All posts tagged: righteousness

The Dirty 20c Piece in the Voltron Moneybox

My son inherited a Voltron moneybox from his dad.  It’s ugly as all getup, but hubby reckons it’s a collector’s item – this said while demonstrating a strange, primal connection to the faded plastic piece of, eh-hem, memorabilia. Every so often our money-obsessed three-year-old upends its contents and either makes out he’s counting the coins or acts the pirate and hides his “treasure” around the house.  In a recent attempt to avert the second outcome, I suggested he sort the coins into colours, then into sizes. It entertained him for a good 45 minutes! At one point he came to me with three 20c pieces clutched in his little hand and said, “Mummy, can I put these in the bin? They’re dirty.”  It was true. They were dirty, coated in grime of some description, tarnished, not as bright as the rest. I said to him, “They are dirty, sweetheart, but they are just as valuable as the rest.” BOOM. As the words fell out of my mouth I heard echoes of Jesus’ teachings.  I couldn’t …

Silencing the “Fill ‘er Up” Mentality

In the largely bygone era of driveway service you would pull up beside a fuel bowser, wind down the window and holler, “Fill ‘er up mate!” at the waiting attendant.  It’s a directive that would come in handy at other such empty moments. On Mother Hubbard days, when the bank account is useless to address the lack of items in the pantry. “Fill the piggy bank!” On Sleeping Beauty days, when you’re feeling lovelorn, neglected and your partner’s aversion to romance is making you mope. “Fill the love tank!” On Hansel and Gretel days, when you just want to eat yummy food and visions of macarons, melting moments, Monte Carlos and mud cake trip loop-de-loops in your head. “Fill the craving!” On Snow White’s Evil Stepmother days, when you just have to have that new strapless metallic ruched dress with the Swarovski crystal trim so that you’re the “fairest of them all”. “Fill the wardrobe!” What’s with this built-in desire to be full?  If it’s not a yearning for tangibles like food, wealth and beauty, …

Why You Should Never Read a Book Twice (Unless it’s the Bible)

As a word-hungry kid I was given a book called A Peep Behind the Scenes by Mrs. O. F. Walton (which gives you an idea of just how old it is). The novel had a wonderful storyline following a girl who danced as part of a circus with all its colour and energy. Generally, I only read a book once and as a result A Peep Behind The Scenes remained on a literary pedestal in my mind. I raved about it. I recommended it. I heaped accolades on that author. That was until a few years ago when I picked it from the bookshelf and thought I’d revisit the narrative of my youth. Silly idea. It was nothing like I remembered, certainly not the punchy, exciting storyline preserved in my mind. I didn’t even bother finishing it – just flicked through a few chapters and returned it to the shelf. I’m sure you know the feeling. Like visiting the home of your childhood, everything is distorted by a younger perspective. You remember the ceilings being higher, the …