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.
