I read somewhere that the Dalai Lama said of a plate of shrimp, "Too many lives lost". I tried to tell my brother this at the Olive Garden but I'm pretty sure he didn't apply it to his plate full of mussels. Is comsuming shellfish really nothing more than breaking and entering?
It was alluded to in a sermon last weekend, with total respect to Memorial Day and those who have had to suffer, that in a very Mr. Rogerish way, if we all could just play in the sandbox together, there'd be no Memorial Day. Going forward into the world today, how can we push ourselves to share the pail and shovel?
