Lovely misty morning first thing, with a thin mist clinging to some of the hills…
Later, walking with Janet, I found there was enough refreshing breeze to make waves slap the sides of the reservoir.
Creator God, we thank you for this planet,
with its variety of animals, of habitat, of weather.
But sometimes the weather isn’t the weather we want.
Sometimes the circumstances of our life can be all wrong,
and it’s devastating, even tragic.
God in Christ, be close to us when we need you:
bring healing and a new beginning.
In my cynical moments I sometimes think political programmes are dreamt up in the pub – maybe not so daft after all, as the pub is where they will be discussed by us. This is from AE Housman’s A Shropshire Lad 62…
“And malt does more than Milton can
To justify God’s ways to man.
Ale, man, ale’s the stuff to drink
For fellows whom it hurts to think:
Look into the pewter pot
To see the world as the world’s not.”