When Israel was a child I loved him,
out of Egypt I called my son.
The more I called them,
the farther they went from me…
Yet it was I who taught Ephraim to walk,
who took them in my arms;
I drew them with human cords,
with bands of love;
I fostered them like one
who raises an infant to his cheeks;
Yet, though I stooped to feed my child,
they did not know that I was their healer.…

“…If you wish fully to realize yourselves, beware above all of everything that isolates, that refuses to accept and that divides.  Each along your own line, let your thought and action be ‘universal’…And tomorrow, maybe, you will find that all opposition has disappeared and you can ‘love one another.’…

It has been said that the greatest addiction that we ALL share is our own thinking.  We are addicted to the way in which we as individuals and cultures think.  The way that we think, the manner in which we process information and experiences that, all of this goes by unchallenged and unquestioned.…

How much is enough? This question faces us each day that senseless violence seems to tear away at the dignity and livelihood of our world and existence. Violence does not always come by way of external weapons alone. Indeed, the source of violence comes many times from broken or confused hearts.…

How do you deal with your addictions? Do you recognize that you have any? And if so, do you fret when they appear again and again despite your best intentions and beat yourself up over their domination in your life? I know that my habitual ways of thinking about things and the behavioral pathways that this compulsive thinking takes me down can seem quite dark and lead me to look at myself with less than compassionate eyes.…