In tomorrow’s Lectionary, the writer wants the readers of this letter to be able to worship the living God. The living God would have been known from the Hebrew scriptures as the one who led the people to freedom, who went ahead of them in their harsh desert years … and so on. God is not to be frozen into structures, physical or institutional, but is on the move. God is alive.
Meanwhile, it is raining here. It had a beginning. We are past the middle. And the end will be in an hour or two. Rain will fall, regardless of climate change. But there will be more, more often, sometimes in devastating amounts.
Speaking of which, our wolf-in-donkey’s-clothing of a PM is more intelligent than we can possibly imagine. There are two universes which inhabit that colossal brain of his, one where we are acting urgently to combat climate change, and the other in which we are cutting air passenger duty for short-haul flights (precisely the type of journey that can often be made by train). Let the good times, and the landslips, roll!