In the Sunshine

The sun is shining in Glasgow.

As much as an oxymoron that may sound like it is actually true. As the students hustle and bustle between their homes, the library and university to prepare for exams, it is still true. As people begin to pine after some amazing holiday they planned in the next two months or so, it is still true. And as the world slowly finds those shorts that have been collecting dust for the past six months, it still remains true.

And with the sunshine comes positive dispositions. While Glasgow's summer seems to be a few months early, everyone is photosynthesizing a good mood into their systems and even your local pub goer is strolling the streets with bright coloured clothing and a grin on their face. 

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Nicely in between all the jolly banter and general wellbeing there is this overriding issue that this weather is not here to stay. As miserable and sour as it sounds, it's going to rain again. And this is going to determine my wardrobe and my lifestyle for the next few days, because as long as it's sunny I'm going to dress and live like it is, because I need to make use of it. And when the rain returns Glasgow will look it's usual self and resemble a city that's run by two football shirts, and if you wear the wrong one you'll have a bomb parcel sent to your front door, with love.

So, as much as everyone is nice and cheery I'm afraid it's not really going to change the way this city is. Interestingly enough though, there is a place where people are getting healed from lifelong illnesses, not needing hearing aids anymore, get to dance without support for the first time in their lives, cease to be allergic to cats and many other bizarre things.

As contrasting as having your hearing return to you and not being allergic to something anymore sounds quite substantial they are all for the same purpose. They are all there to let people know that whether in sunshine or in rain, there is something that can change this city. There is a family that wants to adopt people into promises of being healed from bodily suffering, being freed from nightmares that have haunted someone their whole lives, being loved and appreciated for the first time and having a chat with the actual God of the universe. 

Not an organisation. Not a circumstance. Not a religion. A family. One whose answer to issues in all the world is not just some romanticized notion of love or a better strategy plan or more hard work. But simply give sight to the blind, have the lame walk, lepers cleansed, deaf hear, dead raised, and have the poor the good news preached to them. And who ever isn't offended by that, well, let them come.

The Son is shining in Glasgow.