Like Herod, we often protect our way of life, our sense of security. We might not use physical violence, but we often find fault with those who are poor, unhoused, suffer from addiction or mental illness. We look away when we happened upon them. We try to convince ourselves that they are not like us. Can we go another way? See the “other” differently, walk by places where they are, greet them, look at them? Here in Sacrsmento about 350,000 are without power. Our privileged way of life blown away with the wind.
