Hard to remember

Its hard for me to remember that students who are in high school now grew up with a different set of expectations. In the midwestern town where I went to Elementary school, it was a big controversy when a teacher ended up fired for putting down and roughing up the only black kid in our school. Its hard because somehow the state of the world we grow up in becomes "normal."

Its hard for me to remember the story one my preaching professor told, only once, about being shot on the way to a civil rights demonstration. He was in the hospital recovering when three little girls died in a church bombing. Its hard to remember because its hard to think of him or them hurt like that.

Its hard for me to remember how much further the world has to go in learning to let, (heck to help!) every human being flourish. Its hard because I have a pretty comfortable life, and my kids have all the options they need. ITs hard to remember because I have to slow down and widen my view.

Its hard, but its worth it.

Remembering Gumby

No more "out of sight, out of mind." When I read that Art Clokey, Gumby's creator, had died, I could see that beloved little green guy (Gumby, not Art), hear his high little voice, and smell the rubbery fragrance of my bendable old friend.  (Wish I was still that limber).  What a great show.   He happily took what ever life threw at him with sweet Polky by his side.


 I didn't get acquainted with Clokey's other creation, Davey and Goliath (was he the first claymationator?) until I married a fan.

  Davey and Goliath were a couple of adventurers sponsored by the Lutheran Church Alot of American kids got their early moral lessons from these two "scamps," (yeah, folks talked like that.)

Here's one in honor of Martin Luther King Day coming up next Monday. Hokie???? Of course, but there are worse things in the world!