Saturday, November 04, 2006

sermon excerpt: october 29 2006

We all survive the birth canal, and so have a native survivors’ guilt. All six billion.

We all need daily two things, bread and a name. (One does not live by bread alone). All six billion.

We all grow to a point of separation, a leaving home, a second identity. All six billion.

We all love our families, love our children, love our homes, love our grandchildren. All six billion.

We all age, and after forty, its maintenance, maintenance, maintenance. All six billion.

We all shuffle off this mortal coil en route to that undiscovered country from whose bourn no traveler returns. All six billion.
Robert Allan Hill, November 2006

1 comment:

Doug said...

Something I came across this week and really like:

"There are many things to think about.
There is nothing to worry about."

This by a great man who died from cancer and left a wife and 5 kids after only knowing he was ill for 5 months.

Something to think about, NO?