When the earthquake destroyed Haiti, took countless lives and left the survivors with nothing except tears, I saw a woman with her arms stretched out singing.
She was calling to God.
It was her anchor to sanity.
I don’t know what religion or faith she belonged to and I didn’t care.
She didn’t either.
The only thing I know is she probably lost friends, loved ones, home, possessions, all the things we humans cherish.
She was singing.
She wasn’t seeking pity.
It made an impression. A little peace and hope where one would think none existed.
Her soul was with God for the moment. Like the peace one feels in the eye of a hurricane.
God Spots 
Hi Archi;
I have a question for you and Richard and your friends after today’s stock and European Crisis. This is all about sovereign debt.
The question is. Give unto Cesar, I think you know the passage.
Does it mean pay Cesar what is demanded or walk away as it is only materialistic.
I always accepted the later part of the definition, as not worth paying.
I don’t have an answer to your comment above.
However, I did want to say *wow* on your Godspot Ichabod! 🙂
It gave me pause, then I had to read it again..and maybe once more even slower as I reflect over the dumb things I have griped over the past few days/weeks.
Thank you.