My high school class is in the throes of planning its 30. To get us excited about the upcoming festivities, the planners periodically ask us questions on Facebook. The current question is, Where did you work in high school? This question instigated any number of fond memories. But it dredged up awful memories too. I read these cheerful reminisces and wonder, Am I the only one who gets this filled with dolor when I remember those days? The difference.

An interesting mix of the quirky and the literary. National Forests and their Management. Theology of a Quaker Logger. Just for a moment can you set aside. Who you think you are. So that you can see who you. Perception becomes reality, so they say. But they also say garbage in, garbage out. And if perception is based on garbage, well. Wrong belief results in wrong action. Just for a moment can you set aside.

It might even be a good thing. Wherever one sits on the political spectrum, we all agree that something shifted on Election Night. As with most earthquakes, the pressure had been building for some time but the magnitude and fracture lines were not as predicted. Whether devastated or elated, all are disoriented by the event. It has been six months no.

We were not his typical audience coming to hear his strong call for a more radical life of justice for all. No, but what a wonderful point on the horizon.