He may be a son of...

a b-----, but he's OUR son of a b-----!"

So said Secretary of State Cordell Hull about Trujillo (not Truman about MacArthur, as I've always believed). As a Chicagoan, I get an awful lot of Jesse Jackson, more than I need. Some kid's Big Wheel gets a flat, and there he is, sweaty and earnest and loud. His good impulses are often overshadowed by his grandiosity, and people tend to tune out his message too often.

But if this report of Rev. Jackson's effort to persuade Democratic lawmakers to change their position is correct, and his efforts are successful, then (1) we will never hear the end of it, and (2) I must in humility listen to everyone and no longer maintain a "dismissed" list of irritating people. But especially (3) I'll pray with joy that Rev. Jackson receive abundant blessing and consolation from the Lord.

Keep praying! I admit I have become exhausted and despairing, and had nearly given up praying and pondering. This gives me new life, although it's hard to believe that Terri hasn't suffered permanent damage to her organs after this long.

As Lincoln DIDN'T say: "Politics makes strange bedfellows."