call forth; for to bless is to acknowledge the unlimited good that is embedded in the very texture of the universe and awaiting each and all.

On passing people in the street, on the bus, in places of work and play, bless them. The peace of your blessing will accompany them on their way and the aura of its gentle fragrance will be a light to their path.

On meeting and talking to people, bless them in their health, their work, their joy, their relationships to God, themselves, and others. Bless them in their abundance, their finances… bless them in every conceivable way, for such blessings not only sow seeds of healing but one day will spring forth as flowers of joy in the waste places of your own life.

As you walk, bless the city in which you live, its government and teachers, its nurses and streetsweepers, its children and bankers, its priests and prostitutes. The minute anyone expresses the least aggression or unkindness to you, respond with a blessing: bless them totally, sincerely, joyfully, for such blessings are a shield which protects them from the ignorance of their misdeed, and deflects the arrow that was aimed at you.

To bless means to wish, unconditionally, total, unrestricted good for others and events from the deepest wellspring in the innermost chamber of your heart: it means to hallow, to hold in reverence, to behold with utter awe that which is always a gift from the Creator. He who is hallowed by your blessing is set aside, consecrated, holy, whole. To bless is yet to invoke divine care upon, to think or speak gratefully for, to confer happiness upon—although we ourselves are never the bestower, but simply the joyful witnesses of Life's abundance.

To bless all without discrimination of any sort is the ultimate form of giving, because those you bless will never know from whence came the sudden ray of sun that burst through the clouds of their skies, and you will rarely be a witness to the sunlight in their lives.

When something goes completely askew in your day, some unexpected event knocks down your plans and you too also, burst into blessing: for life is teaching you a lesson, and the very event you believe to be unwanted, you yourself called forth, so as to learn the lesson you might balk against were you not to bless it. Trials are blessings in disguise, and hosts of angels follow in their path.

To bless is to acknowledge the omnipresent, universal beauty hidden to material eyes; it is to activate that law of attraction which, from the furthest reaches of the universe, will bring into your life exactly what you need to experience and enjoy.

When you pass a prison, mentally bless its inmates in their innocence and freedom, their gentleness, pure essence and unconditional forgiveness; for one can only be prisoner of one's self-image, and a free man can walk unshackled in the courtyard of a jail, just as citizens of countries where freedom reigns can be prisoners when fear lurks in their thoughts.

When you pass a hospital, bless its patients in their present wholeness, for even in their suffering, this wholeness awaits in them to be discovered. When your eyes behold a man in tears, or seemingly broken by life, bless him in his vitality and joy: for the material senses present but the inverted image of the ultimate splendor and perfection which only the inner eye beholds.

It is impossible to bless and to judge at the same time. So hold constantly as a deep, hallowed, intoned thought that desire to bless, for truly then shall you become a peacemaker, and one day you shall, everywhere, behold the very face of God.

—Pierre Pradervand

Wednesday, 21 December 2011

Rebecca's Christmas Cut-Out Cookies

I love this story from the Chicken Soup for the Soul Cookbook. And I know you will, too.

For 20 years, my daughter-in-law, Rebecca Russell Cannon, birth mother of seven, stepmother of three, grandmother to several, has been affectionately crowned Mother Christmas because of her annual Christmas Cookie Party. As early as October people begin asking for the date - they would never want to miss their favourite party of the season. To an assortment of nieces, nephews, cousins and friends, she sets the tone for a joyous holiday.

Rebecca has a large well-appointed kitchen with a huge round table that seats 12, plus a breakfast bar with extra stools and plenty of standing room too.

At her Christmas gathering, Becky happily mixes, cuts, bakes, cools, stacks and dispenses sugar cookies in the shapes of Christmas. Delighted guests of all ages are encouraged to dig into the frosting pots, the candy sprinkles, and the shredded coconut to design their own creations.

Cookie frostings are not limited to primary colours like holly green and berry red - paper plate palettes cover the spectrum: mauve, sage green and blue for bulging socks; silvery pearl for shining stars; chimney grey for Santa's boots; brick red for his suit; yellow for an angel's hair. And there is pure white and skin pink for the Baby Jesus cookies.

Her party is wonderful fun. The level of conversation between preschoolers, teenagers and grandparents is charming and civil. Everyone is a child in such a setting. Everyone is an artist. Everyone is a success as inevitable exclamations of approval erupt over every finished cookie.

Everyone is a bit of a philosopher about The Season, too. People eat as they go, sip cider or milk and take home their own prized plateful. Oh, yes, the annual cookie party is an enormous nuisance. Yes, it's an incredible mess! Certainly Becky is exhausted...but she's exhilarated by love, too.

How can one measure the worth of this kind of mothering? It bonds not only one family, but in-laws, neighbours, first cousins once removed and near-strangers seeking heart-shelter in such a home. As a pebble falling in a pool, the ripples from her devotion travel farther than Becky will ever know. As the grandmother (and her proud mother-in-law), I do so testify.

Rebecca's Christmas Cut-Out Cookies

(Makes approximately four dozen cookies)

Ingredients
1 1/2 cup powdered sugar
2 sticks (1 cup) butter or margarine
1 egg
1 teaspoon vanilla
1/2 teaspoon almond flavouring
2 1/2 cups flour
1 teaspoon baking soda
1 teaspoon cream of tartar

1. In the large bowl of an electric mixer, cream together thoroughly the powdered sugar, butter, egg, vanilla and almond flavouring.

2. Add the flour, soda and cream of tartar and mix thoroughly. Form into 2 large patties, wrap and refrigerate for 3 hours.

3. Preheat oven to 325 degrees Fahrenheit. Roll out the dough on a floured cloth to 1/2 inch thickness. Bake 7 to 10 minutes. When cool, frost with butter frosting.

Butter Frosting
Ingredients
4 cups powdered sugar
1 stick (1/2 cup) butter
1 teaspoon vanilla
Milk, as needed to make a spreading consistency
Food colouring, as desired.

1. In a mixing bowl, combine the sugar, butter and vanilla. Beat together, adding enough milk to make a spreadable consistency.

2. Place frosting in different bowls and add food colouring as desired.

Tuesday, 20 December 2011

Sweet Dreams


The miracle of Christmas is the gift of love.

Sometimes, I look around me and just feel grateful. Sometimes the best presents are not found neatly wrapped under the Christmas tree. Sometime the lights flicker and glow and each pulses with love.

I am a man dying of thirst next to a stream of sparkling water, bubbling, light, frothy, delicious. I turned away for so long, that now I think the singing it makes rushing forward so joyfully is just the sussurus through the leaves above me.

But it's not. It's water. It's cool. It's real. And there's enough for me to drink to quench the deepest thirst.

The lights continue to flicker. The leaves to glow. And the leave to rustle. Angel wings brush against my cheek. It's a lovely fragrance. Sometimes I close my eyes, and I go to heaven.

My stomach slowly unclenches. I lean back, chewing on a blade of grass. I close my eyes.

And fall asleep.

Sweet dreams.

Merry Christmas.

Monday, 19 December 2011

Still, Still, Still



I was wondering through my favourite music shop, getting a few Christmas CDs for Chubs as part of his Christmas present when the shop guy asked me to listen to Libera. I loved it. And I went back to the office and listened to it, while I tried to work. But it took me to another dimension.

No matter, for the first time, I felt my soul soaring and the cares and vexations of the day pass away. This was Christmas with a vengeance.

The next day, I got me some chocolate, the latter half of Modern Family second season (OK I finally watched the Boys Night Out, Nits...but I was laughing out loud for most of the episodes...it was so good). Also I munched on chocolate and felt happy.

Modern Family episodes, Celebrations chocolate, Arnold at my feet (or was it Maggot)....my presents wrapped, chestnuts roasting by an open...OK maybe not the chestnuts.

Joy to the world!