i have the privilege of reading aloud the parsha on yaakov tricking his brother and rivka scheming to have her favorite son inherit more than the other.
in the midst of the thickening plot i watch the entrenched tendency to judge kick into default. come on, yaakov, you don't have enough blessings to go around your children?
no sooner than i am aware of it than i receive the message from within. poverty consciousness, you have that too.
Indeed. i do. i am not enough. i don't have enough. i am not good enough. and they disguise themselves in infinite ways, subtle ways, clever ways.
so, who am i to judge? just sit back, watch and learn from the motherlode of all soap operas.