Hope comes in the most unexpected ways. Today while I mourn the loss of one of my heroes - Maya Angelou - I celebrate the movement towards peace that Pope Francis created in his recent trip. As I spoke with a rabbi colleague today, we both expressed astonishment and gratitude for Francesco I tender embrace of the complexities and the promises of this moment in time. (A good summary can be found here: http://www.huffingtonpost.com/paul-raushenbush/the-pope-in-the-middle-east_b_5392378.html)
There is, of course, much more to say - and LOTS more to pray and work towards. At the same time, I give thanks for small gifts of hope in the midst of so much pain and so many broken hearts.
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