Texts: Psalm 84; Luke 18: 9-14
A few weeks ago, I attended the annual Fall Convocation at Yale Divinity School. I think it was the first one I had attended since leaving Connecticut in 1992, but since an old friend of mine was getting the William Sloane Coffin Award for Peace and Justice and I had not seen her since she left New Haven for Kentucky sometime in the late 70s, I took the day off and went to New Haven. Several others received awards as well and as usual, those receiving awards spoke of being humbled by their award.
This pattern of speaking seems to come with awards, no matter what kind of award is being given; whether it’s an award for perfect attendance in school or a Tony for a great performance on the stage. Methinks, to paraphrase Shakespeare, the awardees do protest too much. Most people who ...
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