Ritz tips

Tea at the Ritz is a marvelous experience. I was given my small birthday cake in a huge carry home box, large enough for a big rabbit or average cat. The waiter kindly added several more exquisite cakes because I said it seemed a shame to waste such a large box on just one.  
After carefully carrying the unwieldy box across London, I entered the Houses of Parliament to listen to the King's speech debate. I placed my splendid box in the grey security tray whereupon the security lady turned it on its side and squashed it down so it would fit through the scanner. My horrified reaction echoed round Parliament square. Not since King Alfred had anyone lamented so loudly over their cakes.

It's sad when something precious is ruined by carelessness. I think in life it happens more often than it should. Christmas is the time when God sent his son to deal with that exact problem. We are precious, but I dare say most of us have encountered things that have tipped us and squashed us and challenged our security. I believe Jesus came to restore us to our original exquisite self, to put us upright, to rejuvenate us and to make us secure. Happy Christmas.