I understand that the United Kingdom is celebrating 60
years of Coronation Street. It’s quite an achievement, to keep so many people
entertained for so long. It’s great, too, that it has reflected life in a
Northern town, through a time of what many call a North-South divide, although
maybe a little stereotyping is present too. For example, the brass band theme
music is very effective but brass bands aren’t just for Up North.
I must come clean, I haven’t actually watched it for decades.
I gather that Mike Baldwin is no longer strutting the street and even Dierdre
and her spectacles are no longer there, nor Bet at the bar in the Rover’s
Return. My husband says it hasn’t been the same since Ena Sharples died.
A long-running series like that makes me realise just how
much our lives and communities change over the years. I noticed that there was
even a bomb at the bistro (what bistro??) a few years ago, and over the years a
train crash and a tram derailment. And the people have gradually changed with
children growing up, others moving away, new people arriving.
Lord, thinking back makes us realise how life
keeps changing. The smoky chimneys of the 1960’s terraced houses are rare these
days and the pace of life has increased with our improved ways of
communication. People and families develop and move on. The constant mix of
good and ill remains. When I look back, help me to rejoice in the good times
and as I carry with me the faith which you have instilled within me, grant that
I may look forward to my future episodes of serving and loving you. Amen
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