I was at the Gilroy Garlic Festival the day of the mass shooting last July. Had I stayed an hour later than I did, I might have been a victim.
In writing the sermon, I attempted to identify my beliefs about reward and punishment; God writing us into a Book of Life; the existence of evil in the world; the god awful proliferation of mass shootings in America; the impact of the attack in Pittsburgh at the Tree of Life synagogue; and despite all this, finding hope.
The other day, I had occasion to revisit this sermon. Only this time I read it through the prism of the pandemic we are all living through. Over 100,000 American lives lost. More than 5.5 million people infected worldwide. And no certainties about what lies ahead.
The sermon gave me perspective and hope during this turbulent time.