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My mother was a first-rate egalitarian. Among mortals, I doubt there was anyone who struck her as deserving extra honor because of their position, wealth or fame. If she had something that needed to be said, she’d have said it as soon–and as plainly–to a king, a president, or a pope as she’d have said it to a child.
I used to say that my mother taught me that “there are no giants.”
Here’s what I am slowly learning… it’s not that there are no giants; it’s that THEY’RE ALL GIANTS.
I once carried luggage for a world-famous theologian. Yesterday, I carried luggage for a homeless man. I could swear… Heaven was smiling just as broadly both times.
— Brad Hepp, January 21, 2023
