I've known about this project for some time now, but I have not done anything about it. Sure I joined them as a "Cause" on Facebook, but that's it. This video is compelling. Even so, I have done little more than post it in hopes that others may be even more inspired than I. I pray for peace every night, but I do little to bring it about. Mother Teresa once said we should not try to do big things, just do little things with great love. I suppose that can be just as big a cop out as "I thought about it, and it's the thought that counts." Although that negates the "great love" portion. Can even the smallest thing done with great love not draw you into bigger things? We shall see.
First Presbyterian in Lafayette, Louisiana September 12, 2001 – Ordinary 24C Exodus 32:7-14 1 Timothy 1:12-17 Luke 15:1-10 I have a card in my wallet with my name on it. It is not so that I can remember my name. It is so I can remember my grandfather, Samuel Arthur Hutchins - Daddy Bill, who gave it to me years ago. I never asked him why he had it, but it effected me deeply to know that he came across it sometime, somewhere and was moved to keep it in his wallet. The card tells me the meaning of my name, “God Hath Remembered.” I can tell you there were times I wish God would not remember, but that card helped get me through them anyway. It was the only thing remotely Hebrew that I knew the translation of before seminary. So, you can imagine how deflated I was in my late 20’s to learn that although the literal root verb was long memory, the associated noun was simply, “old man.” Hebrew is, of course, a more poetic than literal language, and there is some poetry in the knowledge ...
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