Thought for the week
All the talk in the village was of the man who had disappeared the night before. I couldn’t help hearing fragments of the conversation in a small hotel where I needed space to do some work for a couple of days. The barmaid, a formidable woman, had the latest and, while I kept my eyes on my computer screen, I was drip fed details of an event which had shocked the village people. Me too.
They were thinking the worst – small blame to them. The barmaid had the latest for an elderly couple who had just arrived and only wanted a quiet few days in this beautiful yet remote part of Galway.
The fears were palpable and intense and were expressed in hushed tones. Sentences trailed off: ‘the river …? His father you know.’
‘Oh, God, I hope not.’
‘What age?’ ‘Sixty-eight or nine; he was in the brother’s class in the primary. Brains to burn.’
Thankfully, the following morning the mood had lifted: the guards (we don’t appreciate the work they do) had found the man in a nearby town. He was ‘a bit under the weather,’ otherwise fine.
The gospel today is all about nations rising against nations, pestilences and earthquakes, famines and plagues ‘dreadful portents and great signs from heaven.’ And these were concerns for the Palestine of Jesus’ time; not so much for ours (apart from climate change). And they are global events.
I’m inclined towards the view that the earthquakes, the unease of our day is inside. The heart is restless and anxious, and at times rudderless; which is strange because as a nation we ‘never had it so good’ So what’s missing? Over to you, gentle reader.