Earlier today I learned that Joyce Lord, a dear friend at St Nicholas, Newchurch died yesterday afternoon. We invariably touched hands as she returned from the communion rail to her pew on Sunday mornings.
But when she died I was probably willing Sheffield Wednesday to score another goal.
So where are my priorities?
My thoughts and prayers are with both their families.
With Joyce’s, because I knew her husband Ian personally, and because I loved both of them dearly.
With Troy’s because although I can just about get my head around God pressing the ejector button for Joyce, as for all on their deathbed, I believe there is no justification in human beings, whether individually or as a state government, taking life.
It can only be wrong.