In the end I believe the essential spirit that animates those places animates me. If that spirit is God, then I found God...If that spirit is life, then I found life...If that spirit is awe, then I found awe. Part of me suspects it's all three...all I had to do to discover that spirit and the resulting feeling of humility and appreciation was not to look or listen or taste or feel. All I had to do was remember, for what I was looking for I somehow already knew.
Bruce FeilerTag: inspirational history travel
...I had always believed that I left a bit of me wherever I went. I also believed that I took a bit of every place with me. I never felt that more than with this trip. It was as if the act of touching these places, walking these roads,and asking these questions had added another column to my being. And the only possible explanation I could find for that feeling was that a spirit existed in many of the places I visited, and a spirit existed in me and the two had somehow met in the course of my travels. It's as if the godliness of the land and the godliness of my being had fused.
Bruce FeilerTag: inspirational history travel
But humans disappoint. Adam, in tasting the fruit, indicates that he prefers Eve to God, so God banishes them.
There is profundity to explore, but also laundry to do.
Bruce FeilerNo one aspires to be the person who handles this kind of situation well. And we don't always handle it well.
Bruce FeilerThe higher the joy is not the light, it's the reflection. The greater pleasure is not climbing up; it's handing down
Bruce FeilerAnybody can dream an impossible dream. But only a few find a dream that's possible.
Bruce FeilerIf you always read books, you'll always be happy.
Bruce FeilerMay your first word be adventure and last word love.
Bruce FeilerAt Abraham's burial, his two most prominent sons, rivals since before they were born, estranged since childhood, scions of rival nations, come together for the first time since they were rent apart nearly three-quarters of a century earlier. The text reports their union nearly without comment. "His sons Isaac and Ishmael buried him in the cave of Machpelah, in the field of Ephron son of Zohar the Hittite, facing Mamre, in the field that Abraham had bought from the Hittites."
But the meaning of this moment cannot be diminished. Abraham achieves in death what he could never achieve in life: a moment of reconciliation between his two sons, a peaceful, communal, side-by-side flicker of possibility in which they are not rivals, scions, warriors, adversaries, children, Jews, Christians, or Muslims. They are brothers. They are mourners.
In a sense they are us, forever weeping for the loss of our common father, shuffling through our bitter memories, reclaiming our childlike expectations, laughing, sobbing, furious and full of dreams, wondering about our orphaned future, and demanding the answers we all crave to hear: What did you want from me, Father? What did you leave me with, Father?
And what do I do now?
Tag: religion faith bible grief interfaith
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