The prophet Isaiah is on my mind and in my heart more and more. His voice rings in Yom Kippur's Haftarah with messages I fear we've forgotten. With messages I believe we must begin to remember, even if they hurt our hearts. Especially because they hurt our hearts so deeply.
Do you ever find yourself getting just a little irritated with people who can be so darned self-righteous? You know the people I mean -- the ones who are so far beyond being right that there's just no room for anyone else to even have a thought on the subject?
To admit our part in emotional and educational and political violence, through our modeling of hatred and righteousness or through our passivity, we would have to begin to turn the notion of perfectionism on its head.