Tuesday, March 19, 2019

Gees Bend, Alabama 1968
Purdue University students experience soul rich hospitality from economically poor hosts as they spend the night in an isolated African-American community. 

Tuesday, March 5, 2019

Reflecting on moving from Mardi Gras to Ash Wednesday in New Orleans with Purdue students fifty years ago. What it meant then, what it means now.

Saturday, February 2, 2019

The Day I met Martin Luther King, Jr.
Every year about this time, I remember the day I walked into the office of the Montgomery Improvement Association and shook hands with Dr. King. It was of no consequence to the Movement but it was a pivotal moment in my life. I share it with the hope that all of us can take the continuing struggle for universal civil rights personally, in our own way.
The first African-American enrolls in Auburn University 
Nearly thirty years after I met Harold Franklin as  he registered as a student at Auburn, we met and recalled those tumultuous times. 

Thursday, January 24, 2019

Race. It's all how one looks at it.

  3 Lessons of Revolutionary Love in a Time of Rage

Thursday, December 6, 2018

Life Without Superheroes
"The storm was a pivotal point in my perception and understanding of loss and recovery. I would never again look to Plastic Man to fix things."

"No storm can destroy our compassion for one another." 

Saturday, June 23, 2018

The Mountain is Calling

Heart Mountain


One cannot help but be impressed with this geological marvel that frames the Bighorn Basin near Cody, Wyoming, especially when one knows how the mountain was formed.

     The Heart Mountain Relocation Interpretation Center located on the other side of the mountain pulls us back into a dark side of our nation's history.
     I know we cannot live on the mountain in some fantasy peaceable kingdom, but I know we must not live in the swamp of fear and hate. I believe we can love the stranger. Will we? 

Monday, April 2, 2018

A vision quest and moral choices

The Bridge
from Friedman's Fables
Edwin H. Friedman

     This story begins when after years of struggle and search, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity presents itself. He is excited to begin the required journey to fulfill his vision and is ready to face any and all obstacles along the way and then he meets the man with the rope. 
     I choose to tell this story because I believe that most all of us recognize persons who will, if allowed, make themselves almost totally dependent on someone else and are willing to take no responsibility for themselves. I wonder, do we sometimes understand ourselves as the dependent one?
     If you want to make the story work for you, I encourage you to raise some questions of it.  Here are some that come to my mind:
     - How would you get the man hanging from the rope to take responsibility for himself?
     - How much responsibility does the man on the bridge have for the other?
     - Could both men be the same person?
     - Why are the dependent so often calling the shots?
     - If someone came up to you and said, "Hold the end or I'll jump," what would you do?
You take it from here.