Backwards move

We said goodbye to British summer time Sunday morning. And it felt coherent with the autumn winds, which blew wild and brisk, driving clouds of cold rain through our overcast skies. Autumn – maybe even winter – has come.

There ensued the tedious task of moving the clocks back an hour, though technology does its magic on the digital devices. The good thing about setting time back an hour is the extra hour in bed; the bad thing is for the analogue clocks, one has to scroll through 23 hours in order to re-set them.

Perhaps I could just push against the forward march of the tick-tocking mechanism and wind it backwards. Somehow that just doesn’t seem right though. I feel like something could break.

Neither does it seem right for some of the world’s leaders to be choosing retrograde options for development. Justice issues and human rights successes of the past century being undermined as history is rewritten and power is contained by a privileged and prejudiced few.  Environmental protections erased as power grabs for the quick buck. I feel like something could break.

I kneel at the foot of the cross, worshipping the one whose victory over death was won through perfect love. I trust in the one who knows the end from the beginning. The one who loves his creation and his creatures. Who died for his world.

His brokenness on the cross has opened the way for us to enter and live in the kingdom now and forever.

Lord, be exalted in your earth today, in the halls of justice and the offices where power is exercised. When we walk through dark valleys, may we have no fear, knowing that you, our good shepherd, Jesus, are with us always.