Went to visit some friends last week and I took some shots around. Enlarged this one, of my favorite little gal.

Leila thinks I'm taking a picture of someone else -- and I
did, but she got included, too.

Honesty is not only the best policy, nor merely the right policy. It is also the kindest policy.

Where did we ever get the idea that it was kind not to be honest? Brutality and cruelty have no place, but to speak the truth in love will cause growth in ourselves and those who hear us.

When we fail to speak honestly, we are thinking more of ourselves than our neighbor.

And in order to speak honestly, we must live honestly. Might that be the main problem?

Only you can say.

I think they got it right, but isn't it a tall order, a grand mission? I read this today on a church bulletin:

The Ulysses Church exists to reach the lost, to continue to grow as a family of God, to serve our fellow man, to worship God, and to do all this in the spirit of unity.

I remember as a kid watching TV, and at the end of the program the anchor -- I think it was Walter Cronkite -- would have a couple of minutes for commentary. In case you missed it, the word commentary was written in a corner of the screen (probably on a board behind him, in those days).

Today the distinction between reporting and commenting (facts and opinion) has blurred. Reporters who supposedly give us facts wrap them in wild interpretations that have little correspondence to reality. But once in a while, they go so far over the line, it's too much even for their tendentious bosses.

Just ask New Zealander Peter Arnett.

This is making the e-rounds, but maybe you haven't seen it yet:

Happy moments, praise God.
Difficult moments, seek God.
Quiet moments, worship God.
Painful moments, trust God.
Every moment, thank God.