So this morning, I was sitting on my porch reading a good book when the nice woman -- black, I may say, to give proper honor to her and her ethnic traditions -- who works for the U. S. Postal Service and kindly delivers our mail every day, came by on her daily rounds.
I had been thinking about her particularly since yesterday, and felt that I had one word for her. So, as she handed me our mail, I said:
"One word: Jesus."
"Amen," she smiled. "Amen."
And that's the truth.