How can we take pleasure in the lessening of the rockets when we see the footage of mass graves in Gaza?  It doesn’t ease our pain to know that every house there is filled with weapons of war.  Who knows whether they were put there by the families, the kindergarten teacher or the doctors or whether they were part of the ideology of the household?  Who knows if the body bags going into the ground are filled with people or rubble?  who knows what the truth is?  All I can know is that there are rockets that can kill us and can fall on us at any moment.  So a moment free of that fear must be cherished.

And believe me, it is.  Not out of self-induced ignorance  but out of great appreciation of each moment of grace.  So here today we sat at Manta Ray and ate fish from Jaffa and watched the waves and rejoiced.