History does not repeat itself, but it rhymes
" History does not repeat itself, but it rhymes. " These words, shared with me long ago by a theological tutor, echo louder in my heart with each passing year. We live in times that feel eerily familiar… another season of global uncertainty, rising walls, deepening divides, and anxious economies. As if some old song is playing again, only in a new key. The economic patterns are easy to trace. Capitalism has always moved to the rhythm of boom and bust… a cycle older than the stock market. Prosperity gives way to speculation… speculation to collapse… and collapse to the slow march of rebuilding. It’s a pattern as predictable as the tides, yet still we are surprised when the waters rise. Overlaying this, another rhythm pulses: isolation and partnership. In times of fear, nations turn inward. Borders close. Flags rise. Protectionism becomes the creed of the day. And then, as the dust settles and the soul hungers for communion, we reach again across the divide… building br...
