Words are what I do. As a preacher, as a writer and as an occasional broadcaster, they are my currency. Once in a while, though, they seem to dry up. There are times when the attempt to articulate ends up obfuscating. There are occasions when a quest for clarity results in clumsiness. As a peddlar of words I take my hat off today to cartoonist Bruce MacKinnon, of the Halifax Chronicle Herald for his cartoon the day after the Ottawa shooting.
I need say no more: