(Continued from yesterday.)
I’m not ready to leap from my son to your son, God.
But am I ready to relax my grip on any other parts of the self that define me?
You have not withheld, have not withheld, withheld . . .
You say Greater Israel, Judea, Samaria, and as you speak, even while you are still speaking, before your last sentence is finished, I’m composing, revising, rehearsing my response to you while my chest tightens, my muscles constrict, my breath speeds up. Am I still listening?
Do I have the strength if not courage, courage if not wisdom to wait, wait for my scripted response (demographics, human rights, competing narratives), playing internally, to run all the way to its emphatic conclusion—marked by an irrefutable exclamation point!—before I respond to you? [Read more...]