I drove home feeling unusually light of heart, singing the last hymn. It was like a hit Broadway show when you can’t get the songs out of your head for days.
I may never see Brother Doug again, for he returned to his home State of Pennsylvania after the tents were folded. They moved on, but I began to practice what he preached.
A fractious relationship with my daughter became calm and loving when I accepted her as she is and not as I thought she should be. She followed my example and came to accept me in the same way, a small miracle.
One tends to forget that there are people in today’s world who have been good their entire lives, simple people who walk as they talk.
Perhaps, from her gilded, swan-shaped bed in the Beyond, Mae West herself can see the memorable bumper sticker I once saw and of which I was reminded Saturday night: “The Meek Don’t Want It.”
