It's minus five degrees centigrade outside. Tonight we are told it will get down to minus ten. We complain but in our homes we are warm and snug.
How soon we forget. Twenty years ago I lived in a house which had no heating other than one open fire. We used to switch the gas hobs on the cooker on when we got home in winter because it was so cold. And twenty years before that, when I was a child, not only did ice form on the outside of the windows it formed on the inside as well. My mother would come into my bedroom to wake me up in the morning and tell me that Jack Frost had been. I used to find that extremely exciting. I know for sure that I wouldn't nowadays.
Today I pray for the homeless; those living on the streets of our towns and cities; those who can only find shelter in unheated premises. I pray for the many who cannot afford to heat their homes as much as is necessary when it gets this cold, especially the elderly. I pray for those who will die because of this.
I pray for the rich who allow and exacerbate the suffering of the poor while experiencing no discomfort themselves. I pray that, at times, hell is as cold as it is hot (metaphorically speaking, of course).