I was blogging yesterday about moments when I realize that I did not grow up in America even though I dearly love it. The topic of discussion in my Sunday School class was World War II. The other topic that came up for mention was the Holocaust and the many millions of Jews who died in the concentration camps. I don't want to appear to be downplaying that appalling piece of history but I wish that we would also remember the many non-Jews who went to those same camps. They seem to have been forgotten. And, I wish that when we point out the mote in the other person's eye that we would also remember our own specks – the holocaust that took place in this country of native Americans and the displacement of millions of Africans to slave in our cotton fields. In my book, criticism of others would come better along with a little humility on our own part.