I’m reminded of a young man who was a member of one of my congregations. He had severe leukaemia and was hospitalised in a small room in a hospital ward – in isolation – at the Western General in Edinburgh. There was a small window in that room that had a magnificent view of the City sweeping upwards toward the Castle in the distance.
He was a keen artist, and had his materials brought in. He didn’t sketch or paint pictures of despair or anger at his medical condition; rather he depicted the wonderful scene and glorious landscape that he could see from the window of his “cell” but which he would never again experience in person.