Learning from the Pain of the Narrow Places
April 1st, 2024: the day my mind rebelled against my body stubbornly insisting that I was fine, when, in fact, I was an April Fool.
April 1st, 2024: the day my mind rebelled against my body stubbornly insisting that I was fine, when, in fact, I was an April Fool.
Interestingly, you almost never see someone reciting the prayer for healing on their own behalf.
But I am not interested in forgiveness right now. Forgiveness centers those who harm.
But it reminded me that real relationship happens where there is room to learn and that the process is not linear.
Despite everything in me that did not want to be a father, this small boy is the greatest teacher I have ever met.
Allyship cannot simply be spontaneous moral expression; it has to include disciplined restraint in service of someone else’s struggle.
The guilt over having abandoned Mom in a memory care facility is unbearable.
The number of mornings that I wake up, look at my sweet Zusha, and feel that I am betraying him by raising him as a Jew keeps growing: Have I condemned him to a life of trauma because he is Jewish?
In a time of deep unrest, in a time when the problems are so big I don’t feel I can do anything, we can do this.
Our greatest spiritual innovations ahead may just come from the moments of our deepest pain.