Last week I sat in a Bedouin tent on the edge of the Sinai Desert and read a book about Elvis. Across the Red Sea in front of me I could see Saudi Arabia and Jordan and was a short ride away from Israel. It was beautiful and I have rarely felt such peace resting with me.
Today is the 40th anniversary of the killing of Martin Luther King. Istood below the spot where he was shot in Memphis a few weeks ago. No peace in my heart at that moment.