The ancient rabbis taught that the city of God hovers mere inches above the earthly city. The work of faithful people is never to lose sight of the justice, the hope, the fullness of life that can be. We pray. We seek out and stand with the lost, the least, the left out. We ask forgiveness. We soothe the suffering. We pity the afflicted. We hold the hands of the dying. We gather together with those who mourn. We shield the joyous. We build up, inch by inch, until our streets are just a little closer.
Love your enemies. You certainly don’t have to agree with them. You don’t have to vote with them. You don’t even have to like them. In the end, love enlarges your soul, hate diminishes. Loving more makes you more loving. Hating more just makes you more hateful.
What happens if we take Jesus at his word: “Blessed are the poor?” If we don’t subconsciously add “in spirit?”