Every day reminded me that all of creation is groaning for redemption.
Waking up each morning over the summer to news reports: terrorist attacks on trains and explosions in major cities; American police officers using their guns as a first resort against unarmed African-Americans and the ensuing protests; an attempted military coup in Turkey; devastating floods; train collisions; and the ever-looming spectre of a new American President.
Public spaces seemed suddenly very dangerous places to be and, if we went in search of the news that didn’t reach the headlines, we might have had good reason to retreat under duvets and only emerge when the news apps on our phones had quietened down. Waking up to these reports each day made it feel as though the world was all violence and damage, relentlessly so.
