THE CHILD IS.
Cover Photo: Window to the world of Myra # chhotebhai “The child is father of the man” is the seventh of the nine lines of the poem “My Heart Leaps Up” by William Wordsworth. It was written in 1802,...
"Anyone who thinks, sitting in Church can make you a Christian must also think that sitting in a garage can make you a car." Anonymous
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What Have You Done?
"I was hungry, and you formed a humanities club, and discussed my hunger.
I was imprisoned, and you crept of quietly to your chapel in the cellar and prayed for my release.
I was naked, and in your mind you debated the morality of my appearance.
I was sick, and you knelt and thanked God for your good health.
I was homeless, and you preached to me the spiritual shelter of the love of God.
I was lonely, and you left me alone to pray for me.
You seem so holy, so close to God:
But I am still very hungry, and lonely and cold.
So where have your prayers gone? What have they done?
What does it profit a man to go through his book of prayers, when the rest of the world is crying for help.
-Bob Rawland
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