VML-12/27/01

[Guest guest]

I remember when I was young, a young man's father died and left him

poorly off, with a large family to support, and he found that his

father's friends were unwilling to help him. He had a conversation

with a clergyman who offered this consolation, " Oh, it is all good,

all is sent for our good. " That is the old method of trying to put a

piece of gold leaf on an old sore. It is a confession of weakness ,

of absurdity.