Just as we were gaining confidence that the worst days were over we are stunned by the news that 1,610 people have died in one day, the deadliest total so far.
It may be bizarre, an outlandish thought, but it almost seems as though we are facing some malevolent force beyond our control.
Those wonderfully welcome vaccines, now appearing like cars off a production line, are hailed as the answer to an imponderable question.
The sprint start to the massive vaccination programme has met with almost euphoric acclaim, with day by day counts to prove we are overtaking coronavirus in some hideous race.
The reality is that, as throughout this ghastly business, we still face uncertainty and have our nagging, lingering doubts.
Is our dogged optimism justified or bravado, to keep up our spirits?
Has all that patience, obedience and courage been in vain? Surely not.
Despite the setbacks we have to hope that, as ‘the experts’ are insisting today, we are winning.
Thousands, old and young, are dying today in what we all pray are the dying days of this long drawn out tragedy.
That is ironic and cruel.
Like runners in a marathon stumbling and falling near the finishing line, soldiers dying on the battlefield hours before the ceasefire.
As a former Boys Brigade member I have always been encouraged by our motto, Sure and Steadfast.
And I remember another rallying cry - Sir Harry Lauder’s ‘Keep right on to the end of the road’.
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