I was sitting in the garden this evening after Mrs Llew and I had struggled to empty the leaking rainwater barrel, can by can, into our duckweed-covered pond. I was exhausted. I had a glass of wine before me. The weather was making a good stab at being summer. For a moment all the struggles which a person with any sense of morality must have, seemed distant. I can’t change me. I felt a sense of peace. I can’t change the world. This glass of wine which I’m drinking now might provide a meal for someone, somewhere. But I’m drinking it. There is cruelty and injustice everywhere. Where a wounded man is in front of me on my path I do try to help. There’s much more that I should do. But I don’t. I mentioned very early in this blog that I was at the time of life when it would be right to weigh things up and, perhaps resolve what can be resolved. I paraphrase here. The reference is at https://lleweton.wordpress.com/2010/07/17/lonesome-road-digital-trail/ And I thought: if all our troubles are not caught up and redeemed through the redeeming work of Christ, there’s nothing more that I can do. Leave it to Him, with thanks.
Then, I thought, is that a get out?