Marble Collegiate Church

It is another of those moments, isn’t it, when all our human quarreling and sniping, all our politics and passions, seem to fade into insignificance. WE have glimpsed something beyond ourselves.

One of the joys of summer, for me, is having the chance to do something different. I am just back home after two weeks of the out of the ordinary.

I highly recommend it. It struck me forcibly as I read a paragraph in a young adult novel that my grandniece was sharing with me. One of the characters was retiring from a teaching position where he had given his best for many years, but the final months had not been happy ones. He confided to a friend:

“I used to believe that having a good memory meant being able to remember everything in perfect detail. Now I believe having a good memory means being able to selectively forget...”

Why was I surprised? I shouldn’t have been, but I was. Perhaps I still don’t fully understand the power of the word or, should I say, the Word.