Yesterday I had a hospital appointment. They wanted to test my eye pressure. It’s only 14 (14 what I’m not sure) so that’s OK.
I try to remember the physics… Pressure = Force ÷ Area… something about ‘pounds per square inch’ or ‘Newtons per square centimetre’. I guess that because eyes are comparatively small, that any force in them will create greater pressure…
I remember the old Queen song:
Pressure: pushing down on me
Pressing down on you, no man ask for
Under pressure that burns a building down
Splits a family in two
Puts people on streets
I understand this pressure better than half-remembered science.
Yesterday fire officers inspected ‘The Seagull Theatre’. It was a challenge because currently it’s a building site… busy diggers, piles of bricks everywhere, drains being installed, new walls growing daily… In a couple of weeks it’s the jazz festival; there’s ‘The Adams Family Musical’ planned soon; there are all of our Christmas shows… the fire officer could shut the theatre down.
We were under pressure… Fortunately will a few minor modifications all can go ahead… The pressure’s eased.
It’s the terror of knowing
What this world is about
Watching some good friends screaming
“Let me out!”
I think of friends and families under pressure… children starting a new school – pressure to get the first day right… tomorrow’s wedding – pressure to make sure all is perfect… those with family members unpredictable because they’re suffering with mental health issues… those under financial pressure trying to make ends meet – getting into greater debt.
I think of one or two who’ve screamed ‘Let me out!’
I like Queen’s conclusion…
‘Cause love’s such an old-fashioned word
And love dares you to care for the people on the edge of the night
And love dares you to change our way of caring about ourselves
Musing further… ‘Under Pressure’. My faith reminds me that God’s Spirit can bring his love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control…