I’ve been posting on Westministenders successors for ages so I thought I’d take the liberty of starting the next Mega Thread.
Thinking about those who risk life and limb to journey to the UK, to “plague island” as it is sometimes called, I am struck by the mix of the elemental and the mundane. If its so horrible here, why might they journey so treacherously?
How much is hope? how much danger? how much need? how much is mere desire?
Closer, I am reminded of those signs that adorn closed roads “Await Rescue”
Advent is a time of wating, preparation and of hope for better days ahead. It is a time of anticipating new beginnings….and dear God do we need rescuing!
Yet rescue is not merely a question of waiting. As the card joke with the helicopter shows, people act to recuse others.
From whatever assails you and your loved ones, may rescue arrive speedily (new wheelchair parts especially)
All welcome