Speech Has Power. Words Do Not Fade.

For Many Of Us The March From Selma To Montgomery Was About Protest And Prayer. Legs Are Not Lips And Walking Is Not Kneeling. And Yet Our Legs Uttered Songs. Even Without Words, Our March Was Worship. I Felt My Legs Were Praying.

Those Of Faith Who Plant Sacred Thoughts In The Uplands Of Time, The Secret Gardeners Of The Lord In Mankind's Desolate Hopes, May Slacken And Tarry But Rarely Betray Their Vocation.

Remember That There Is Meaning Beyond Absurdity. Know That Every Deed Counts, That Every Word Is Power...above All, Remember That You Must Build Your Life As If It Were A Work Of Art.

Much Of What The Bible Demands Can Be Comprised In One Imperative: Remember!

The Degree To Which One Is Sensitive To Other People's Suffering, To Other (people's) Humanity, Is The Index Of One's Own Humanity