He took him outside and said, “Look up at the sky and count the stars—if indeed you can count them.” Then he said to him, “So shall your offspring be.”
The beginning of a grand religious narrative filled with interesting characters and promise like prophets who took flight into the dessert, kings who danced in the streets. To imagine, it started with a promise to a starry eyed nomad far away from his homeland.
Leave it to the divine to make the night sky a family tree. Leave it to man to look too much to the future. The divine and babies keep us on our toes while the future evolves out of the present moment.
