When we look into the late autumn woods, it’s easy to become fixated on the coming lifelessness of winter. But what if something else is happening?
There is a flow to life. A rhythm. An overarching and unending cadence within which everything that is exists.
Much of our religious traditions, especially in modern American Christianity, are based in theologies about God which are primarily conceptual.
It was so easy to condemn the imperfect and unclean. To protect comfortable traditions, strict legalism, cozy doctrine. Anyone can cling to those things that benefit oneself and exclude those who don’t measure up. Anyone can call others to conform to their self-interest.
It was a common pattern for the rabbis to use. “You have heard it said…but I say to you….” But what he was saying was anything but common.