A rough cold wind this morning, making the supergrid sing like an aeroplane coming in to land. There were a few small, sleety showers, and a suggestion of white on the sides of the valley above about 400m.
No experience of COVID is good, but that of the asylum seekers trapped in Napier Barracks where the infection is rife is at the terrifying end of the spectrum.
We pray for all whose lives have been changed by COVID,
for bereaved people who couldn’t say ‘goodbye’,
for people trapped and in terror,
for those who have a long wait
to be vaccinated,
for people who have no voice
who suffer from others’ political games.
Christ, have mercy.