If I really loved Jesus I would surely not be here in the sunshine. I'd be trying to love the poets now reading in a room without me. If I really, really loved I would not even think what I think,
and it would go easier. Because my neighbors' dogs bark at dawn for sheer joy. Because like them I have known joy. I have matched and folded the family socks, survived history
so far, seen my small desires satisfied. Did I come all this way to sit on a bench? Did the ragged goose feather once have a home? It's too hot to sit long in the sun. Can we, can we, can we, the girl
asks her mother, and her brother hitches his pants and runs fast as he can down the wrong path. His sister calls and he runs back, sniffs a yellow tulip. Oh do what you want says her mother
and the new weeds, and the cardinal says I will do what I can.
Study war no more
Mar 18, 2011
Michael Izbicki grew up in a nondenominational church in California. A National Merit Scholarship finalist, he chose to go to the U.S. Naval Academy out of a sense of duty to his country during a time of war. At the naval academy he began to doubt whether the career to which he had committed himself could be squared with the tenets of just war doctrine. He got in trouble when he responded no to this exam question: "If given the order, would you launch a missile carrying a nuclear warhead?" After a four-year legal battle, the navy discharged him as a conscientious objector. Izbicki may have to reimburse the service for part or all of his education (New York Times, February 22).