While thinking and praying for Ngaruawahia (open the food pits) recently I discovered that the history of Ngaruawahia is actually a love story that brought two tribes together. The thought came to me that the King of kings was coming over the mountains to embrace his people. The sweet fragrance of love is His love, a love that cannot be measured. The classic love story. And we are invited to a feast (Ngaruawahia, which means open the food pits).
Bring on the feast!
