There is no electricity anywhere in Newbridge, I think. Looking outside, the world is strangely quiet and yet, everything is being shook up endlessly by storm Darragh. As the day has progressed and darkness has begun to fall, I am getting colder and the only light available is battery operated fairly lights. At least I have a camping stove.
Sometimes I think about the Christmas story a bit like that – God turning up in the midst of our storms, quietly hushed in the middle of the rushing about, a tiny wrinkled face lighting up his mother’s face with a love that warms everything.
I know that a lot of people will be struggling today with floods and flying debris, cold houses and dark corners, and so I will pray that we will all be safe and that we will find God and our communities holding us close today – and always.