tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32466520.post5313712174162086363..comments2023-06-14T11:56:35.760-04:00Comments on Sunlight and shadows: Words, Words, WordsBethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02310042926621648689noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32466520.post-86763895428666067692009-09-13T21:18:47.683-04:002009-09-13T21:18:47.683-04:00A beautiful sermon. As a poet I am always stunned ...A beautiful sermon. As a poet I am always stunned by the idea that words don't matter. Recently my daughter and I were walking the dog when a local boy came up to her looking very worry and earnestly apologized to her for "what he friends had said the other day." She told him it was fine and thanked him for standing up for her, but he was clearly upset. She is a bi-racial child I have been wondering when she would experience being called a nigger and how she would deal with it. Sad to realize I didn't wonder if she would have this experience, only when. After seeing how clearly she was concerned with the boys distress and did not take the insult to heart I feel more confident than ever that she has the spirit it takes to "speak blessings," as you put it. Thanks for posting this sermon.Laura Smyth, Publisher and Creative Directorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05596755606185023203noreply@blogger.com