Looking for a home is not a crime. Looking for the ultimate answer almost is. Looking for one box to crowd all of my things in is something I am learning I cannot do. Talking to friend yesterday about the holidays, I learned a valuable lesson. Haley asked a friend, Do you celebrate Christmas or Chanakuh and the girl, born of a mixed marriage said, serenely, "Yes." My life is equally mixed. Hardly a Jew for Jesus or anything like that, I find it impossible to not be melted by the heat of Christmas. Though I don't wish to live like a Christian most of the year or sympathize with much of the religion of my childhood, at time of the year I am put in touch with how much I adore the Child at the Manger. If there is a Messiah, he is a Christ, and this is the only one I know of. In the space where small minds do not attempt to put together things they cannot understand, in the space where the soul learns to accept, is religion. Religion is the response to the waking world.




In the ancient world religion was personal and people knew how to create it, the worst thing about the west and monotheism is the triumph of corporate faith, religion from a box, where someone gives a set of stories and assumptions and says "this is religion. This is what you must accept. Do not deviate" It creates division where division never was and makes the soul dull.