New Directions

New road layout ahead.

Oops, I drove right past the exit onto the long-awaited AWPR. Ended up on a long and windy road I kind of knew, in order to get home.

I might have been frustrated or cross, but instead I just plodded on and arrived a bit later than planned, admiring the views I’d have otherwise missed.

Life can be like that. A new challenge presents itself. Our route changes, and we think it will save us time or improve our circumstances but instead it delays us and seems retrograde.

Jesus is the way. Sometimes he takes us in new directions, which may seem exciting and full of promise but then seem to disappoint, or fill us with apprehension. Sticking with him on his way is always the best choice though. Wherever he goes.

And next time I should recognise the exit.

Scottish Skies

I have a special love for Scottish skies. They go a long way towards compensating for the vagaries of the weather – the skies are usually interesting and often beautiful. Had to stop the car last night and snap a picture of the mother-of-pearl cloud effect swirling round a slowly sinking sun. I understand the effect is due to partially frozen water particles in the clouds, refracting the sunlight. Very nice.

The black swatch in the foreground looks pregnant with rain but it passed overhead without a drop falling on me. 

We are (finally) concluding a referendum campaign, during which both sides have threatened all sorts of black clouds filled with disastrous consequences should we vote the wrong way. It is an important decision, but it is not a choice between light and dark but between shades of grey, swirling in a maelstrom of atmospheric winds. Sometimes the atmosphere has been almost poisonous, but often there have been dignified discussions as folk have expressed their reasons for their stance. It comes down to priorities.

Jesus is the way and the truth and the life. Whichever way we choose to vote, he is the light of the world, for which he died.