A Kansas City jury had been out a week and struggling to get the twelfth juror, the only holdout, to convict. At 6:00 pm the court officer entered the jury room and asked the foreman for the jury’s food orders. “What shall I bring the jury for dinner?”
“Make it eleven fish plates and one bale of hay!” someone yelled.
This past weekend, a former elected official asked me which airport in D.C. I use.
Preachers tell the story of the passion play, presented in a big city park during the holy week of the Christian tradition. As the actors processed up a hillside, the young man portraying Christ carried a heavy cross.
Although these weekly missives are intended for 435 Members, this writing is directed more to the 58 newly elected Representatives.
I shall never forget the question someone asked our sixth grade science teacher: “Mr. Freeman, why is it that we can’t kill all the flies around our House?” The teacher responded that there are way more flies than people. Each female fly, he said, lays about 150 eggs, three times a month during the summer. The eggs hatch and bring forth similar numbers and the beat goes on and on and on.
This witty English saying has been quoted for at least 400 years.
“A stitch in time saves nine” means that a small rip in a garmet, should be repaired quickly or it will become a spacious tear. A one inch, almost unnoticeable snag, might become a nine inch unruly breach tomorrow.
As an ordained United Methodist Church minister, when I speak at home or around the country, I am exceedingly particular about the language I use to express my support for, or opposition to, political or policy positions.
Growing up, in a love-strong but financially-fragile family, my mother had “good dishes.” My three sisters and I rotated the responsibility of washing dishes after each meal. During one of my times to do the dishes, my mother witnessed me carelessly carrying an armful of dishes from the table to the sink; she banned me from washing the good dishes. “Thank you Jesus!”
This Memorial Day I discovered, at long last, why incumbents sometimes hold an advantage over challengers. Following my keynote address at the National World War I Museum and Memorial, also known as the Liberty Memorial, I spoke with a number of the nice people who attended the program. Amongst those who took the time to respond to my speech was a woman who shared a story with me.
A sage preacher took the pulpit one Sunday morning to really lay it on his wayward congregation. His sermon was, in part, based on Ezekiel 38:20, “I will pour out torrential rain hailstones, fire and brimstone...” Flipping the pages of his Bible to the 13th chapter of Luke in the Christian Testament, “There will be weeping and gnashing of the teeth.”