We gathered a few sticks and stood on a small wooden bridge
over a burn. We were told the burn is usually a trickle, but yesterday, it was
a raging torrent of bubbling foamy water, following all the rains. Mesmerising
to gaze down into the brown water, folding over itself and sending waves
forwards and backwards as it cascaded over rocks and boulders.
Callan was excited. He threw one of the sticks in, and I’ve
never seen a stick sucked under so quickly, sucked under and carried on
currents to resurface somewhere else, out of sight to us.
World and life events usually trickle along at a routine
speed. But not in 2020. This has been a year when everyone’s trickles have swelled
to become raging torrents.
It’s important to keep your footing on the bridge, to keep
your roots in God. It’s important to watch out for those who might slip and fall
into the swirling torrents. Love your neighbour as yourself, Jesus instructs
us. May he help me to keep alert today to any who may be in a precarious
position.
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