This has been a week of extremes – sorrow and joy fighting in my life.  My beloved home town has been the victim of another tragedy – this time a tragedy of hate, as fifty people lost their lives in the Mosque shootings.  How do you understand this kind of hatred.  I cannot.

On the other hand, we have been visiting our cherished great-grandchildren, and it was so lovely to spend time with them, and to be welcomed by our family in Whakatane.  I pray that they will grow up in a world that has less hatred.  We do not need to hold to the same ideologies to love each other.

what happens
when the well
runs dry