Lavish Love On Others Receive It Gratefully

Time Rushes By And Yet Time Is Frozen. Funny How We Get So Exact About Time At The End Of Life And At Its Beginning. She Died At 6:08 Or 3:46, We Say, Or The Baby Was Born At 4:02. But In Between We Slosh Through Huge Swatches Of Time--weeks, Months, Years, Decades Even.

Do They Deserve To Die?" But "do We Deserve To Kill Them?

People Are More Than The Worst Thing They Have Ever Done In Their Lives

If We Believe That Murder Is Wrong And Not Admissible In Our Society, Then It Has To Be Wrong For Everyone, Not Just Individuals But Governments As Well.

There Are Spaces Of Sorrow Only God Can Touch.