Broken Shells
For many years now, I’ve found my greatest peace and joy walking the beach just at the edge of the waves. At first, looking for shells was my priority, and each shell was special regardless of whether it was perfect. As I accumulated more and more shells, I became more discriminating. What would have been a prized find was tossed back because it was cracked or broken. Now, only the best will do, and so I toss back or just ignore all the dirty, broken, ugly shells without giving them a second thought. Sadly, we often treat people the same way. We see their outward appearance and instantly decide about their “acceptability” or their value. It may not even be a question of whether they are neat and clean. Our evaluation may be focused on what they are wearing or driving or where they live. If t...