Red sky at night, shepherds delight …. red sky at dawn, shepherds mourn. The dawn predicted the day. A glorious pink glow lighting the massing clouds. Wild, wet weather descends. Waves roll relentlessly towards the shore. A quick scurry to the shop, past fields sodden with rain. The wind gusts. Then home to the warm cosy fire to toast my toes. Hot spiced fruit juice to warm my hands. Advent candles counting down the days. The windowsill nativity grows apace – a new character for each day. Nimble fingers work at gifts, each stitch a prayer. The words of Isaiah ring through my mind: prepare the way of the Lord… a day for pondering, today.
A voice cries out: ‘In the wilderness prepare the way of the Lord, make straight in the desert a highway for our God. Isaiah 40:3