Photo Andrew Dunstan on unsplash (An Open Letter to God) Tate in Himl: I can’t take it any more! I have read Your words, and the words of those that were close to You; there are so many instances in Torah, all through Tehillim, the Writings, Your Holy Prophets, where it says that You love those with a broken heart; that those who are battered by life, who have lost (something, anything—their husbands, their wives, their parents, their health, their faith), who have been made less than whole and hale, who are grieved at their sins, their infirmities, their succumbing to the wiles of the yetzer—that those are the ones that are special to You, the ones You lift up the way one hoists a small crying child into the sky until it laughs and is happy again. What I can’t take any more is that in many of those same texts there’s another voice! This other one is ... how shall I put it, not at all like You, not one bit, and I don’t understand how You can be both! I love You as the One who is
Just what it says: a little midrash, a filling in of some of the lacunae Torah leaves in the lives of its characters. The stories lay no claim to being right, but they do explore what is possible. Texts don't sit still long enough to have fixed meanings; too often we assume that Torah is done and finished. It is never finished.