A poem written today at the Valley and Mountain Fellowship, Rainier Valley in Seattle.
preaching consolation
I walk in beauty
my ears sharp to your voice
my eyes peeled for
any stray ray of light
when I visit the time and place
of my own death
I remember the future
when I feed the hungry
I feed my own soul
when I seek peace
I am delivered unto peace
when I listen to you
my voice is magnified
An amazing book I read recently was Worshipping the Myths of World War II, written by Edward Wood, a combat veteran of World War II. Wood was an 18-year-old thrown into battle in France after D-Day in June of 1944 with virtually no military training.
In researching my book 
In 2005 I produced a documentary film, 
In the summer of 1973, I was the director of the Selma Inter-religious Project in Tuscaloosa, Alabama. The Selma Project was a support organization for civil rights activists working in small towns located in the rural Black Belt across central and southern Alabama, southern Mississippi, and the Florida panhandle.
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Billy Graham was the skinniest kid Mary Lloys Rice had ever seen, and his hair was 
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