Showing posts with label Christmas. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Christmas. Show all posts

Saturday, December 21, 2019

NYC at Christmas

I've never experienced New York City at Christmas time. Even though I've lived in the NYC metropolitan area for about 2.5 years now, I still haven't made the trek up to the city to see the lights and bask in Christmas cheer. I figured that this was the year to do it.

Most of our day was spent walking (Sam tracked about 20,000 steps!). But when we stopped, it was for food and Christmas lights.

Food stop 1: Katz's Delicatessen.


Katz's is basically semi-controlled anarchy. But, their pastrami sandwich was worth the chaos. 


Food stop 2: Fabrique Bakery. 

I wanted to try a kardemummabullar ever since I saw Henry on this year's Great British Bakeoff make them. They looked so good. I tried making them, but I messed up on the dough rise, and so I ended up with really heavy cardamom buns. 

This is what they're supposed to look like. 

And they taste so, SO GOOD. Definitely worth the trip and the extra 20 minutes to have a new batch come out of the oven. 10/10 recommend. 

[and this Swedish bakery is just so cozy.]

Last stop: The Christmas lights. 

I wasn't expecting the Christmas tree (the tree) at Rockefeller Center to be as incredible as it was, but I was utterly delighted by it. I stopped mid-sentence to let out a "Whoa!" when I saw the tree. It lived up to the hype. And I was delighted. 

[This is where I stopped talking and was like, "I need to take a picture." Still doesn't properly capture the moment. Maybe if I had a better camera? Still probably not.]

[The TREE]

[Right before this, we got in the way of a proposal picture, and then right after this, we got in the way of a family picture. Go us.]

All in all, even though going to New York alllllways exhausts us, it was a good day in the city. Maybe New York is growing on me? Or maybe it's just Christmas magic. 




Monday, December 24, 2018

Oh fearful world, oh friendless world, a Savior is found

"You who are lonely, laden, forlorn--
Now unto you, A Savior is born!"
 --carol of joy. 


[a piece of me, by caitlin connolly
not explicitly a picture of Mary and the baby Jesus, but I think it works.]

Monday, November 28, 2016

Too cold outside for angels to fly

It's the first real snowstorm of the season.

By that, I mean that the snow is sticking to the roads and to the grass and everything looks magical. It also means that I curled up with some good music and cocoa today.

An anonymous someone scraped the windows of my car early this morning. I don't know who, but--thank you to the void. It made my morning.

Today at work my supervisor said, "Megan, you should leave early so you can get home before the weather gets too bad." I'm grateful for his thoughtfulness.

I'm also grateful that most people were driving carefully today.

I accidentally grabbed Vanilla yogurt instead of plain yogurt at the store the other day. I only found out at breakfast this morning. I am okay with this.

The Toll House Cookie Dough package has a sign in bold letters that says, "DO NOT CONSUME RAW COOKIE DOUGH." Umm, just going to conveniently avoid that warning . . .

We're putting up Christmas decorations (and by that, I mean Becky is putting together the Christmas tree) while watching Miracle on 34th Street. The old one, of course.

It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas.

Wednesday, January 13, 2016

Sometimes I play nice with my siblings

. . . just some pictures from the Christmas break.




[Nothing like a White Christmas and fresh mountain air.]



[Christmas goodies from Father Christmas and Ded Moroz. And Christmas crackers round the table.]

[And the inevitable sibling selfie session that happened after Christmas crackers.]

[We are all glad Katy has such long arms. She was a born selfie-taker.]

[Typical.]

[Christmas crackers and Christmas jammies!]

Why anyone lets us out of the house is beyond me.

Tuesday, December 22, 2015

His Holy Interruption

A couple of weeks ago at a church meeting, a man in our congregation gave a small sermon. He started out by talking about a documentary he had watched about a group of ex-gang members in inner-city Chicago called the “Interrupters.” These people have broken the cycle of violence in their own lives and are trying to help others break that cycle. They show them that there is a different way to resolve conflicts; there is more to life than revenge and killing.*

The man then related the work of the “Interrupters” to God’s work—God also calls us to change our lives, and to break those cycles of pride, violence, apathy, bitterness, etc. He tells us that there is more to life than what we see, and that we “don’t have to live like this.” We can change. We can improve.

The man’s mini sermon was impromptu; he didn’t know he was going to speak that day, but his words really touched me and I have thought a lot about them. We speak of worshipping the God of deliverance, of worshipping the God who weeps. But what does it mean if we worship the God who interrupts? And what does that mean at Christmas time?

Especially because the Christmas story—indeed, Christ’s story—is a series of interruptions from the very beginning.

The story starts in medias res, as many stories do, and we learn that in a certain city called Nazareth, there is a certain “virgin espoused to a man whose name was Joseph, of the house of David; and the virgin’s name was Mary.” (Luke 1:27)

Mary is simply going about her life. She is a good girl, just getting ready for her upcoming wedding. Excited, no doubt, but just living life.

But then comes the interruption of her life.

“And [an] angel came in unto her, and said, Hail, thou that art highly favoured, the Lord is with thee: blessed art thou among women.
And when she saw him, she was troubled at his saying, and cast in her mind what manner of salutation this should be.
And the angel said unto her, Fear not, Mary: for thou hast found favour with God.
And, behold, thou shalt conceive in thy womb, and bring forth a son, and shalt call his name Jesus.” (Luke 1:28-31) 

Blessed Art Thou Among Women, Walter Rane 


What a disruption! Here is Mary, a young woman engaged to a man she cares deeply about. Of course she has thought about their life together—with their own home, garden, and little children to teach and love. But this—how could this be? What was the angel saying? What kind of message was this? What kind of God would ask a normal, upstanding country girl to agree to something so strange, something that could ruin her reputation forever?

To Mary, Gabriel’s message was initially troubling. She didn’t understand how or why the Lord chose her to be the mother of the Son of God. However, she gave her consent. She agreed to be part of this miracle, even though she could not possibly comprehend it . . . even though it interrupted her life in a very drastic way, and even though it threatened her relationship with Joseph.

According to Thy Word, Elspeth Young 

Because this was not just an interruption in Mary’s life. It disrupted Joseph’s life, too. He agonized over it. This lovely couple—who I think were in love with each other and hopeful about a future together—had their ordinary lives interrupted quite abruptly by a baby—a baby Joseph knew was not his; a baby Mary did not completely understand, yet unconditionally loved.

I find it striking that when Joseph and Mary were confused and frightened by this news that an angel—a heavenly interrupter—told them each to “fear not.”

To Joseph: “Fear not to take unto thee Mary thy wife: for that which is conceived in her is of the Holy Ghost. And she shall bring forth a son, and thou shalt call his name Jesus; for he shall save his people from their sins.”(Matthew 1:20-21)

And to Mary: “Fear not, Mary: for thou hast found favour with God. [. . .] The Holy Ghost shall come upon thee, and the power of the Highest shall overshadow thee; therefore also that holy thing which shall be born of thee shall be called the Son of God. [. . .] For with God nothing shall be impossible.”(Luke 1:30, 35, 38)

Fear not. Yes, this interruption is alarming. It is different than anything you’ve ever known. It will change your life—and the world—as you know it. But fear not. Choose faith. Choose action. Choose to believe.

And that is what Mary and Joseph chose to do. They embraced this holy interruption with humility and dignity. They changed their lives completely.

The Road to Bethlehem, Jospeh Brickey 

Christ’s birth, like all births, was an interruption. Although you can prepare for a child, and even though you expect and plan and wait, ultimately, a birth—any birth—comes at an unexpected and inopportune time. Christ’s birth was no different.

Nativity, Brian Kershisnik 

Now we plan for Christmas. We buy gifts. Make dinners. Sing carols. But no one was prepared for the first Christmas.

How were Mary and Joseph to plan for an inconvenient census trip to Bethlehem—with Mary’s due date drawing closer and closer?

How was the couple to prepare for the fact that there was no room at the inn?

And how could the shepherds have anticipated a glorious announcement of their long-awaited Messiah that first Christmas night?

Just as Mary and Joseph were unprepared for Christ’s interruption in their lives, the shepherds were unprepared for the heavenly interrupters—those angelic messengers—announcing the birth of a Savior. Their Savior:

“And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night.
And, lo, the angel of the Lord came upon them, and the glory of the Lord shone round about them: and they were sore afraid.
And the angel said unto them, Fear not: for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people.
For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord.
And this shall be a sign unto you; Ye shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger.
And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God, and saying,
Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men.”(Luke 2:8-14)

Good Tidings of Great Joy, Walter Rane 

The shepherds were just going about their own business, doing their job.

The normal.

The usual.

The ordinary.

And then. Then the angels came in brilliant glory—setting the Judean night sky and hillside ablaze with light, announcing that there was more.

“You don’t have to live like this.”

Like Mary and Joseph, the shepherds heeded the grandest interruption of their lives. They set aside their fear and uncertainty and decided to act. They went into Bethlehem and found the Child. They found peace and new direction. They found that there is a Savior.

A Prince of Peace.

Wonderful.

Counsellor.

The Mighty God.

For unto you is born this day, in the city of David, a Savior, which is Christ the Lord.

Ye who are lonely, laden, forlorn—oh friendless, fallen world . . . to you a Savior is born.**

Christ interrupts our lives. Sometimes, like Saul on the road to Damascus or Alma the Younger set on destroying the Church of God, those interruptions are dramatic. More often, however, He stands at the door and knocks, interrupting our supper or favorite television programs.

He interrupts us, telling us that we don’t have to live like we currently do. We don’t have to settle for the mundane. The dark. The lonely. The despair. The anger, violence, and evil of this world do not have to be a part of us.

He is the Inconvenient Messiah.

The One who asks us to leave the comfort of the hillside and seek Him.

The One who tells us to forsake our nets for His work.

The One who tells us to put mud on our eyes so we can see. 

The One who commands us to give up all we possess and follow Him.

The One who asks us to believe, even if we do not completely understand. 

The One who entreats us to love our neighbors as ourselves and do unto others as we would have them do unto us.

The One who has “hard sayings,” who insists that He has come not to bring peace, but a sword, and to cut off those things which keep us from Him.

The One who commands a higher law; a more excellent way.

Christ is the Grand Interrupter. He interrupts the ordinary—our ordinary. And the interruptions jolt us. His way is not easy. It never has been. He asks us to not only believe that there is a different way to live, but He asks us to change. To root out our desires for pride, revenge, and complacency. To break the cycle. He sees our potential. He believes in our goodness and asks us to believe in His.

This Christmas, remember the interruptions. 

Remember His entrance into the world—perhaps only noticed by only a handful, but oh, how that glorious interruption meant the world for those who received Him.

Remember His interruptions into the lives of ordinary fishermen at Galilee, publicans, sinners, and Pharisees.

Remember how He has interrupted your life—whether in grand or simple ways.

And remember that He will continue to interrupt.

“Come,” He says. “You don’t have to live like this. There is something more. You can be something more.”

Christ Healing at the Pool of Bethesda, Carl Bloch 

The choice of how to respond to Him is ours. It has been and always will be.



* Here is a link to The Interrupters. It is an incredibly powerful documentary and well worth your time if you haven't seen it before. Even if you have seen it before. 
**See the beautiful song “Carol of Joy.” 

Tuesday, December 15, 2015

Ugly Jumpers.

I have been amused and slightly disturbed by the amount of puff-balls, sparkles, and Olafs on Christmas sweaters here.

Here are some of my favorites:

[It's like the jumper was rolled in some kind of tinsel factory, and then elves dropped candy canes on it.]

[I am so glad that Rudolph is showing us the way to the North Pole with his puff-ball red nose and his googly-eyes. Especially his googly-eyes.]

[Is it a Christmas tree? Is it a hoodie? Oh wait, it's BOTH! It's a Troodie!]

[And then this one. Ohhhh, this one. It is an advent calendar. And it can be yours for a steal of 5 pounds.]

Moral of the story. England wins the contest for ugly Christmas jumpers.  So if you want to win an ugly sweater contest, pick up one of these beauties at your local Primark.

Christmas at Oxford [and a recap of the last weeks of Michaelmas Term]

. . . well, folks. I am more than 1/3 of the way done with my Masters program.

Just think about that for a little while. Yeah. It goes fast. Really fast.

It has been a jam-packed term. I feel like I have tried to fit in all I can, while having time to savour everything, too. It's like that quote from E.B. White about wanting to save and savor the world at the same time . . . and it kind of makes it hard to plan your day. But I think the savoring has to come first. Otherwise, what have you to save?

Similarly, making time for people has made this term so rewarding and fulfilling for me, even though it has certainly been a challenge. School is school, life is life. And there are good days and bad days no matter where you go.

But I am so glad I am here. I am so grateful that this was my choice.

The last couple weeks of Michaelmas in particular were a blur of lectures, seminars, and lots and lots of Christmas dinners and parties.


[All dressed up for Christmas dinner. In my Yule Ball dress. Obviously. Like I had a choice. Also, can we all please love the look on the guy's face at the head of the table? It's priceless.] 

[And yes, that is a green crown on my head. Christmas crackers are tradition in Britain, and they usually have a crown, joke, and a prize inside them.] 

[Like this. Lori got a puzzle for her prize. So we put it together. I got a pirate eye patch.]

[Christmas dinner itself.] 

[An after-dinner rendezvous in the MCR. Geraldine found Ellie the Pelican in a very festive Christmas hat. Also, apparently her name isn't Eve, but Ellie, which I guess makes sense: "Ellie the Peli."] 

Also, there are so many Christmas trees and fairy lights and it makes me really, really, really happy. 

[Tree in the Corpus Quad.]

[In the MCR.]

[And in the Bodleian Courtyard.] 

[Lights at the Botanical Gardens.]




I also had the opportunity to go to the Messiah at the Sheldonian Theatre with some friends. The performance was lovely and the music sublime. Loved it. It was a perfect way to start off the Christmas season. 


[The ceiling of the Sheldonian.]


[Part of the crew.]

[And another part.]

[Now cue the awkward photos of us trying to decide what to do with our faces.]


[Awww, we actually can be cute.]

It wouldn't be a complete Christmas without Christmas parties. The grad students in the RAI went all out this year, complete with a Libertree, American politics party games, a Playmobil nativity with a baby Abraham Lincoln being protected from the forces of despotism by a watchful Lady Columbia and Uncle Sam (I don't have any pictures of that, unfortunately, but it was extremely clever), and a Christmas desk competition. Basically, Americanists are the best (American exceptionalism, anyone?). Not that I'm biased or anything. 

[All hail the Libertree.] 

[The haul of festive goodies from America's Home at Oxford, the Rothermere American Institute.]

 And now onto the award-winning desk:

[It's a "Trump for Santa 2016" desk. "Make Christmas Great Again." Louisa did a great job on it and came up with some wonderful spoofs. Naturally, Trump is the only one on his "Nice" list.]

["Trump's Box of Ideas."] 

I also went to a party which felt a lot like a Provo party. We played Mafia and ate cookies. So, if you take out the mulled wine and replace it with mulled apple juice (which is so good), practically a Provo party in Oxford. 

Christmas at Oxford also means a lot of carol services, which are absolutely beautiful. I was really touched by the commemoration of advent, and it was wonderful to sing favorite songs like "O Come, O Come Emmanuel," "God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen," and "Hark! The Herald Angels Sing." 

Basically, Christmas is a good time to be in Oxford. Good tidings of comfort and joy for all.