If I'm not mistaken, the deafening sound I hear this morning is that
of a glass house shattering into fragments.
Whew. Lucky for all the rest of us we don't live in one of those.
May I lift up, lest I learn what it's like to be down so low.
May I forgive without condition, lest I be reminded of my own failures.
May I encourage, lest I walk through my own valley alone.
May I point at the wear in my own shoes and not the tattered soles of those in which I have never walked. May I choose the footpath even when the bandwagon seems such an easy ride.