I wonder if the people who write letters to God addressed to Israel are trying to find a way to reach across the great expanse of silence and darkness for a glimpse of God, like Moses on Sinai. Maybe a letter tucked into a crack in an ancient wall is not an act of despair but an act of faith.
At home in a foreign land
Last Sunday I taught a class at St. Paul’s Episcopal Church in Winston-Salem, N.C., the second of a two-part conversation entitled, “Retelling the Jesus Story in a Post-Modern, Pluralistic, Post-Protestant-Privileged World: Who’s Listening?”The topic, sent in weeks earlier, was of…