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Saturday, November 08, 2003
There are times when you feel in a void Drowning in a sea of people rushing around To nowhere, it seems So I seek a hand and Yeshuah, the compassionate, The lover, the beloved, comes Lucky me, lucky you When that happens, walk on then 
JUST A CLOSER WALK WITH THEE Just a closer walk with Thee, Grant it, Jesus, is my plea, Daily walking close to Thee, Let it be, dear Lord, let it be. I am weak, but Thou art strong; Jesus, keep me from all wrong; I’ll be satisfied as long As I walk, let me walk close to Thee. Through this world of toil and snares, If I falter, Lord, who cares? Who with me my burden shares? None but Thee, dear Lord, none but Thee. When my feeble life is o’er, Time for me will be no more; Guide me gently, safely o’er To Thy kingdom shore, to Thy shore. 
Saturday, November 01, 2003
Halloween It was in Ireland, Belfast, in 1947, that I experienced the Irish way of celebrating All Saints Day, preceded by the All Saints vigil. After vespers and supper, we gathered in the community room, and lo and behold, apples: red, yellow, green, hung from the ceiling, held by frail strings. Gently waving in a non existant breeze! Blind folded, we groped through the appleforest, mouth wide open, straining to put our teeth into one single apple, keep it firmly, take off the fold from your weary eyes, chew, eat, dance irish jig till dawn! 
That was the traditional "Bobbing for apples"! It was fun. What is Halloween' origin? The WEB tells me that "Hundreds of years before the birth of Christ, the Celts, inhabitants of Britain and Ireland, observed a festival on October 31st. The Celts and their priests, the Druids, celebrated Samhain, a festival that marked the eve of the Celtic New Year, which began on November 1". In the 700 AD, this festival was replaced by a celebration of all the "hallowed ones" who had lived godly lives in the Spirit of the risen Jesus. So November 1 came to be called All Saints' Day, also called "All Hallows' Day". The evening before was called "All Hallows' Evening". From that we get the modern name of "Hallow even", in short: Halloween. Quite cheerful! We, all of us, no matter who, no matter where, are Saints, that is created by Love, our Abba! And of course: "in Christ there is no longer Jew nor Greek, slave nor free, male nor female, for all are one..." (Galatians 3:28) Just Saints! 
So we can say "happy feast" to each other to morrow. With autumn flowers in the north, spring blossoms in the south and golden dust between the two! We are "Saints marching on" to where we come from! |