Haggis and Holiness

For reasons that have never been entirely clear to me, though I suspect they are very clear to our Edinburgian member, we have haggis for dinner on St Andrew’s day. Sometimes it is the authentic sheeps’ innards version; at others, a vegetarian alternative. Either way, it is one of those mixtures into which one dare not enquire too closely. Fragrant, tasty and very sustaining, I think the haggis is an apt metaphor for holiness. No one would really like to say in what it consists, beyond being close to the Lord. It takes time to perfect, is attractive to others and lasts for ever. A thought to take with us into Advent, I trust.


9 thoughts on “Haggis and Holiness”

  1. Must be some weird east coast thing, I’ve never known anyone eat Haggis today not even when it was still a school holiday. They don’t come into season till January when they are young and tender.

  2. Always a surprise. That is a metaphor I would not have expected in a million years. Made me smile (an achievement after a day of burst pipes and flooded house) and think. Stopped me drifting into advent with muttered grumbles on my lips.


  3. Another parallel between haggis and holiness (the consciously faith-based kind at least) is that both can sometimes be decried by those who’ve never tried them – and I say this in the full knowledge that, all too often, trying is as far as I manage to get with the latter – but can produce surprising converts when the effort is made.

  4. Hmm, we have Haggis as one of standby “can’t be bothered to cook, need something hot, tasty and quick”… It microwaves really well. But then, I’m not Scottish either.

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