Since 1968 I have had a great comfort. Faith has been there for me in every event of life. Not a sounding brass or a tinkling cymbal but a still small voice. It was not something that I felt compelled to tell all whom I met about. Faith is easy to see if you have on the Garment.

Pugnacious proclamations of Faith frighten me. When I am told with passion that one way is the right way and all others are damned to hell…I am sad. The world’s sick are looking for the Great Physician…we are all sick. The lonely are looking for a friend…we are all lonely. The confused are seeking a wise man and woman…we are all confused.

I never felt the need to answer hurtful comments with hurtful comments. Words do hurt, but how can the hurt receive a balm?
Returning good for evil is the best medicine.

Quiet examples of Christ teaching are powerful. Emotional fever for Nationalistic Dogma hiding as the ‘New Christianity’ is offputting. Feelings are fallible and a poor foundation to build faith upon.

America is a lovely continent. The United States is not the whole of America. Someone told me that they backed America in the discussion of the Ukraine. North and South America are a large land mass with diverse countries. Having been to several continents and countries, I know the United States does not have a Corner on the Faith market…