An Elephant in the Room

On the first of October I turned over the calendar pages. Calendar 1 is Oz Underwater from Sheryl and Ian (in the dining room), and Calendar 2 is Captain's Butterfly's pictures of his Butterfly and Moth year (in the kitchen).  And his October pic is a splendid Elephant Hawk Moth (see above)  So as Col was flying the coffee machine in the kitchen Friday morning. I was able to say: "There's an elephant in the room!"

I spent some of Friday afternoon on the balcony, listening to the roaring of the sea in the soft Autumn sunshine.  And in the morning we watched a video sent round the cousins by cousin Phil.  There were my parents, my granny, my uncles, my aunts, a young me and my siblings, and many of the cousins.  One scene may have been set on the beach at Praa Sands. 

And it was great to see cousin Richard again.  He died so young.  I hope I will see him again though, when the time comes for the resurrection.

There was a fierce storm all day yesterday - the sea roared and thundered - wonderful - though not so wonderful for those, like the Captain and Jim who were out in it all day metal detecting.  Jim gave us a bag of apples and pears from his orchard and some fresh eggs from his flock of hens and ducks. And our neighbour from upstairs came down with a lovely yellow rose (pot plant) for me, and their keys, as we are going to keep an eye on their flat when they are away.

The news is still full of the Sarah Everard case.  Apparently at least 80 women have been killed by men since Sarah was kidnapped and murdered on her way home...  at least?!  Can that be right?     One of them was another young woman on her way home.  Sabina Nessa was a primary school teacher, brutally attacked and killed - targeted by a stranger while walking to a friend's house in London.  Two lovely young woman with so much to live for - the sort of people the world needs more of, not less of.

And two more devastated families.  Actually four more, as don't these killers devastate their own family too?

But what is especially frightening about Sarah's kidnap and murder is that it was done by a serving police officer.  He stopped her and accused her of breaking Covid rules - they are so byzantine that even someone who has to be as careful as me can't be sure they haven't stepped over them at some point.  He said he was arresting her, handcuffed her and put her in his car.

What chance did she stand? He is seen on CCTV showing her his warrant card.  And we know that to resist arrest is a crime.   It comes back to this: Who guards the guardians?  Who do you call for help if it is the police who are attacking you?

So what is the answer?   Is it more Feminism?  Well, the Metropolitan Police Chief is a woman - Dame Cressida Dick.  Our Home Secretary is a woman - Priti Patel (I don't think she is a dame yet, but I guess she will be in time).  Has it helped?

Doesn't it come back to this in the end, that when our first parents decided to unplug themselves from their Creator, their Source of life, and set their own standards of good and bad, they set in train the tragedy that we, their children, are still living in?

No system we can have is perfect.  There will be no perfect government until God's Kingdom, the heavenly one, is ruling over the earth.  And what we are trying and trying to tell you is that it will not be long.  We are all in "the valley of the decision". There is no fence to sit on here.