White Mists

 

White mist enshrouded us this morning, a mist which is only just beginning to dissolve in the light of the sun beyond. There is promise in the air, promise of a good day, promise of warmth and autumnal beauty.

The mist limits our perspective and drives us in on ourselves. Globally, we are wandering in mists. There is the mist of the pandemic; leaders look for the right path to lead us out of the maze of this virulent virus, but we continue to wander. There is the mist of the environment; leaders need to find their courage to lead us through new territory as we transform to new technologies and learn to limit our acquisitional hearts. There is the mist of politics – in America, in Europe, and around the world; leaders need to regain integrity and the value of working for the common good, and the people need to support such leaders in order to regain a higher vision of what is possible when we work together. There is the mist of isolation, distorting reality and leading to mental health issues and crippling depression; may we all be aware of our friends and neighbours during these difficult days. Hard-pressed though we may be, we need to be kind.

The sun is breaking through here now, mid-morning. May the Son break through the hardness in our hearts and may his Spirit lead and guide us through these testing times.