Two fires caught Glasgow’s attention last week. One was literal: smoke rising from a blaze at Glasgow Central Station that disrupted the heart of the city. The other was more familiar: the flare-up of anger and confrontation surrounding the latest Rangers–Celtic clash.
For a moment, the two seemed to echo one another — one a physical fire, the other the heat of football rivalry spilling over.
I happened to be preaching that day at St Silas, in the West End of Glasgow.
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