When I was a 12-year-old, my mother, a registered nurse at a local hospital, came home with a knot on her head and very distressed.
She had fainted during a delivery of a baby, to an elementary school girl.
She was a veteran but said it “tore the child apart”
So f@ck you, Laura.
A favorite Gong Christmas tradition is to read Charles Dickens’s “A Christmas Carol” aloud as a family.
I’ve often wondered why, when we refer to Scrooge, do we think primarily of a grumpy old miser, someone who scoffs at Christmas as a big “humbug”?
Why don’t we acknowledge more the new Scrooge? The new Scrooge who generously sends the prize turkey as a Christmas surprise? The new Scrooge who reconciles with his cheerful nephew Freddie? The new Scrooge who raises Bob Cratchit’s salary and cares for Tiny Tim?
Are there those around us, perhaps we ourselves, who could be a different person if only we would stop typecasting or stereotyping them as their old self?
No person and no family is perfect. We each have foibles and faults—things we wish to do better. This Christmas, perhaps we can receive—and offer—Jesus Christ’s precious gifts of change and repentance, of forgiving and forgetting, for each other and ourselves.
Let us make peace with the past year. Let go of the emotional angst and noise, the frictions and annoyances, that clutter our lives. May we grant each other our new possibilities instead of fixating on our past limitations. Let’s give the new Scrooge in each of us a chance to change.
When my kids were small, they had a sweet little piano teacher who said gently, “There is absolutely nothing you could ever do to make me mad at you.” There was nothing wrong with her choice of words; at the time, I thought it was lovely. Then I attended one of her recitals. Almost every student played lazily. They were capable students. They just contributed what was expected of them, and what was expected was nothing.
People who love you want to help you reach your full potential. People who love you will sound the alarm and pull you out of harm’s way, even if you don’t appreciate it at the time. People who love you will condemn self-destructive behaviors, plead for you to come up from the depths, show you ideals to which you may aspire, and encourage you in a path of redemption and creation.
One who loves you is not satisfied for you to remain forever as you are today. They see who you may become. They know, as C.S. Lewis said, that an egg cannot remain an egg—“it must hatch or go bad,” and one who *really loves you* is determined to help you find your way out of the shell. One who loves you will not stand for anything short of your ultimate good, if you will have it—even if you don’t understand, even if it makes you uncomfortable, because comfort comes later.
God really loves you.
🚨 Thousands of high school students suspended, forced to take SEVERAL vaccines at once, in order to attend school.
"I got suspended & now I have to go get a bunch of needles"
Sick world we live in where students Require ANY toxic Big Pharma products.
Saying “biological female” is like saying “winged bird” or “wet water.”
It’s awkwardly redundant.
Biologically female as opposed to what? There’s no other kind of female to be.
Have just been sent this by a patient at London’s Cromwell Hospital.
According to staff there, the term ‘women’ has been replaced by ‘Patients of Childbearing Potential’, on the basis of “inclusivity”.
Alienating over half the population in the name of ‘inclusivity’…
Telling children that the way to embrace who they are is to fundamentally change who they are, through the use of powerful hormones and irreversible surgery, is the cruelest lie of the modern era.