The last hours of the year provide an opportunity to reflect on the 364 days that have preceded this one. When I consider my efforts to nurture the Garden of Loving Care, I often find my own behavior wanting. Clearly, writing about Loving Care doesn't make it come true. If anything, it establishes a standard that those around me sometimes like to point to. "Hey, Mr. Loving Care, how come you're seeming irritable?" someone will point out to me when I veer off the path of kindness.
What I am pleased about are things like this:...