the flags went up last night.
i hate them.
but i suppose what i hate is what they represent.
the oppression, the hatred, the division, the violence, and the 'my territory' syndrome.
But Andrew told me to think that each of the flags represents another person to pray for in NI.
That’s a good think to think of. And it gets me around my running route faster as it’s just lined – every light-post has a flag on it – with opportunities to pray for the people who still have the oppression, hatred, division and violence tearing their lives apart.
Maybe in my life-time I can see them diminished. Maybe in my life-time there will be a break in the spiritual climate of Northern Ireland.
I hope for it.