Sermon (GBE2 53) (and now, Blogophilia 29.7)
““…Or do you have comfort and the love of comfort?” What is Gibran saying here? Isn’t he accusing the people of Orphalese, and in a larger sense, modern society of sloth …” The Rabbi droned on.His eyes heavy, Jerry wasn’t sure why he was here in the first place. The last time he darkened a Temple was for his Bar Mitzvah. His mother forced him to go to class and he would promptly fall asleep. Traditions and rules were a joke on other people and didn’t apply to him. The ruler would tap him on the shoulder and the huge beard with beady eyes would glare down at him. He was shocked that he found his Yarmulke, and it still sort of fit. Hope the congregation is color blind. All he knew was 24 hours ago; he was in the Grady Hospital emergency room watching the docs work on Martha. She had collapsed in his arms while they were walking in park. In the prime of her life, he thought. And now she is in ICU with tubes sticking out this way and that. Clots, they said,...