This was the view from my window last Thursday morning. Whatever else a red sky in the morning foretells, it reminded me of something other than possible rain.
When morning gilds the skies,
My heart awaking cries,
May Jesus Christ be praised.
Or that glowing promise and affirmation of faith in the book of Lamentations, about the promised steadfast love of God being new every morning.
This morning in Glasgow it is pouring down in contrast to the south of England which is baking in Mediterranean sunshine. But rain and sun are also sacraments in creation of the love that shines on all, and the rain that falls on all- indiscriminate love is a scandal, as is the Gospel good news of the God revealed in Jesus.
Thge policy of indiscriminate love is not a postmodern insight after all.
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