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Thursday, 28 March 2019

First world challenges

Bending over a bathtub, washing dishes in a basin there. Cooking on a two ring electric hob. New kitchen going in today and tomorrow.

New baby home last night, into this less than ideal situation.

But both hot and cold water came out of that bath tap. The two burners glowed hot and boiled the tattles and steamed the fish. Soft, dry beds awaited the family. And a Sainsbury's Local is a block away. I'm on first names with staff after my frequent forays out for supplies.

No such luxury for our sisters and brothers suffering after the cyclone. Suffering in conflict. Suffering in repressive regimes, where electricity is not a given, nor is clean water, never mind it's temperature.

Thank you, Lord, for the blessings heaped on us. May we be alert and responsive to those in real need today.
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