Category Archives: The Threshold
The Threshold: Right and Wrong
I woke up this morning knowing that I’m right. Something was said, and I disagreed with every fiber of my being and I had to stop listening before the depth of the wrongness pervaded beyond where it hung in the … Continue reading
The Threshold: Hatred
“Don’t ever let anyone pull you so low as to hate them. We must use the weapon of love. We must have the compassion and understanding for those who hate us. We must realize so many people are taught to … Continue reading
The Threshold: Courage
Who is this guy you might ask? This is a selfie of the waiter at the Restaurant in NC where we had dinner Thanksgiving week while visiting Hannah this year. I had asked him to take a picture of our … Continue reading
The Threshold: Charlie Hebdo and Humor
“Without humor, we are all dead.” So read the cartoon from the International New York Times in response to the killing of Charlie Hebdo by terrorists. Humor is, all by itself, a kind of threshold. When someone begins to tell … Continue reading
The Threshold: Between Sleeping and Waking
I read somewhere a long time ago the suggestion that when you wake spontaneously “much too early” (at two thirty or three a.m.), you should stay up and pay attention to what comes into your consciousness because – whether it … Continue reading
The Threshold: Home
In the early 1960s, a congregational meeting was held in my small Missionary Baptist Church near Perry, GA. A deacon told us that Negroes had tried to enter some white churches in Perry. This meeting was to decide what we … Continue reading
The Threshold: Opposition
Opposition tends to evoke in us one of two reactions: run away, or kill, metaphorically speaking, most of the time. When I encounter opposition, I may decide to forget what I was trying to do and walk away. I may … Continue reading