As we weave through the streets of Budapest, the menorah catches my eye – a beautiful green that has been re-figured into a door. The breath fights to escape the prison of my throat for the symbolism there. Ancient reminders of a 20th century truth – we are the doorway for the next generation, we are the light though our wicks burn for only a minute in this pause before eternity. It is our responsibility to seek peace, to live holy, to be God’s people no matter the cost. Be the doorway for someone today.
teanna sunberg 