If you believe that Christ was born in Bethlehem some two millenia ago, if you believe that He was and Is the Saviour of the world, tomorrow is the day set aside to welcome Him to his birthday. Whether you are Catholic, Anglican, Methodist, Episcopalian, but certainly Christian across the globe this day; tomorrow you celebrate the Commencement of a journey which ends in first the squalor of a rigged trial, the sombre majesty of a Crucifixion, the realisation of a Roman Centurion that this was no ordinary criminal; and the triumph of Easter.
I took this photo yesterday afternoon at home, as the pix I took of the clouds over the supermarket car park, taken by a fairly crappy mobile phone camera, just did not do the majesty, beauty; indeed glory of a winter’s sunset. But as I took those pix, I stopped and considered what was all the hurry and bustle of the supermarket crammed, indeed heaving, with late shoppers intent on filling every last desire on their shopping lists, about? No-one stopped, as I did, and gazed at the glory which spread across the heavens. Was all this majesty placed there to remind us of the forthcoming birthday of the King of Kings: or was it a fortuitous coincidence of cirrostratus and alto-cumulus clouds, laden with moisture, which caught and reflected those golden-red rays of a winter sun? Did an all-encompassing Supreme Being decide that, across County Durham, for a few magical minutes, the glory that was Heaven be reflected across a Tesco carpark?
Or was it that, in that same glory of clouds; a reminder that that same Supreme Being is telling us that no politician alive had a hand in that glory, no politician who continually tells us that the Weather can be changed with Our Cash, no politician whose only self-imposed task is to get re-elected, and continually suckle at the public teat as they have done for decades in the past, and hopes to do so into the future?
I wish all my readers a Happy Christmas, free from worry, from want, and hopefully, in good health, both physical and mental, in the New Year to come.