Rain , Peas and Wraps

Today is Messy Church, as it is twice a month during term time. The Rev. has taken a break down in Shropshire with his sister, so I am on my tod at home.

I am reading The Island Wife by Judy Fairbairns which I cannot put down, it is so near to my own life I am surprised at every page. I save it for bedtime as it helps me wind down. My son stuck his head around the door at 11:30 and told me to get some sleep or I wouldn’t be able to get up in the morning…hmmm heard that somewhere before…. but he was right I crawled out of bed at 7am pulled my wellies and waterproofs over my leggings and T shirt and wandered down the Glen in the pouring rain with the dogs. Came back and made tea for those who were having trouble getting out of bed themselves and went back into the rain to let out the hens ,who had made an awful mess in the hen house. When I’d done their housework and fed them, given Mrs Fergueson a lecture for bullying Doris I went back to find the son who had told me I wouldn’t get up in time, still in bed and the bus due in 15 minutes. Panic ensued, I also found myself drying a pair of shoes with a hair dryer, I told her they were no good for winter, and we are in the monsoon season in Argyll, but no ,she bought them any way. Both teenagers  made it  to the bus and I had a ham sandwich for breakfast because we seem to be running out of food fast, I thought I had enough for the week his nibs was away ,but we may be left with ice pops by Saturday.

 

I decide to cook the wrap fillings for the  Messy Church meal as the electricity is going to be cut off until 4pm in the village that we are going to, plus pizzas for the veggie types. I find that the freezer door doesn’t shut, so I think a quick defrost is called for ,especially as there is little in it. Bad decision, the ice is about 3 inches thick. I scrape out what I can and chuck boiling water at the rest, not the way to do it but I have no time.  I burn the pizzas while I’m doing this ,my feet are soaked and my slippers are full of defrosting Petit pois.

I am sitting down for a cuppa whilst the dogs and I regroup and clear up the mess. I’ll mop and they can eat the peas. 

Get your thinking Christmas Caps on!

I am aiming to have a Pram/Buggy  Advent Service in December. I have been “googling” for ideas, but the things that come up are “How to keep your child quiet in church”, “ten tips to get your child to sit still.” This is not what I want at all. Now I don’t want a riot, I do need to be heard, but I’d like to make it as informal as possible, but give Mums/Dads/Grannies/ Granddads /Childminders around 45 minutes to enjoy a pre Christmas Service. Many are too busy on “the day” and can’t come to a formal Service. I’d like to provide a bit of fun for the children but the Church has no spare rooms for a crèche, it has to be from the buggy. I do have some puppets.

I’d like to take the focus away from Santa and presents and give them a chance to think about why Christmas happens at all.

Any ideas, however revolutionary, would be gratefully received, and if you don’t go to church, I’d like to hear what would help you enjoy a Christmas  do in a Church building with your little ones.

Many thanks in anticipation of great things!  Jenni xx

 

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Angelic Takeaways.

Sometimes life can be very disappointing. By the time we are adults we should have learned how to deal with it. Some of us have been disappointed more often than others, perhaps if we have unrealistic expectations of things.

In our present society we expect to be well, it is our right ,isn’t it? Science has made great discoveries and a lot of illness can now be relieved. But is being well,  wholeness?

Isn’t it true if we believe in God, illness or crises create  a time when we try to get as close as possible to Him , we want him to make us well, so we strain to hear his every word. We pray more frequently and more fervently. We know in our hearts that this is how our relationship with him should always be, but when things are going well, we think we’ll get around to that prayer time later, we’ll read that bit of scripture when we can fit it in between TV programs. We use God , in a way that teenagers use parents. When we want something, there we are, the rest of the time we will manage on our own.

I’ve been reading about Elijah recently, he , if you haven’t heard of him, he was a great prophet in the Old Testament, he upset  a Queen called Jezebel, you have probably heard her name before!  She wanted all the Prophets of Israel dead, because she really didn’t want to hear the truth about God, nor did she like the Israelites much.

Anyway, she was after Elijah, he had been in a competition with some of her prophets of Baal. They had each built big bonfires and put a bull on top and then prayed to their respective deities to light it. Well Baal didn’t oblige, the prophets were a bit like the bad wolf trying to blow down the little pigs house of bricks, lots of huffing and puffing but no result. So Elijah, for effect, poured a few gallons of water over his, and asked God to light it, and the whole lot burnt to the ground. Jezebel was hopping mad, so old Elijah legged it up a mountain and wanted to give up and die.

This was not in Gods plan so he sent him some water and a hot bread takeaway via an angel. When Elijah felt better, after a good sleep and some food, (good advice to all of us), God said to him, “Elijah what are you doing here?”. Now don’t you think that is a strange question?

God knew what had happened, but he needed Elijah to tell him, for in the telling Elijah got things into perspective. Here was a man who had just performed a miracle (one of many) who knew God intimately, but when things got rough, and as they say “there is no scorn like a womans….”, he ran away, got all self-pitying and gave up. He panicked.

So God tells him not to get his loin cloth in a twist, because He’d got things for him to do.

When things just won’t go right, don’t give up, take time to rest, have something to eat, get it in perspective, talk to God about it and move on.

Two Sundays ago I found myself back in A&E, sorely disappointed that my  heart op.procedures were obviously ineffective. I was not only disappointed I was MAD! I had just got back to a near normal life, but 5 months in and I’m back to square one. Now where is the justice in that. I felt like Elijah, let’s go up a mountain and sulk, because I’ve had enough God!

So God says “What are you doing here Jenni?” So I tell him in no uncertain terms! And he says, well I suppose we had better go through the motions of getting this fixed again because I have a few things I want you to do !  So , I was shaken AND stirred,  I am aware that there are changes on the horizon, exciting things coming up , and I don’t want to miss out, so let’s have a nice cup of coffee and a sandwich and get on with it.

If you want to read the official version of this story have look at the book of 1 Kings, chapters 18 and 19.Elijah-cloud-cmg