“May I pet him?” “Yes. of course,” the man replied. Sally stooped down roughing the little dog behind his ears. “What’s his name?” she asked. “Askhim,” he answered. Sally stopped playing with the dog. “What is his name?” she asked, not sure if she heard correctly.
Category: silent witness
A Quirky Old Man
Dozens of seagulls have enveloped him, their wings fluttering and flapping wildly. Ed stands there tossing shrimp to the hungry birds. As he does, if one were to listen closely could hear him say, “Thank You. Thank You.”
What Do We Convey by What We Don’t Say?
Does my silent witness, my actions convey the same message as my verbal message does? What do we convey by what we don’t say? Would anybody be stirred to wonder about God by watching our actions?