MND Musings - formerly Diary of a Donkeybody - This is a record of a chronic or terminal illness, Primary Lateral Sclerosis, a Motor Neurone disorder, like a slow MND / ALS. My body may not be very cooperative; in fact it's become as stubborn as a donkey, but I've found a dancing joy nonetheless.
Monday, 23 December 2013
Sharing Love at Christmas
I'm a great admirer of Jack Monroe, the young mum who
a year ago was homeless, and this year led the campaign to have the steeply
rising number of food banks debated in the House of Commons, which took place
last week with the government, rather than listening, whipping its MPs to
prevent an enquiry about the reasons. Nevertheless it was an achievement that
food poverty in 21st-century Britain was given two hours of Parliamentary and
Jack writes a blog (and a Guardian column) which at the moment is about having a "cheaper little
Christmas" without compromising ideals such as using organic and
free-range products - full of useful tips. However, today's is different. She
quotes a Facebook status from one of her friends, which I think is so good, I'm
using it as my Christmas greeting to you.
A friend posted this on her Facebook page this
morning, andI thought I would share it with you. It comes from the book of 1 Corinthians, 13, verses 1 – 13.
"If I decorate my house perfectly with plaid
bows, strands of twinkling lights, and shiny glass balls but do not show love
to my family, I’m just another decorator.
"If I slave away in the kitchen, baking
dozens of Christmas cookies, preparing gourmet meals, and arranging a
beautifully adorned table at mealtime but do not show love to my family, I’m
just another cook.
"If I work at the soup kitchen, carol in the
nursing home, and give all that I have to charity but do not show love to my
family, it profits me nothing.
"If I trim the spruce with shimmering angels
and crocheted snowflakes, attend a myriad of holiday parties, and sing in the
choir’s cantata but do not focus on love, I have missed the point.
"Love stops the cooking to hug the child.
Love sets aside the decorating to kiss the husband. Love is kind, though
harried and tired.
"Love doesn’t envy another’s home that has
coordinated Christmas china and table linens. Love doesn’t yell at the kids to
get out of the way. Love doesn’t give only to those who are able to give in
return but rejoices in giving to those who can’t
"Love bears all things, believes all things,
hopes all things, endures all things. Love never fails.
"Video games will break, pearl necklaces
will be lost, golf clubs will rust. But giving the gift of love will endure.
I'd just like to remind you that Love came down
at Christmas, and wish you much love in the next few days.