Easter Week

​Easter should bring thoughts of resurrection and new life. This year it brought church fires and bombings.
 
I read about the bombings in Sri Lanka and all the deaths and I try to comprehend the pain I felt after Debbie died multiplied by hundreds.
 
I read about a landmark in Paris that I have visited nearly destroyed by fire and I remember landmarks in New York destroyed.
 
I read about a man arrested for burning black churches in Louisiana and I wonder how someone could be bitter enough to deliberately burn a church.
 
I think about those who worship money, power, fame and hate; and I despair.
 
I read about donations for rebuilding the black churches in Louisiana going up after the Notre Dame donations were publicized and I find encouragement.
 
I walk my dog and find that in spite of everything, beauty still exists in this world and I see the hand of the Creator.
 
I think about the people in my life and I feel grateful and blessed.
 
And maybe that’s enough to know.