Charles Dickens knew exactly what he was saying when he began his “A Tale of Two Cities” with:
“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us…”
I feel as though we could be living in these times – we experience wondrous highs and devastating lows. Evil persists around the world, yet hope is ever present. Triumph and heartache exist all at once. It’s enough to twist your heart in knots. How can I revel in my win when my neighbour has experienced such loss? How can I rejoice with a friend when my heart is full of sorrow?
But things are not always as they seem. And although it looks like our beautiful world is full of trouble, heartache, hopelessness, injustice, terror and harm – there is something at work behind the scenes.