Sorry to bang on about the Scottish Referendum, but I do feel so strongly about what is going on in this beautiful country, that, frankly, it breaks my heart. I mentioned in a previous post that while out campaigning on the referendum trail, I came across households which are split - one part of the family wants independence, the other doesn't. If these differences are happening in the home, you can bet they are going on elsewhere within Scottish communities.
While I was doing my housework this morning, out of nowhere, these words popped into my head. I was quite taken aback, but quickly realised that they have a place in this debate. Not my words, of course, but someone a whole lot wiser than all of us.
'Every kingdom divided against itself is brought to desolation; and every city or house divided against itself shall not stand:'
I am not given to quoting from scriptural texts, nor am I given to negative thinking - quite the opposite, I am a very positive thinker. But as we creep (at a snails pace it feels like, I just want it over with) towards 18 September, I am beginning to feel like a prophet of doom, or the guy with the sandwich board who used to wander up and down London's Oxford Street in the 1970s. The Scotland debate is hotting up, getting nasty at times, and I fear the division has already taken place.