Deeds Speak

I was in Penetanguishene, a Canadian city an hour’s drive north of Toronto. It is a lovely town of ten thousand souls on the shores of the Georgian Bay. A city police car was parked at a downtown curb. Painted in bold letters on the front fender: “Deeds Speak.” Years later, the words remain with me, their evenness and equanimity favoring neither the police officer nor the citizen. We are all held to account. Our deeds speak to the world ~ and to God ~ of who we are and what we are about. “When deeds speak, words are nothing.” ~African Proverb

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