Our electricity has gone off tonight for the second time in as many weeks.
Last time the blackout covered a large section of hawick – tonight it's
only our street.
I remember the sense of shared suffering – or more honestly a sense of
annoyance and inconvenience. Tonight, gazing out on the neighbouring streets
with lighted windows and glaring streetlights I feel a sense of isolation.
I wonder why, when we crave support in our suffering do we not seek
assistance within the church? For some it's the last place to expect
compassion. But shouldn't it be the first?