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Hope IS the Cake
I used to think that hope was the icing on the cake. But I’ve lived long...
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“Feed my sheep” is not a lot of preacher poetry. It is the most practical politics I know. Because the most volatile thing in the world is human hunger and misery.
C’mon Carter! C’mon Reagan! C’mon Ford! C’mon Humphrey! Tell us about world hunger! Don’t stand pointing fingers at each other to see who can vilify the Federal government most in order to get to the...
I love the story of the old Arab Sheik who got lost out on the desert. When he finally found his way home in the rain and the cold, he discovered there was nothing to eat. He was hungry and lit a candle and reached down into the only thing he had: an old pot of dates. He held one of them up to the candle and noticed it was wormy; flipped it out of the flap of the tent. Reached down and got another date and...
I went out at seven-o-clock in the morning for a walk, and walked by Mr. Lincoln’s home. A woman from the National Parks Service was there at a quarter past seven and said, “Would you like to come in?” That’s the only department of the government I know that’s on the ball!
So, I looked around Mr. Lincoln’s house and when I walked outside noticed that all the sidewalks were torn up. The National...
I used to think that hope was the icing on the cake. But I’ve lived long enough to know that hope IS the cake – that “Gift of Tomorrow,” as [Robert] Raines put it. I’m concerned about hope – and I think the French poet Paul Valéry was right when he said, “The great fact of our time is that for many people, the future isn’t what it used to be.” I think that’s true. I’m troubled...
I was one of two sons. We had two sons. I only know half the human race! I will crow a little: I have a two-year-old granddaughter. And man am I learning!
But aren’t you sick and tired of all the sneaky jazz that is going on about women? Aren’t you tired of the fact that little brother was sent down to the drug store to get a brown box. “What’s in it Mom?” “Don’t ask! Just get...
We all know the story of the Three Wise Men. We’re not sure where they came from. We don’t know where they stayed when they got there or for how long. We don’t know where they went when they left. And it wasn’t until the 6th century when they got immensely popular that the Roman Catholic Church obliged and gave us names for them. But every parish in Christendom has at least three bathrobes and so...
Can you stand a few dirty words this morning? God made man and woman – ingenious! And the dirty word in the miscarriage of that covenant is chauvinism. The beautiful word – when it works – is liberation!
God made the races! When it works, the word is integration. And when it doesn’t, perhaps the dirtiest word of my century: segregation. God made the nations! God’s hope is Peace! Shalom! Salam!...
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