Thought for the Week
It never ceases to amaze me as regards the vagaries of Argyll weather. Often I am basking in glorious sunshine in Muasdale when a friend will come down from Tarbert to regale me with stories of torrential rain just up the road. It can be miserable in Muasdale, sunny in Southend, torrential in Tarbert and pleasant in Peninver. Lochgilphead can be lovely, Ardrishaig can be awesome, Tayvallich can be terrible, while Furnace can be freezing. All the seasons in just one day in so many places. Yet in the midst of all this I wouldn’t change it for the world. I love to see the storm clouds roll in and transform a drifting cloudy sky into a canvas of pure drama. I rejoice in the transformation of glorious rain laden skies into the glow of rainbowed clouds celebrating their victory over the storm. I love to watch the mirror on the sea ripple into a cascade of white mountains of foam. I love to watch the seagulls tossed on invisible wings of wind as they twist and turn in the cool night air. I love this weather that is Argyll. And now Autumn’s colours kiss the hills with the intimation of winter. And all these speak of the wonderful world of God’s order. Words from a hymn: ‘In the cold and snow of winter, there’s a spring that waits to be, Unrevealed until its season, something God alone can see. In our end is our beginning, in our time infinity: In our death a resurrection, at the last a victory, Unrevealed until its season, something God alone can see.’ All of creation sings praises to her creator – come and join the song.