Michael Henderson did a thousand weekly radio talks on American radio stations when he and Erica lived in Oregon for 21 years. He is posting from time to time a selection of them on this website as they may still be of contemporary interest and some tell stories related to Initiatives of Change's history and people.

Thursday, 24 March, 1988

A friend of mine, Alyce Cornyn-Selby, an elegant lady with a whimsical frame of mind, has written a delightful book based on the premise that all of us have been doled out a certain quota of words in life and woe betide us if we exceed the limit. The book is called ‘The Man Who Ran Out of Words’ and is about a precocious young child who learned to talk at an early age, and talked and talked and talked his way through school until when it became time for his first job interview he opened his mouth and nothing came out.

Thursday, 10 March, 1988

A Muslim leader who worked for peace between Muslims, Christians and Jews

Thursday, 11 February, 1988

What happened when an Australian labour leader listened to the still small voice

Thursday, 04 February, 1988

An African-American Christian says that bridgebuilders must be prepared to be walked on.

Thursday, 10 September, 1987

This summer I met Horacio, a young Argentinian conscript who fought in the Falklands/Malvinas war. He had an extraordinary brush with fate, being left for dead on the battlefield. A sergeant came by checking names and putting bodies in bags. As Horacio was being examined his eyes blinked – and the sergeant took him to a medical crew.

Thursday, 06 August, 1987

What could be more English than a nanny. When my wife was on the Isle of Wight last year she watched sailing boats taking rookies out for a lesson. Accompanying them was a little boat to watch over their progress and safety. It was called appropriately, the nanny boat.

Thursday, 23 July, 1987

Friendship is a great blessing in life. Some people have few friends, some many. And, as Aristotle wrote, ‘Without friends no one would choose to live, though he had all other goods.’

Thursday, 19 March, 1987

A scant mile from the devastated ‘green line’, the road to Damascus which separates the Muslim and Christian communities in Beirut and where from time to time we see on TV young men shooting at each other from amidst the rubble, is where my friend Fuad lives. I call him Fuad for the sake of this talk; to reveal his real name would be dangerous.

Thursday, 12 February, 1987

When an Indian friend of mine came here as a young rather overawed immigrant many years ago, he was asked at his port of entry by the immigration office, ‘Do you know anybody in this country?’ Not knowing the difference between know and know of, he blurted out triumphantly, ‘I know two people, George Washington and Abraham Lincoln.’

Wednesday, 07 January, 1987

I first met Alice Wedega 35 years ago when she was representing her country at a conference in Ceylon. Nearly twenty years later we were her guests in her beautiful country, Papua New Guinea. Alice was the first woman member of the Legislative Council and the first woman in her country to be decorated by the Queen of England.

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