Dark

After sunset (1:32) 

I love the dark. From walking lamp-free streets without a torch, to lying in a field looking up at the stars, I find it more like a comforting blanket than a threatening void. I especially love it on warm Mediterranean evenings. The sun goes down quite early but the air remains balmy for hours. Then you can stroll to the harbour, stop for a meal and wander home, all without the need of a jacket or long trousers. Perfect.

I assume it was like this when they brought people to Jesus. The working day was done and the time had come for family and friends, for tending to the needy and feeding the sick. And to have the miracle maker there too? It must have been quite a carnival atmosphere.

As we lock down and lock in, we miss all this liveliness more than ever. Our bubbles have burst, our friends are far away and our hopes are hidden by a dark cloud. So now maybe is a time to turn to one another in new ways. We're planning Crunchies Coffee, a few older and alone-er getting together on Zoom. What new ideas do you have to bring the Healer into the lives of those around you?