Day 32 - a city on a hill

In the week leading up to Holy Week we are trying to create some sort of ritual - some sort of spiritual moment to reflect this time in the church's calendar. As Jesus approached the city of Jerusalem, where it seems he knew he was to meet his death, he stopped, looking over at the great view of it all spreading below.
Luke 19: 41 - And when he drew near and saw the city, he wept over it, 42 saying, “Would that you, even you, had known on this day the things that make for peace! But now they are hidden from your eyes.

Today we hear of another car ramming in the land which some call Holy. It's not, this time, in Jerusalem, but near Ramallah. The young Palestinians responsible have been shot. The Israeli soldier they hit has died too. Definitely not things which make for peace.

The supper rota tonight fell to those under 22. It was amazing to see 9 kids aged 10 to 21 muck in and find each their own part. Cal masterminded a whistle stop tour of Chinese cuisine and after a couple of hours of mayhem in the kitchen they unveiled 8 dishes to rapturous applause. It was delicious and gorgeous to be cooked for by our own ones. 

A bit of fireside singing ensued which felt an apt ending to a fantastic evening. My heart is full of love and contentedness.