This morning while I was out walking, a posse of sports cars, arranged by colour, came screaming round the bend and across the junction with the Trail. It was terrifying. I don’t want to think what would have happened if a child cycling with their parents had just got it a bit wrong stopping at the road. It was terrifying, but I guess that was the point. Not everyone is nice.
If we say, “God is love”, then we are saying that there’s something dynamic about God, and that’s my way into the Trinity.
Praise God of the working hands,
Creator of the world.
Praise God of the battered hands,
Christ with us, knowing our life.
Praise God of the hands that communicate,
Breath of Life.
All praise to the one God.