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Granny’s Tea Biscuits

Take me back 30 years in time and one of my favourite memories would be in the home of my mother-in law on a Sunday, at noon, after church. The entire family sat around the dining room table patiently waiting for the platter to arrive.

Clootie Duff (Dumpling)

Rhoda MacRitchie, a native of the Isle of Harris and a Gaelic speaker, fondly recalls the three-hour-long summer communion services of her childhood. Communion was a major event and people would come from miles around. Beforehand, the host congregation undertook a flurry of cooking and baking and there was a competition as to whose house attracted the most guests for a lunch of Scotch broth, roast lamb and trifle.

Hand-crafted World

Our Genesis-charge is to look after the world. Our own place is that of carer. That feels right. We aren’t just wandering around a gallery. We are tending and caring. Maybe that’s why the Psalm opens with the image of singing children. It focusses our minds on care. And maybe also makes us remember that it care isn’t all about shaping and teaching, but also about listening and celebrating.

Small Letter Changes

I am a bit of a hoarder. Well, really I just keep things I feel I might use sometime in the future. When my girls finally have to clean out this place they are not going to think fondly on this habit that is left over from my early years.

Recipes and Memories

Most of us have special memories of Sunday school picnics, Burns suppers, church socials and, above all, the home-baking served at teas and church-basement bazaars. These continue to be a part of the fabric that is woven into belonging to a Presbyterian congregation.

It’s Bigger than Children

The disciples were squabbling about rank, and Jesus brought in a child to make a point about welcome. And what a point. Because he didn’t say that whoever welcomes a child does the work of the faithful. Or serves God well. Or gets brownie points

Always Learning

Fear of messing things up has kept me from trying out these new things and I am a bit ashamed, especially when I recall the girl who at 18 took a train across Canada, who at 22 walked onto a ship (a very old ship) with her young husband and tiny baby and sailed to France.