if you feel like you’re crawling through mud with rancid water soaking your clothes and the weight of progress poverty pressing you further into the mire of inequity you must still continue the fight for social justice but each time you grow weary focus on what you do have those loving hands that reach out for you those words of kindness and appreciation for all you’ve done and those tearful eyes that look to you for what you will do
young strip mall preacher from down the street had imposed himself on aunt bea while she was having her afternoon tea most folks in the neighborhood know that’s her sacred time when she ponders the wonders of just still being alive it’s a time that i never visit unless invited so the conversation i’m about to convey to you was well overheard by a concerned neighbor it was reported that after an hour-long verbal onslaught about heaven and hell aunt bea calmly asked now according to your text god is all-knowing yes ma’am and according to your text when we die and go to heaven we don’t recall our earthly life yes ma’am that’s the true gospel well child aunt bea said if god’s all-knowing and we don’t recall what we did when we were on earth why do we have to go through all this hell on earth seems to me the whole thing was rigged from the get-go so being rewarded or punished for something you can’t recollect is just plain silly or cruel now the only thing reported after those comments were some quick shuffling steps away from aunt bea’s porch
