The face of a human being demands something of you, forces you to grapple with its individuality and complexity. It is harder to condemn someone once you've seen their face, harder to look away from the pain in their eyes.
There is a policy myth is that churches and charities alone could take care of the problems of poverty -- especially if we slashed taxes. But this really has more to do with libertarian political ideology than good theology.
Love isn't on the internet's roughly 1500 online dating sites, which despite annual revenues now in the billions, have reduced the mate-selection process to something akin to ordering off a Chinese take-out menu.
People have long believed that bad weather is some kind of vengeful divine retribution, punishment for our earthly misbehavior. Certainly in the face of extreme hardship, this is a tempting response, based, perhaps, on guilt.
I believe that mindfulness laced with consideration for others executed at the smallest scale can actually change the world. Usually we tell people to think bigger, but in this case maybe thinking smaller could be very powerful.
I think about Aidan, Andy and me -- seemingly quintessential New Yorkers, wearing black on black, who became slightly less anonymous to one another for an hour until we, along with Enrique, vanished back into the thin air of New York City.
This four-minute exercise is uncomfortable at first, then excruciatingly difficult, and then something happens. A shift occurs, and for just a minute or two we are completely connected and present with another human being.