My experience in Amsterdam is that cyclists ride where the hell they like and aim in a state of rage at all pedestrians while ringing their bell loudly, the concept of avoiding people being foreign to them. My dream holiday would be a) a ticket to Amsterdam b) immunity from prosecution and c) a baseball bat.
All worries are less with wine.
One of the things that vexes me to the point of near insanity is understanding the message of Christmas and realizing the potency of this message to transform the worst of our lives so that we can become the best of our ourselves, to shift the momentum of entire cultures so that the world is brilliantly enriched by each instead of destroyed by all, and to handily touch the hem of history itself so that history is changed in the touching. And while all of these are ours for the taking, I continue to watch the mindless hoards trudge past these things in order to embrace everything that is not the ‘everything’ of these gifts. And so I pray that God would grant them a heart ready to be captured by the ‘everything’ of Christmas.
The greatest gift in any gift is that there was someone who loved us so much that they simply could not keep themselves from giving the gift to us. And by far, the best example of that ‘someone’ is God, and the thing that He couldn’t keep Himself from giving us was Christmas.
I’ve written a few stories in my time. But sooner or later you realize that the greatest stories can’t be written by men because the best of our humanity can’t pen the stories that will save our lives. And so, God sat down and wrote one on Christmas.
I’m not certain that the greatest thrill was actually being rescued. Rather, I think that the greatest thrill was finally realizing that I would be. And the cry of an infant two thousand years ago was that realization.
Christmas does not invite you to something that happened in history. Rather, Christmas is God inviting you to something that’s already shaping your eternity.
We all have a dream for what this life could be like. Christmas is God handing us everything that we need to make that dream a reality. The issue is, are we willing to take up ‘everything’ or let our dreams fall to ‘nothing.
Paradise is not something that we create. Rather, it is something that we find.
Why Christmas?” we ask ourselves. It’s because whatever’s staring back at us in the mirror is the very same thing that’s emblazoned across God’s heart.
Christmas is God’s way of saying that we’re great, just not in the arrogant way that we think we are.
The rabbit of Easter. He bring of the chocolate.
I do love the beginning of the summer hols,' said Julian. They always seem to stretch out ahead for ages and ages.' 'They go so nice and slowly at first,' said Anne, his little sister. 'Then they start to gallop.
Find the sweetness in this holiday season. Embrace the endless love that surrounds you.
Most cultures traditionally link food and spirituality directly with periodic restrictions and celebrations punctuating the year. Abstinence from particular foods or full-on fasting is part of many religious traditions and holidays.
I was raised with a huge Armenian influence, always hearing stories of Armenia, celebrating Armenian holidays.
I once wanted to become an atheist, but I gave up - they have no holidays.
Being a Jehovah's Witness, I don't celebrate birthdays or holidays. I don't vote.
I've enjoyed many camping holidays with my sister and her children, but we're pretty posh campers.
My parents were working class and didn't have much money, so holidays tended to be two weeks in a caravan at St. Andrews or a B&B in Blackpool.