“Mrs. Karl Marx, at the end of a long and bleak life,
remarked, ‘How good it would have been if Karl had made some capital instead of
writing so much about it.”
Will Rogers, quoted
Leon Harris,
The Fine Art of
Political Wit
Saturday, March 12, 2022
March 12, 2022
Thought for Today
“We shouldn’t teach great books; we should teach a love
of reading.”
B.F. Skinner,
quoted R. Evans,
R.F. Skinner,
The Man and His
Ideals
March 12, 2022
Reflection
Friday, March 11, 2022
March 11, 2022
Thought for Today
“Like a pieceof
ice on a hot stove; the poem must ride on its own melting.”
Robert Frost,
Collected Works,
Preface, 1951
March 11, 2022
Reflection
Thursday, March 10, 2022
KNOCKKNOCK
[This is an
attempt to put today’s gospel into a poem.]
I walked by God’s door over and over again – too, too many times. But I didn’t walk up the steps to knock on God’s door. Instead I complained over and over again – too, too many times. I complained that God’s door was always locked – so that’s why I didn’t knock. Finally, I did. Finally I walked up the steps. Finally, I knocked on God’s door. I knocked - knocked. The door opened and there was God. I asked. I sought. God answered. I was invited in. I was given a seat at the longest table I ever saw – with millions and billions of people, I was handed a loaf of bread. It wasn’t a rock. It was the most delicious tasting bread I ever had. I was nourished. I was energized. I went out that door filled with the desire that I too could bring bread to God’s world.