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Monday, May 29, 2006

Words Less Spoken

Several months later it seems prudent to explain the title of my blog for those who haven't already figured it out. "Words Less Spoken" is an adaptation of the closing line of Robert Frost's well known poem "The Road Not Taken,"


Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

In 1972 NBC news correspondent Carl Stern interviewed Rabbi Abraham Joshua Heschel two weeks before he died. In that interview Stern asked him what message he would have for young people. Rabbi Heschel responded, “Let them be sure that every little deed counts, that every word has power, and that we do our share to redeem the world.” I hope that my words will not further clutter the atmosphere of ideas but may add something of substance to this dialogue that is community. May the words less spoken be words worth speaking.

Wednesday, May 10, 2006

Three Kinds of Christians

I've been reading The Man Called Cash, the authorized biography of Johnny Cash by Steve Turner, and have been enjoying it immensely. I read that he was criticized for spending so much time with prisoners. He responded that he thought there were three different kinds of Christians: "there's preaching Christians, church-playing Christians, and there's practicing Christians. I'm trying very hard to be a practicing Christian." May we all keep trying.

Monday, May 08, 2006

Another Pair of Socks

I haven't blogged much the past two weeks. Life is good. All is well. Nothing to get excited about. I've just been enjoying my favorite shows, reading great books, and playing lots of poker. I am still shocked that there are only 3 new episodes of The Sopranos left. It seems like the season just started, and by all accounts this will probably be the last one.

Last night in the episode, "The Ride," Tony was seeing his shrink Dr. Melfi, and she asked him if he was bored. He paused and reminded her that since he was shot he sees every day as a gift, then quipped "but does it have to be a pair of socks?"

I guess it could be worse. It could be underwear.

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