Over the last few weeks, I have been a little sick. For me, that
means that I will lose my voice. The smokey tones of Marge Simpson will
emerge for a while, giving way to the honk of an imprisoned swan,
leaving me finally with utter silence.
I pause now for my wife to rejoice. It is a bit rough in my line of
work – It is hard to preach, lead the prayers or to talk with someone
who is having a rough day. So this was an eye-opening experience as I
moved through the community observing how other people communicated.
