Prose

The Critic Within

It is not the critic who counts,
nor the man who points out how the strong man stumbles,
or where the doer of deeds could have done better.
The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena;
whose face is marred by dust and sweat; who strives valiantly;
who errs and may fail again,
because there is no effort without error or shortcoming,
but who does actually strive to do the deeds;
who does know the great enthusiasm, the great devotion;
who spends himself in a worthy cause;
who at the best,
knows in the end the triumph of high achievement,
and who at the worst,
if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly,
so that his place shall never be
with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat.
Teddy Roosevelt – April 23,1910

A Boy is Truth with Dirt on his Face

At Rainbow Bible Ranch...
Boys are found everywhere---on top of, underneath, inside of, climbing on, swinging from, running around or jumping to. Mothers love them, little girls hate them, older sisters and brothers tolerate them, adults ignore them and Heaven protects them. A boy is Truth with dirt on its face, Beauty with a cut on its finger, Wisdom with bubble gum in its hair and the Hope of the future with a frog in its pocket. --Alan Beck