Monday, May 21, 2012

The Least of . . .

People whom, we think, don't matter have something on us. They know at least one of our secrets -- how low we'll go.

They know whether we tend to mistreat them, ignore them, or treat them decently and kindly. They see us do things that might shock the people we love. They catch a glimpse of how we feel about all Creation.

They've got our number, and so has God.

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