Love’s Pure Light

The Reason For The Season

So, I just came home from the Christmas eve midnight service. Yep, an actual service, in an actual church. We had the readings, sang carols albeit in rather hushed tones, took communion. Apart from the fact that we sat approximately one mile from each other, it was just like old times. It felt good to be in my Father’s house, just to be somewhere for an hour or so thinking about things that are more important than my problems or the crazy year we’ve all found ourselves in.

Still, here we are, hope we all make it to the end of this year, hale and hearty. I had to laugh in between hosannas when it occured to me that we finally got a resolution to the Brexit debacle in the most unlikely year of the four and a half years of madness that escapade has rumbled on for. Leaver or Remainer, I bet most of us are just glad to have a conclusion. And no, I don’t want to talk about the fish. The fish is way above my paygrade. The government should subside the poor fishermen and women from that magic money tree they’ve been visiting lately, until the fishing quotas end. If they can pay £20 billion for useless PPE, they can subside the people who grow and catch our food.

This post has pretty much written itself but I do want to remind myself and you that things will get better, that love always wins and that God loves us all more than we can ever fathom, even when we are at our unloveable worst 🙂 Merry Christmas, pray we all have a fabulous, love and light-filled one. The wretched tiers put the kybosh on my Christmas plans but it’s not the end of the world. I finish with one of my all-time-favourite passages: John 1:1-5, 14.

In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. The same was in the beginning with God. All things were made by him; and without him was not any thing made that was made. In him was life; and the life was the light of men. And the light shineth in darkness; and the darkness comprehended it not.

And the Word was made flesh, and dwelt among us, (and we beheld his glory, the glory as of the only begotten of the Father,) full of grace and truth.

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Tragedy To Farce

Karl Marx wrote that history repeats itself; first as tragedy then as farce. Guess where we are? First of all, let me just say that I still firmly believe that the Covid madness is over, bar the shouting. What we are witnessing now is what happens when people don’t know when to quit. The Covid narrative is a busted flush but we are still having to go through the motions. Come December the 31st, this insanity will come to a halt. So here we go again; lockdown no 2085. The government has just put London in Tier 4 so there go my Christmas plans. Of course in the light of the problems so many people are experiencing, if that is my worst problem, quite frankly I’m laughing. The poor people who work in the hospitality and entertainment industries are just having to stand by helplessly while their livelihoods are being destroyed. The concept of a mutated version of the virus that is cutting a swathe through the South East but is still susceptible to a vaccine ostensibly developed for another strain is so risible that I can’t believe anyone can make the claim with a straight face. They must be following that science again.

But be of good cheer, you just have to hold on a little longer and the whole house of cards is coming down. I suspect that January might be a bit tough as we all rub our eyes and look at the rubble our societies have been reduced to but the whole shenaningans of endless vaccinations and lockdowns and restrictions? That stuff is done. In the spirit of always cheering you up, here are my latest favourite videos and a repeat of my all-time fave. This is no laughing matter you say. Well then what shall we do after we’ve sobbed our hearts out? The one thing that authoritarian societies cannot handle is ridicule because you can’t terrify people who are laughing. That’s why the first section of society that is targeted by any dictator who knows his business is the arts, particularly writers, actors, painters and comedians. So ignore these maniacs, they don’t get to cancel Christmas. Christmas is too big for them: the fact of a newborn baby, come into the world for the sole purpose of rescuing and ransoming every soul in that world. Until I meet a person who can guarantee that when he/she inhales, they’ll definitely exhale because they have the power over life and death, I’m not going to let anyone terrorise me. We are going to make the best of any idiotic rules they come up with and we will rejoice and be glad wherever we are because the people who walked in darkness have seen a great light. Mere people don’t get to take that away, they don’t have the power. So, be of good cheer because Christ has overcome the darkness. Christmas is cancelled, indeed! Muppets.

Enjoy the videos, and have a wonderful week.

My personal favourite
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