Yeah, that’s  a hint of Mother Teresa’s habit in the background (mixed with a supposed Virgin Mary glass image on a Clearwater commercial building) observing the world passing her by–by the world’s standards. After I view the nightly news and witness the daily atrocities throughout the world, I’m always reminded of how fortunate to have been born in the USA. As a Christian, I’m obligated to think not only about my sins of comission, but omission also. I sometimes ask myself what am I doing that is even remotely akin to the work of Mother Teresa, and I can’t fathom an appropriate answer. Yet, I seek a servant walk, but unfortunately, succumb easily to a worldly one instead. Shame on me.