At the beginning of the Civil Rights Movement and in the midst of the Montgomery Bus Boycott, Mother Pollard, a 72 year old participant in the movement, was asked after several weeks of walking to and from her destinations whether she was tired. She responded: My feets is tired, but my soul is rested. Something…
Despite endless vows, protestations, reservations, and absolutes, I’m now flying with the bird. No, not the Holy Spirit – I signed on to fly with that bird a long time ago. I recently let go of yet another “never”: I’m now a password protected participant in the world of Twitter. My caving comes as no…
Tonight, remembering 9/11. Last night, the President proposing a plan to confront unimaginable acts and rebuff inconceivable evil. Two days ago, another young man shot and killed in our neighborhood. Three days ago, teenagers on the front page of our local paper brutally attacking a developmentally disabled man. At moments it is overwhelming. How can…