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Thursday, 22 August 2013

Still in the Pits



This might be a bit of a google myth, but in my hunt for recipes for wild cherry jam I came across a few comments about the pits.

Someone suggested cutting a few cherry pits in half and popping the inner kernel into the jam, as the inner kernel contains arsenic and gives a slight almondy flavour! There was a warning not to be too enthusiastic here but to be careful how many you put into the pot. 

I read that after I’d accidentally swallowed one of these pits – very tricky to suck the cherry off the stone without sucking the whole lot down your throat. Hopefully I won’t be poisoned slowly over the next few days or weeks...

So the question is, why not just add a little almond flavouring, or even a few chopped up almonds, if you want your cherry jam to have a hint of almond? Why tinker around with arsenic? 

Sometimes in life we hanker after a hint of the exotic. In this busy world where we are often so harassed, we long for inner peace and calm and we are persuaded by popular culture and celebrity practices to try out ‘new’ ways and mutter ‘new’ words. We flirt with crystals or palm readings, fashionable eastern religious ideas or meditations, without recognising that there is a hard kernel at their centre which can poison our spiritual beings. 

The Bible is really clear about who God is. In the book of Isaiah, God asserts several times that he is the only God, there are no other gods, that he is the God who created heaven and earth, that he is the Lord who loves his people. And he warns us off idolatry, flirting with other ideas of god. Because he knows that at the heart of idolatry is a kernel of poison which we may not notice until we’ve swallowed just one pit too many.

Thursday, 28 June 2012

Scotch Mist Disruptions



It may sound exotic and mysterious. But as the mist descends ever thicker on the saturated earth beneath, essential landmarks are lost and risks increase.

Awaiting the longed-for arrival of a plane bearing beloved mother and daughter, I am beginning to wonder if they will be able to land. The website for the airport shows many flights cancelled, but theirs, so far, still scheduled. That could mean they are en route, so the prayers now are that they are not diverted to another, less fogged-in, airport, and bussed up. That would not be funny.

The most straight-forward of journeys can so quickly go awry. You look at the timetable and it looks grand. Then the blizzard sweeps in, as it did when I struggled to get home when my dad died at Christmas, and ended up stuck in Newark for four days. Praying there is no major disruption as folks fly in for a wedding.

The best-laid plans of mice and men gang aft agley, as the Scots bard wrote. Proverbs 19:21 says ‘Many are the plans in a person’s heart, but it is the Lord’s purpose that prevails.’

I hope his purpose is to get Mhairi and Mom here today. Scotch mist or not.