We pray for the safe return of Madeleine McCann. I cannot rest each moment wondering what horror or what agony that poor child is enduring at that and at this second.
That same thought you can see etched on her mother's stricken face and in her heart. Her soul is tormented by thinking what is happening to her child as she stands, as she sits and as she lives. It is as if she cannot allow her life or that of the entire creation to continue because of what is happening in some unknown elsewhere.
Somewhere on this earth is her daughter. A place, a spot where she is. No one but those who have taken her know where that place is. It could be one mile, it could be a thousand miles away from Kate, from you or from me.
God is in that place too. His eternal vigilance never falters. His love endures. But her parents' sorrow knows no end, no bounds and no place to be.
The news tells me that millions of children are trafficked each year - for servitude, for slavery or to slake sexual depravity.
This is our human world. It stinks to high heaven, or rather to darkest hell.
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We here in The Wolds are proud of our history, our traditions and our way of life. Not that we are unconnected with the wider world, or indeed untroubled by the changes within our own community. We believe The Wolds needs the world; but also that The Wolds has much to offer to a deeply troubled world. Welcome, therefore, to a view from and of The Wolds.
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