I wonder if it is possible for us as human beings to bring our shared love and affection to mingle, rather than compete in a zero-sum game. What would it be like for us as diverse religious communities to share the sites that we love so dearly, such as the Haghia Sophia?
Hundreds of girls were stolen and enslaved from their schools on April 15th. 276 remain as captives. The group responsible has to be called what it is: a vile, repulsive, terrorist organization.
Turbulence in flight, and in life, often leaves us nauseous. And yet beyond that turbulence, there is a calm.
There is serenity. Can we access it?
Are we clinging today to metaphors and allegories of our ancestors as they clung to their idols? What are some of the metaphors from scriptures that no longer serve us, no longer bring us closer to God, yet we insist on clinging to them?
By accurately labeling the terrorism associated with 9/11 as “Al-Qaeda terrorism”, we avoid the dangers of legitimizing the terrorist organizations or demonizing an entire religious or ethnic block of humanity.
Call the Kansas City Jewish Community Center attack what it is. This is a hate crime. This is politically motivated, domestic terrorism. If this is not terrorism, then indeed the term terrorism has no meaning.
Whether we are alone in this universe, or whether there are billions of other beings on gazillions of other planets,
we are not alone. We have each other, and one way or another, we gotta learn to live with one another. May it start in Jerusalem.
Why should we rejoice when the President avoids meeting with serious journalists, and instead entertains conversations with comedians? This is a day to mourn the state of what passes as journalism, and to mourn the state of our republic.
Commitment to International Women’s Day is intertwined with struggles against sexism, racism, colonialism, homophobia, classism, able-ism, and Islamophobia. It’s not about your individual preferences and friendships. It is about the institutions, infrastructure, and systems that prevent some of us from achieving the fullness of our human potential.
And here, in this awesomely beautiful and frightening ice storm, there is also beauty: friends reaching out to friends. There is something about storms of life that strip us to our core, literally to our heart. And what a joy to discover that there, in the mist of the storm, people are good and beautiful, that our primal instinct is to connect our lives, to reach out in love and service.