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.
Were we living in the darkness of thinking our nation and our God were the same thing?
What the Teacher was saying seemed to sound less like religion and more like relationship.
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.
All eyes were on the Teacher. It began to feel like we were all breathing as one. Like we had a single shared heartbeat as we focused on his face, waiting for him to speak.