Today, I read a meditation on Merton.
A professor acquaintance from the
Philosophy/religion department of
A mid-south university where I was
A campus minister asked if I would
Write a review of his new book on
Thomas Merton for a publication of
My denomination. That was 1972,
Forty-five years ago. With all good
Intentions, but in fear and trepidation,
I accepted the book as a quid pro
quo. I couldn’t do it; I got cold feet;
I wasn’t up to the challenge, but I
Couldn’t admit it and return the book.
Now, whenever I read about Merton,
I think of that quid pro quo and still
Go, “Oh, no.” A wish: where was the
Ubiquitous Nike ad forty-five years ago?
“Just Do It” with a swish.