Sometimes, we have to look through the weirdest circumstances to encounter God. This is a story of one of those times.
These words and thoughts and thoughts and words have meaning have power have danger have hope.
Whatever the underlying causes, and whatever the ultimate solutions may be for our escalating culture of violence, at some point America has to deal with its underlying anger problem.
In some ways this will be a back-to-the-future kind of move, writing about those places where I find the extraordinary hidden in the ordinary, and moments of sacredness growing out of common experiences.
The long and glorious history of our faith is full of days like these where people of good conscious disagree on how we interpret our holy writings and traditions. Happily, none of those days have destroyed us. May today be no different.
The more I try to love people I don’t like, the more I find out that it’s not just hard. It’s actually costly. It requires something of me, something sacrificial.
It was as if their leaders, the ones who claimed God’s truth, who called them to follow God’s law, who confidently declared who was “in” and who was “out,” didn’t really know God at all.
Condemnation blinds. Only love can see.
Remember how you thought you weren’t blessed? Why should your enemies be any less blessed?
The sin, says Jesus, is more than our behavior. It is a heart that refuses to honor the humanity of others.
What if fulfilling Torah is not about being right, but about being light?