A word is worth a thousand pictures.

If you read Exodus 15 carefully, it describes a storm at sea. This is the old Yahwistic source. In the retelling of the story in the later Priestly source, it is more miraculous: The water stands up on either side like a wall. There are walls of water standing up. As you move back in time, oddly enough, the story becomes more historical.

There are real people behind the [Bible] stories.

Drawn to childhood, the old man will seek it in a thousand different ways.

If life is not a celebration, why remember it ? If life --- mine or that of my fellow man --- is not an offering to the other, what are we doing on this earth?

To remain silent and indifferent is the greatest sin of all.

I do not believe in collective guilt.