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I, too, sing America.


I am the darker brother.

They send me to eat in the kitchen

When company comes,

But I laugh,

And eat well,

And grow strong.



I’ll be at the table

When company comes.

Nobody will dare

Say to me,

“Eat in the kitchen,”




They’ll see how beautiful I am

And be ashamed–


I, too, am America.

Have you ever heard one of those fools who tell you, if you don’t like  America, then leave? Of course, you have.

Well I say this: I love America enough to want to make her better.

May we correct her faults “from sea to shining sea” and abroad. May we fight racism, poverty, and war, not other people.

May we help America become the fine nation she can become and sing, God bless America and all the nations and people of the world. May we usher in peace.

Happy Fourth of July

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The father in the story of the prodigal son suffered much. He saw his younger son leave, knowing the disappointments, rejections and abuses facing him. He saw his older son become angry and bitter, and was unable to offer him affection and support. A large part of the father’s life has been waiting. He could not force his younger son to come home or his older son to let go of his resentments. Only they themselves could take the initiative to return.

During these long years of waiting the father cried many tears and died many deaths. He was emptied out by suffering. But that emptiness had created a place of welcome for his sons when the time of their return came. We are called to become like that father.