Richard of Oz
12-22-2003, 11:40 PM
Well as we southern hemisphere types prepare for a 35C Christmas (what’s that in stone-age measures? – over 100F), I’m reflecting on how much I’ve learned and how some of my attitudes have changed in just a few months. If I had bought books or gone on courses to learn the stuff which I’ve picked up on this board from so many experienced shooters and hunters, it would have cost an unaffordable small fortune. As it is, I can put the money I’ve saved toward a 45/70 and Dillon 550.
So many of you share freely and uncondescendingly your years and years of experience and wisdom with noddies like me. I’m very grateful.
I’d better be a good boy and leave the PC alone for the next few days, while I do my family duty. We’re going to my sister-in-law’s for what was meant to be an intimate, quiet family time. She’s just this morning announced that she’s invited a Sudanese refugee family of mother and 8 children to join us. God bless her. The mother speaks the odd word of English, children zilch, my army Arabic is 30 years old and anyway, “Where have you buried the mortars?” won’t set the atmosphere which we strive for. My sister-in-law has been advised, “No alcohol or ham and don’t let your brother-in-law take the children shooting, they’ve been rescued from a civil-war-zone.” Good Aussie red, free-range Darling Downs ham and .22CBs had featured prominently in my pre-Christmas planning.
The angels’ message was “Peace on Earth”, not just peace to the coalition of the willing or peace to the rich north. The Prince of Peace was born among us because God so loved the world, not just the top left or bottom right of it on maps. It’s perverse, but as our communications become more and more sophisticated, that message is still clouded. May it shine with great clarity this Christmas, and like the star, lead us to Jesus.
So many of you share freely and uncondescendingly your years and years of experience and wisdom with noddies like me. I’m very grateful.
I’d better be a good boy and leave the PC alone for the next few days, while I do my family duty. We’re going to my sister-in-law’s for what was meant to be an intimate, quiet family time. She’s just this morning announced that she’s invited a Sudanese refugee family of mother and 8 children to join us. God bless her. The mother speaks the odd word of English, children zilch, my army Arabic is 30 years old and anyway, “Where have you buried the mortars?” won’t set the atmosphere which we strive for. My sister-in-law has been advised, “No alcohol or ham and don’t let your brother-in-law take the children shooting, they’ve been rescued from a civil-war-zone.” Good Aussie red, free-range Darling Downs ham and .22CBs had featured prominently in my pre-Christmas planning.
The angels’ message was “Peace on Earth”, not just peace to the coalition of the willing or peace to the rich north. The Prince of Peace was born among us because God so loved the world, not just the top left or bottom right of it on maps. It’s perverse, but as our communications become more and more sophisticated, that message is still clouded. May it shine with great clarity this Christmas, and like the star, lead us to Jesus.