In 1917 my father was a 17 year old cadet in the navy. During that year he became a pall-bearer for many of his comrades who had died in the Spanish flu pandemic. Many thousands died. A forgotten era but I am reminded of it as we are in the midst of another pandemic.

I believe it was September 1957, when I was a very new student at college, we suffered another pandemic, known, I think, as the Asian Pandemic. It wasn’t so widely remembered, though it was by me.

Here we are approaching 2022 and in the middle of another pandemic. Covid 19. As we sigh and groan about the coming year what can we learn? We learn that there has always been troubles, we are in troubles now and there will always be troubles. BUT God doesn’t change. He is the same yesterday, today and for ever, especially in 2022.