Pentecost

I am just beginning to understand the Northern Irish Summer. I have noticed that the sun is definitely shy and evasive; the rain is not! In a place where water from the sky is greeted with stony glares and angry muttering, it is difficult to get excited about “Living Water”. Not when it drips on us throughout the year, flows from our taps, wets our gardens, dampens our dogs, and soaks our lives.