If we are ever to embrace Buddhism properly into the West, we need to be clear about emptiness, since a wrong understanding of its meaning can be confusing, even harmful.
Everyone has only one guardian angel and this angel is with them from before their birth until after they die. This angel never ever leaves them, not even for one moment.
We've now gone through a few years of economic hardships, and we are making it through. Yes, times are hard for most of us; harder than we've ever known or experienced. It's true it is not over, but there is hope and we're going to be all right. Trust me. Trust God.
Might Lent be reimagined as a season of joy? Yes, but only if we rethink "sin" and "repentance."
We need religion that encourages personal questioning and critical thinking. We need less doctrine and more humble acknowledgement of mystery. We need more of what the early Hasidic rabbis of Eastern Europe called mochin d'gadlut -- an open, expansive mind.
Siddhartha's choice led to his Enlightenment, to Buddhahood. When you face your choice, how will you answer? Which path will you choose?
The forfeiture of Psalm 23 and the Bible's other classic passages represents a tragic loss of grasslands. When we plow up green meadows, we squander spiritual nourishment. Relinquishing still waters brings moral drought.
Our ancestors worked hard to endow ritual moments in the sanctuary with such power, majesty and holiness that God's presence became palpable. This should be our objective also. We too should work hard at it.
My own sense of being Christian has certainly been challenged and deepened time and time again by my encounters with and within Judaism. But some days, I yearn for the simplicity -- even if it is a fantasy -- of our family, all five of us, resting in the same tradition.
I assume that there are thousands of women like me out there. Women who woke up one day and found themselves in the middle of their worst nightmare. And who decided not to sit inside that nightmare. Women who are moving wearily but boldly back toward the light.
The waste and agony of dying are all around us. Death has come to mean an impersonal body count. Horror stories fill TV screens and usurp press headlines. How can we simply go on as if this kind of tragedy were absent?
If only we could learn to see ourselves in the way our guardian angel sees us, our lives would be so much easier. We would love ourselves more and would look on others with more compassion, seeing their strengths rather than their weaknesses.
When I contemplate a 45-meter-wide boulder hurtling to earth at 17,500 miles-per-hour, I am terrified and humbled. When I hear it will come right in line with the orbits of some GPS satellites and then miss us -- yes, I'm relieved. But I'm also further humbled and awe-struck that life as we know it is so precious and tenuous.
Mr. Bocelli, I thank you for your insight, your words, your song, and the way you were able to see an America deeply divided, yet able to come to an event and be people of all sides willing to lay down our ideological weapons even for a moment, and be human.
As Woody Allen once said of life, "90 percent is just showing up." Prayer can be as extensive as a week's retreat or as brief as a pause to ask "Where did I see the face of God today?" But we have to show up.
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