What Holy Book Do You Read?
Rather than judging someone by their appearance, it is much more rewarding to find my reflection in others. From my car window in downtown Los Angeles I saw this unidentified man strolling down the morning street before the city started to bustle. His blanket contrasted beautifully with the grayness of the old buildings.
I wondered what was on his mind and if he was content with his life. It was easy for me to understand that if I lived this man’s life this might be me! I also wondered what holy book, if any, might I read.