Change and Decay in All Around I See

This has not been a good week. My printer broke down and had to be replaced. A favourite suit developed a large rip in both the trouser seem and the jacket lining. A leather coat I put on to shield me from the wind was found to be torn and tattered, as though some leather-eating moths had been feasting all summer. And finally, my phone was dropped and smashed and needed replacing. First world problems, I know.  

It struck me that everything is degenerating and degrading. Home owners and landlords are constantly repairing and renovating. Dead leaves are swirling on the pavements, daring people to gather them into compost heaps and braziers. Doctors attend to our ailing bodies, patching them up before they conk out completely. A hymn I sung at Friday’s funeral takes up this theme:

Swift to its close ebbs out life’s little day; 

Earth’s joys grow dim, its glories pass away;

Change and decay in all around I see: 

O thou who changest not, abide with me.

In a world of ever decaying decadence, I find relief in a God who neither slumbers nor ages.

And he that sat upon the throne said, Behold, I make all things new. And he said unto me, Write: for these words are true and faithful. Rev 21:5