Today. Holy,
passion, branches, ass’s colt.
“O, Jerusalem, Jerusalem…!” Deliberate,
determinate, love.
And tears.
Individuals know pieces of truth. Moments arrive that reveal what I know I know I know. A sense of reality. And yet nothing can be true without four little words: I could be wrong.
Science is a study of static things. This, on the other hand, is narrative.
If living is more than physical, science as we know it can’t speak to everything. But methods like science can provide a basis for idea-testing with respect to a moral understanding.
At least, I’ve been trying on that idea for a while. And making decisions that could be right, could be wrong, in light of it.
I’m currently reading Karen Armstrong’s History of God.
… so much to learn, to wonder
Happy Easter, Deanna. :)
May wonder and happiness be yours, Deb and Jodi. Thanks.