I somehow had to go along with this Santa myth to protect the practices and beliefs of other families while de-prioritizing the beliefs my husband and I were endeavoring to instill in our own. How is that fair?
I had two different screen names -- one for the regular rooms, and one for the gay chat rooms. Even with the anonymity of a screen name, I didn't want my straight "cyberfriends" to see me in gay rooms.
Everyone seemed to make eye contact and smile in passing. More doors seemed to be held, more patience behind the wheel, more assistance offered for a multitude of little things. Everyone seemed enlarged, elevated, more filled with love than fear. I will call this the Mandela Effect.
For those who are dealing with acute grief, remember that they are probably living in a fog: nothing seems real because of the shock that grief causes. The holidays are probably the last thing on their mind, and if they are, there can be a sense of panic over what to do next.
Unfortunately, the word of God is lost in the language of cultural interpretations, which fails to understand the Islamic perspective in realizing that discrimination and bias are counterproductive to equity and justice.
Just when I thought that society had gotten over the bizarre charge that Jews were collectively responsible for the death of Jesus, an equally bizarre missive has come along to challenge my complacency.
We are in the midst of the season of light. Regardless of our faith, we are dazzled by the display. What is the take away from the glow? When January arrives and the the lights dim and disappear, what will we remember?
Whether or not you choose to pray before meals, or faith is central to your life, or you believe in God, I encourage you to take the time to pause, even for just a moment, to recognize the good fortune that you do have in this world.
Law school? Don't like to read that much. Business school? Not very good with numbers. I kept coming back to the idea of seminary. I knew that I needed to find a way to sustain my commitment to the service and justice work I had done all of my life.
I wonder if it's possible to consider this question apart from the existence of an intelligent designer. Even without such a designer, can the universe have a purpose? And for those of us who do not believe in a designer, does this universe have a purpose?