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© Merle Harton, Jr. | About | XML/RSS Thursday, August 28, 2003
The roach flips over. My number two son, Kiel, who lives with his mother in Abita Springs, called to chat with me and the subject of roaches came upwell, actually, we began with one roach in particular. He had come home after high school and no one was home and in the middle of his bedroom floor was a dead roach, on its back, of course. In central New York, I still haven't seen any roaches, although I'm sure they are here, but recalled the frequency of my contacts with the creatures in Louisiana and Florida, from the little German roaches to the big flying Palmetto bugs. And when they die, they always end up on their backs. They don't just expire, or tip over on their sidethey actually go through a whole process of flipping over onto their backs. What's up with that? We pondered this for a while.
Tuesday, August 26, 2003
Today I thought of my friend Cheryl, a minister in a small community in Florida, who in December 2000 expressed to me her excitement that the decreed the winner of the presidential election was, she said, "God's man." I didn't see it that way then, and I don't see it that way now. What she meant was that a sincere Christian was given the reigns of powernot some heathen. But what we really have is a US president who has traded God's gift to us for a powerful package of patriotism. American patriotism is a good thing, but not when it shrouds the message of hope that God has given us in Jesus Christ, when by a sleight of hand it gives out hate, not love.
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