For Friday, February 1, 2019:
The wise Rabbi Bunam once said in old age, when he had already grown blind: ‘I should not like to change places with our father Abraham! What good would it do God if Abraham became like blind Bunam, and blind Bunam became like Abraham? Rather than have this happen, I think I shall try to become a little more myself.’
Martin Buber, THE WAY OF MAN ACCORDING TO THE TEACHING OF HASIDISM
For Wednesday, March 30, 2016:
“The atheist staring from his attic window is often nearer to God than the believer caught up in his own false image of God.”
Though not an atheist, I spend more time staring out windows now than I do with my prayer book and Bible. That’s not to say I don’t use them on occasion, because I do. I just see more of God around me than in the words I’ve known, loved, and still love from the time I was a little girl. Because I’m looking out of the windows, I also see – and this is important, I think – where God appears to be absent.
I believe God is everywhere, whether we see or feel her or not. At the same time, though, there are times and instances where some who claim to be believers don’t live or act or speak as if they are. This is not the place to get overly theological or political, or go too far with social commentary – readers are welcome to comment below, however! – but I am thinking of the state of the world today when I say that. I don’t speak in judgment, I hope, but, rather, as evaluation. There is so much that needs fixing in our world, and I believe that sometimes the better ‘fixers’ are those who do so with clearer eyes than those who see and act only through their false images, whatever form they may take. We can thank those false images for the Crusades, the Inquisition, for genocides past and present, the slow destruction of the environment, and so much more.
So what does all this have to do with writing? It’s a matter of perspective, I think. We can so clutter up our minds and our minds’ eyes that we lose sight of what’s in front of us. There are so many things, so many images, that threaten to crowd out or hide the little things, the quiet ones. That’s going to affect our writing.
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