The policeman stood and faced his God, which must have always come to pass. He hoped his shoes were shining just as brightly as his brass. "Step forward now, policeman. How shall I deal with you? Have you always turned the other cheek? To my church have you been true?" The policeman squared his shoulders and said, "No, Lord, I guess I ain't, Because those of us who carry badges can't always be a saint." "I've had to work most Sundays, and at times my talk was rough, and sometimes I've been violent