The hour calls for moral grandeur and spiritual audacity.

For many of us the march from Selma to Montgomery was about protest and prayer. Legs are not lips and walking is not kneeling. And yet our legs uttered songs. Even without words, our march was worship. I felt my legs were praying.

How embarrassing for man to be the greatest miracle on earth and not to understand it!

Faith like Job's cannot be shaken becasue it is the result of having been shaken.

Every little deed counts.

Few are guilty, but all are responsible.

Then comes the insight that All is God. One still realizes that the world is as it was, but it does not matter, it does not affect one's faith.