A Good Man

From Martin Luther King’s sermon “Unfulfilled Dreams

Some weeks ago somebody was saying something to me about a person that I have great, magnificent respect for. And they were trying to say something that didn’t sound too good about his character, something he was doing. And I said, “Number one, I don’t believe it. But number two, even if he is, he’s a good man because his heart is right.” And in the final analysis, God isn’t going to judge him by that little separate mistake that he’s making, because the bent of his life is right.

He may not have reached the highest height… He may not have realized all of his dreams, but he tried. Isn’t that a wonderful thing for somebody to say about you? “He tried to be a good man. He tried to be a just man. He tried to be an honest man. His heart was in the right place.” And I can hear a voice saying, crying out through the eternities, “I accept you. You are the recipient of my grace because it was in your heart. And it is so well that it was within thine heart.”

I don’t know this morning about you, but I can make a testimony. You don’t need to go out this morning saying that Martin Luther King is a saint. Oh, no. I want you to know this morning that I’m a sinner like all of God’s children. But I want to be a good man! And I want to hear a voice saying to me one day, “I take you in and I bless you, because you try.”

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March Goes Out

I am sitting on my back porch, which I had a hand in building. My dog is here as well, and I am having a drink. Brutus (the dog) is usually noisy and mobile, but at the moment he has settled in and is doing little else but observing.

We just watched the sun go down. Because it isn’t all the way gone, the sky is a riot of pink and purple pastels.

There is something very nice about all of this.

It sounds very kitsch to write something like, “Next week I turn another year older, and I am just now learning to appreciate things like this, and I am glad for it.” It sounds kitsch, but it is what I want to write.

The early-bird summer bugs have begun to sing their songs. I am facing west and they sound like they are all behind me.

What If

It is roundly accepted that the best fiction is a product of a “what if” scenario. What if George Washington was an alien, what if Bruce Willis didn’t know he was dead, etc. There have been several things in the last few days which I have observed and then said to myself, “I should write about that.” Then I have invariably forgotten them.

So what if I started carrying around a notebook and didn’t lose all these ideas?

Cougar, Detail



Cougar, Detail, originally uploaded by jberthume.

I’m not sure how I managed to pull something like this off, but I took this picture today.