One of the striking things about the front pages in the last few weeks is that they have revealed to us our expectations of normality. Normality is getting wealthier, normality is having more expendable income, normality is not feeling squeezed, normality is wealth, comfort and ease.
It has made me aware that I make the same assumption that wealth is good, that comfort is normal. Then tucked away in the middle pages of the paper are the stories of starvation in Africa, or an article on street children in Mexico, or a snippet on Christians being burnt out of their homes in Orissa. And I find myself as I view the world with biblical eyes alarmed at the way we have become cossetted and subtly soft in Britain.
Just maybe this is a good chance for us to ask ourselves what really makes us happy? Am I an exile or am I too content and need a little bit of unsettling? And to pray Father teach me your way and your priorities, to think your thoughts after you.
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