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Addressing Crime in Westbrook, Maine: Newsletter

Faith & Community Newsletter
Published: March 8, 2025
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By Lydia

Westbrook, a city that beautifully balances urban convenience and suburban charm, is a place many of us are proud to call home. With a growing economy that thrives in technology and service sectors, a lively downtown full of culture, and serene natural spaces like Riverbank Park, Westbrook has long been a beacon of prosperity and community spirit. However, in recent days, our city has also been confronted with an unsettling reality—crime has cast a shadow over our peace.

It was a quiet Wednesday evening when the latest incident occurred. A local business, cherished by many for its warm hospitality and dedication to the community, became the scene of an unexpected act of violence. The shockwaves of this event rippled through our streets, touching the hearts of business owners, residents, and faithful church members alike.

How Should We Respond as a Church?

The Bible reminds us in Romans 12:21, “Do not be overcome by evil, but overcome evil with good.” In moments like these, we are called not only to grieve and pray but also to take action in faith.

Many of us ask, “Why does God allow such things to happen?” The truth is, we live in a fallen world where sin distorts the beauty of God’s creation. But in the face of hardship, our calling as believers is to be lights in the darkness, to extend love and grace even when fear tempts us to retreat.

Community Safety: A Call to Action

This incident should not divide or discourage us, but rather unite us in seeking solutions that promote peace and safety in Westbrook. Here are some faith-driven ways we can respond:

  1. Pray for Our City2 Chronicles 7:14 says, “If my people, who are called by my name, will humble themselves and pray and seek my face and turn from their wicked ways, then I will hear from heaven, and I will forgive their sin and will heal their land.” Let us gather as a congregation to pray for our leaders, law enforcement, and neighbors.
  2. Support Our Local Businesses and Victims – The store affected by this crime needs our encouragement. Whether it is a simple visit, a donation, or a word of kindness, let’s show them that they are not alone.
  3. Strengthen Neighborhood Watch Programs – As a church, we can take a leadership role in organizing and participating in neighborhood safety initiatives.
  4. Be Present and Available – If you know someone who has been affected by crime—directly or indirectly—be there for them. Sometimes, the greatest act of love is simply listening.

Holding Onto Hope

Westbrook is more than just a city; it is a family of people who care deeply for one another. While crime can shake our sense of security, it cannot shake our faith. Psalm 46:1 reminds us, “God is our refuge and strength, an ever-present help in trouble.”

Let us not be discouraged. Instead, let us be a people of action, faith, and unwavering hope. God has placed us here for a reason—to be His hands and feet in a world that so desperately needs Him.

May the Lord bless and protect Westbrook.

With faith and love,
Lydia

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Managing Katherine’s Floods: A Tale of Resilience

Katherine is a town in the Northern Territory of Australia, located on the banks of the Katherine River. It sits 320 kilometers southeast of Darwin, where the outback meets the tropics. The town began as a small outpost in the 1870s, built to support the Australian Overland Telegraph Line that connected Darwin with Adelaide. Back then, it was just a handful of tents, some rough shelters, and a steady flow of dusty travelers. The town grew slowly, shaped by its location along one of the country’s key transport routes. People passed through, some stayed, and gradually, Katherine began to take form.

Gold mining brought the first real boom to the town. In the late 1800s, prospectors found gold in the nearby hills. Miners arrived in droves, hoping to strike it rich. The town expanded quickly, with pubs, general stores, and boarding houses popping up overnight. But like most gold rushes, it didn’t last. The gold ran out, and many left, leaving behind a quieter, more stable settlement. Farming took root, and cattle ranches spread across the plains surrounding the town. The river, prone to flooding during the wet season, became both a blessing and a curse, nourishing the land but sometimes bringing disaster.

World War II changed everything. In 1942, Japan bombed Darwin, and Katherine suddenly found itself on the front line of Australia’s defense. The town became a staging post for troops moving north, and airstrips were built to support the war effort. One of these would eventually become RAAF Base Tindal, 17 kilometers southeast of town. After the war, Katherine continued to serve a strategic military function, with the base playing a key role in local employment and the town’s economy.

Tourism became important in the latter half of the 20th century. Katherine’s proximity to Nitmiluk National Park, home to the famous Katherine Gorge, drew visitors eager to explore the stunning landscapes and ancient rock art. People came to see where the outback met the tropics, to experience a place where rugged red cliffs rise over lush green waterways. Today, Katherine is the fourth largest town in the Northern Territory, a hub for travelers on the Savannah Way, and a gateway to both history and nature.


One person who saw the town’s evolution firsthand was a local woman named Rose Carter. Born in the 1950s, Rose grew up when Katherine was still a rough-and-tumble place, with dusty streets and the smell of cattle drifting in from the surrounding ranches. Her father was a rancher, and she spent her childhood riding horses, mending fences, and learning how to survive in the harsh landscape. By the time she was in her twenties, she knew every corner of the town and its surrounding wilderness.

Rose wasn’t a woman to settle for a quiet life. She had an idea that could change the way Katherine approached its biggest problem: the river. Every wet season, the Katherine River would flood, sometimes causing major damage to homes and businesses. It had happened several times in her life, and each time, the town would have to rebuild. Rose thought there had to be a way to manage the water better, to prevent the damage before it happened.

She spent years studying how other towns dealt with floods. She learned about levees, flood barriers, and water management systems. But there was resistance. Katherine was a small town, and people were used to doing things a certain way. They weren’t keen on the expense or the effort required to build flood defenses. Some said Rose was wasting her time.

But Rose was stubborn. She gathered support slowly, convincing local officials to listen to her ideas. By the time she was in her forties, her plan for a series of levees and flood diversion channels was starting to take shape. The town had never seen anything like it, and while many doubted it would work, they were willing to give it a try.

The levees were built just in time. In 1998, a record wet season hit, and the Katherine River rose higher than it had in decades. But this time, instead of the water rushing into town, it was diverted away, held back by the levees that Rose had fought so hard to build. People marveled at the sight—the river, still powerful, but no longer a threat. Rose became a local hero overnight.

For years, Rose was celebrated as the woman who saved Katherine. But there was one detail about her plan that few people knew. She had discovered something strange while working on the flood defenses. During the early stages of construction, Rose had found an old underground passage that ran beneath the town, following the river’s path. It was ancient, far older than anything the town had ever known. Some believed it was a natural formation, a forgotten cave system. Others thought it had been created by early settlers or explorers.

Rose never spoke much about the passage, but rumors spread. Some said it led to hidden chambers deep within the gorge, others that it connected to old gold mines. A few even whispered that the passage held secrets about the river itself—how it rose and fell, and why it flooded the way it did. But Rose kept quiet, only sharing vague details with a few close friends.

One day, years after the flood levees were built, a young historian from Darwin came to town. He had been researching Katherine’s history and had heard about the underground passage. He was determined to find it, convinced that it held the key to understanding Katherine’s past. He asked Rose to help him. She agreed, but on one condition: they would never speak of what they found.

Together, they explored the passage, and what they discovered was shocking. It wasn’t natural at all. It had been carved out deliberately, but not by settlers or miners. The passage was much older, and it led to a chamber deep under the riverbank. There, etched into the walls, was something Rose had never expected to see—an ancient map of the river, marking its flow, its floods, and something else. A second, hidden river running beneath the Katherine.

Rose realized, with growing horror, that her flood defenses hadn’t stopped the river at all. They had only delayed it. The hidden river was still rising, building pressure, waiting to break free. She had saved the town, but only temporarily. And now, she had to decide what to do next.

She never told anyone about the chamber, not even the historian. He left Katherine soon after, his research incomplete. Rose kept the secret, watching the river, waiting. The town still saw her as a hero, but Rose knew that one day, the water would come again, and this time, nothing could stop it.

Martha Greene: The Mysterious Force in Rockstone’s Growth

In the 1930s, Rockstone was a quiet town. Its streets were lined with simple homes and a handful of shops. The townspeople were hardworking, humble folk who didn’t expect much from the world beyond their borders. But Rockstone had its own peculiar history, and every now and then, whispers of something bigger stirred in the air.

Martha Greene had lived in Rockstone all her life. She was the kind of woman people liked to call wise. She didn’t speak much, but when she did, people listened. Martha ran a small post office near the town square. Her days were spent sorting letters and packages, listening to the comings and goings of her neighbors. She knew everything about everyone.

In 1935, a new fervor swept through Rockstone. The New England New State Movement was gathering momentum. Politicians and local leaders like David Redford were pushing for the creation of a new state in northern New South Wales. They wanted Rockstone to be at the center of it. People talked of opportunities, of growth, of the town finally getting the recognition it deserved.

“You heard?” one customer said to Martha one afternoon. “They’re saying we could be the capital of a new state.”

Martha raised an eyebrow but said nothing.

David Redford, the loudest voice in favor of the new state, visited Martha one day. He was a persuasive man, known for rousing speeches. He came into the post office, smiling wide.

“Martha, I’ve got a petition going,” he said. “We’re collecting signatures to show the government we’re serious about this new state. I know you care about this town, so I figured you’d be the first to sign.”

Martha looked at him, her face calm, betraying no emotion.

“David, do you think all this change will really make things better here?” she asked quietly.

“Of course,” Redford said with enthusiasm. “It’ll bring jobs, schools, attention. We’ll be a real city. Bigger than we’ve ever dreamed.”

Martha nodded slowly but didn’t pick up the pen he had placed in front of her. Instead, she asked, “What about the land, the people who don’t want all that?”

Redford hesitated. “Progress doesn’t always make everyone happy, Martha. But it’s for the greater good.”

Martha handed the petition back to him. “Sometimes, progress isn’t what we need.”

She didn’t sign the paper. David Redford left with a puzzled expression, but he wasn’t deterred. He collected signatures all over town, and soon enough, the petition was sent to the government.

Not long after, rumors began to circulate. Martha, who had always been a private woman, was said to be working against the movement. Some said she had a secret petition of her own. Others thought she was hiding something far more important. One night, a man named William Trask, a local farmer, claimed to have seen lights in Martha’s house late at night. He swore he heard her talking to someone.

“I don’t know what she’s up to,” he told anyone who’d listen. “But it’s not good.”

Martha remained silent, tending to her post office and her small garden. She offered no explanations, and the whispers grew.

One evening, David Redford came to confront her.

“Martha, there’s talk going around that you’re collecting signatures against the movement,” he said, his tone hard. “What are you really up to?”

Martha looked at him, calm as ever. “David, I’m not against progress. I’m just not convinced it’s the kind we need.”

Redford narrowed his eyes. “Then what are you doing?”

Martha sighed. “You’re asking the wrong questions. It’s not what I’m doing—it’s what the town is becoming.”

Redford left, more confused than before. But something about Martha’s words bothered him. He started to look deeper into her activities, asking around town if anyone had seen her meeting with outsiders or corresponding with political figures. Nothing concrete turned up, but the air of mystery around Martha grew thicker.

A week later, there was a break-in at Martha’s house. The thief didn’t steal anything of value, but he ransacked her home. Drawers were pulled out, papers were strewn about. The only thing missing was a small chest that Martha had kept under her bed for years.

The town was in an uproar. Some believed the chest contained letters from high-up officials, proving Martha had been working secretly against the movement. Others thought it was something more personal, a relic of a past relationship or a business deal gone wrong.

Martha, though shaken by the break-in, kept quiet. She didn’t reveal what was in the chest, and no one asked her directly.

As days passed, rumors swirled. William Trask, who had always been suspicious of Martha, insisted that the chest had something to do with the separatist movement.

“Mark my words,” he told his neighbors. “There’s more to her than meets the eye.”

Others believed the mystery was simpler. A woman like Martha had lived a full life, and maybe the contents of the chest were simply her personal affairs, none of anyone’s business.

But then, in a twist no one expected, Martha made an announcement. She called for a town meeting at the local hall. When she stood before the gathered crowd, her voice was steady.

“I know there’s been a lot of talk,” she said. “And I know you’re all curious about what was in that chest.”

The room fell silent.

“What was inside were letters from my late husband,” Martha continued, her voice calm. “They were personal, and they meant a great deal to me.”

A murmur spread through the crowd, but Martha held up her hand.

“But,” she said, “there were also letters from politicians, supporters of the movement. They wanted me to work against Rockstone becoming part of the new state.”

Gasps rippled through the room.

“Did I help them?” Martha paused, letting the question hang in the air. “That’s for you to decide.”

The room fell into a stunned silence. No one knew whether Martha had been playing both sides all along, or if the letters were merely offers she had refused. In the end, Martha left the stage with the same quiet dignity she’d always had, leaving the mystery of her true intentions unsolved.