We sit here in the dry, as the rain beats on our pod, thankful to have got in the car before it really started. Outside it is grey, the trees are wet, the grass is damp, and the Belted Galloways are hiding in a distant part of the field. God is creator of rain and sun.
News websites are full of conflict and unhappiness. Normally (not always) happy times pass secretly, without a lot of media attention. On this campsite yesterday, someone had a happy 75th party. I believe Jesus suffers with those who suffer, rejoices with those who are happy, and can bring people/communities to a happier place. God shares in tears and happiness.
Some people go on and on about the amazing deeds of the Spirit of God: but I also see her at work in the prosaic. God works in the ordinary and the extraordinary.
Above all, God is just… God.
And just now, here in the campsite, now the weekenders have gone, it is a bit wet, a bit ordinary, a bit sad and a bit happy. The sadness is the rain, the happiness is a nice meal, Janet here, and her solid walking. The job is 55% done. Tomorrow, we hope, she crosses the border.
God, one God, wonderful God,
God in Trinity,
open us up to know you
in the ordinary things of life,
in the road beneath our feet,
in friends,
in jobs done,
in relationships healed
and hurt overcome,
in the sound of a kettle.