I’m thinking of all who are waiting for the Light, in the midst of dark times. And I’m thankful for the Prophets – both biblical and contemporary, who remind us to see with spiritual eyes, beyond the darkness and war, to the peace and Light that will come.
Sometimes we look at the world, and all we see is darkness, and we’re not quite sure of our footing anymore… After the lament, where do we go? How do we continue to walk when all we see is darkness ahead? And where – WHERE – is God in all this darkness? Where’s the comfort?
A summer season is fun, but it is not sustainable – not for wasps, not for humans, either.
We are built for variety, and paradoxically even those activities we most love can drain us if it is all we do. We are not robots, machines, productive automatons, and to treat ourselves or others in this way is dangerous and wrong. We are human, and we need the all the seasons.
The Holy Spirit is like the wind – invisible and hard to predict… You can’t schedule God in the same way you can’t schedule joy
What if our hearts still dream big, when we are forced to live small? How much do you sacrifice of yourself to achieve your dream?
The best way I know to combat racism is to start where I can – by listening to the stories and wisdom of people who’ve experienced racism and xenophobia.
The pattern? Fear; anger; scapegoat; propaganda; law change; violence. The scapegoats? Disabled, LGBT, BAME or elderly people. Anyone who is seen as ‘other’. This same pattern seems to occur in other countries in other times, during an economic depression.
The Orlando shooting, the murder of Jo Cox MP, an attempt on Donald Trump’s life all make us wonder why some people choose to commit murder, and how we label it…We want something to blame. Evil has crashed into our lives, and it’s terrifying.