
I’m getting close to being mad, but then again, that would be against everything I’m about to say.
Still I have a question: how long have I been holding forth in this little corner of cyberspace — questioning, suggesting, sometimes venting, sometimes screaming — and how long have you been reading what I write, and how much has the world changed because of it? How much have you been able to change the world? Don’t worry, I’m talking to myself as much as I am talking to you. It’s just that it’s time to get serious about being who we are called to be and doing what we were called to do.


Last Saturday night I had the privilege of attending a concert featuring the Peter and Paul version of Peter, Paul and Mary — Mary having passed away seven years ago last September. She was sorely missed — their signature sound being such a tight blend of three voices that together made one indivisible tonal experience. So as much as you tried to hear the old Peter, Paul and Mary sounds in your ear again, it was impossible, because there was a huge hole in the middle — the one that pulled it all together.









