Saturday, December 31, 2011


I do not advise that we end the year on a somber note. 

The march, not the dirge, has ever been the music of Christianity.

If we are good students in the school of life, there is much the years have to teach us.

But the Christian is more than a student, more than a philosopher.

He is a believer, and the object of his faith makes the difference, the mighty difference. 

Of all persons the Christian should be best prepared for whatever the New Year brings.  He has dealt with life at its source.

In Christ he has disposed of a thousand enemies that other men must face alone and unprepared.

He can face his tomorrow cheerful and unafraid because yesterday he turned his feet into the ways of peace and today he lives in God.

The man who has made God his dwelling place will always have a safe habitation.

A.W. Tozer - The Warfare of the Spirit

Saturday, December 17, 2011

The Cookie Thief

Today I enjoyed a Christmas Cookie Exchange with the ladies from my church.  Aside from the enjoyable company and delicious breakfast, we heard a cute poem that reminded us to think kindly of others FIRST!

A woman was waiting at an airport one night,
With several long hours before her flight,
She hunted for a book in the airport shop,
Bough a bag of cookies and found a place to drop.
She was engrossed in her book, but happened to see,
That the man sitting beside her, as bold as could be,
Grabbed a cookie or two from the bag between,
Which she tried to ignore, to avoid a scene.
She read, munched cookies, and watched the clock,
As the gutsy "cookie thief" diminished her stock.
She was getting more irritated as the minutes ticked by,
Thinking, "if I wasn't so nice, I would blacken his eye!"
With each cookie she took, he took one too.
When only one was left, she wondered what he'd do.
With a smile on his face and a nervous laugh,
He took the last cookie and broke it in half.
He offered her half, as he ate the other.
She snatched it from him and thought, Oh brother,
This guy has some nerve and he's also rude.
Why, he didn't even show any gratitude!
She had never known when she had been so galled,
And sighed with relief when her flight was called.
She gathered her belongings and headed to the gate,
Refusing to look back at the "thieving ingrate."
She boarded the plane and sank in her seat,
Then sought her book, which was almost complete.
As she reached in her baggage, she gasped with surprise:
THERE were her cookies in front of her eyes.
If mine are here, she moaned with despair,
Then the others were his and he tried to share!
Too late to apologize, she realized with grief,
That she was the rude one, the ingrate, the thief!

by Valerie Cox

Here's a picture of the platter of cookies that I took to the party.  They are Molasses Cookies, a recipe  (link) I got from a co-worker in 1979!

Sunday, December 11, 2011

Gustava (Gustie) Amanda Daniel Jordan

Today is my paternal grandmother's birthday.

Born in 1896 -  December 11

Died in 1959 -  March 4

when I was only ten months old.

I have a few reminders of her ~

a pastel-colored baby quilt featuring a kitten

several tried and true recipes like Garlic Cream Cheese, 1-2-3-4 Cake, and Cranberry Shrub.

Her just-older sister, Beulah Naomi aka Baba, lived in Atlanta near us, visiting at holidays and occasionally inviting me and my sister to luncheon at Rich's Magnolia Tea Room. Knowing her gave me a tiny bit of insight into my grandmother's personality.

Here's a link to the story I wrote about her four years ago.

But that's not very much.

Guess that means it's time to contact relatives and gather more details about this important lady in my life.