A Pandemic Christmas (Week 12)

On the Saturday before Christmas, the government admit that the Coronavirus infection rate has once again accelerated and has thus rendered their promised 5 day Christmas free-for-all unwise. One might say silly, even. As predicted. Obviously. Some areas were put into a new “Tier 4” lockdown overnight, making our continued “Tier 3” situation feel like…

A Curacy Christmas: Exhibit D-(Day)

So here it is, Merry Christmas! Husband left the house at eight am on Christmas Eve for back to back services and gatherings; came home for three hours; and then left again, to be back home at 2am. He’ll sleep until the kids wake at 6 and is preaching again tomorrow morning! And you know…

A Curacy Christmas: Exhibit C (H,A,O,S…)

So I noticed a discussion thread amongst some fellow “C-WAGS” this week, about the highs and lows of this first collared Christmas. One of the most common themes seemed to be the loss of routine, sanity and, well… Daddy, amongst those of us at home, in new places, with young children. So… In this vein… Two stories…

One Christmas

I remember my first ever Christmas away from the family home. I was 18 years old and my new, would-be-forever friend and I were on our northern, shoe string version of a gap-yah in the Far East; excited but devastated to be doing something so grown-up as spending Christmas on our own. Naturally, we had…

A Thrill of Hope

“What am I going to do?! We are heading out to Curacy… to “do church” for a living… and I just don’t think I’m actually a Christian!”