“Forgive me, Lord, if ever I should wrap myselfin pharisiac robes when I see another fallIn no way am I greaterbecause of another’s weakness.At the most it only turns the eyesof the crowd away from my own frailty.Few of us would ever think of hurting someonephysicallybut too many times we have used the powerof "talk" to kill.Here, Lord, take these stones I hold.”