“It comes down to human solidarity. Another name for solidarity is love.”
Overall, though, it was a moving book that certainly had me reflecting on the fragility of my own journey, and the many ways it could have continued down a very different path that where I find myself today. Hopefully such a book would open us up to our shared humanity and make us less likely to use one dimensional categories like “thugs,” and “those people” to define other people. We would all be more compassionate if we identified more deeply with those whose journeys have taken hard and painful turns.
In John's prologue, the incarnate Word is the God of creative address.
We wish something would prove beyond doubt that Someone obliged us large-brained, bipedal primates with a breath of consciousness.
As a child, I liked to survey strangers about what it means to be human. Brandon Stanton has created a fully realized version of what I was doing.
A friend recently announced that he had given up hope for the human race. There are days when I find myself thinking about this a lot.