I was thinking tonight about how powerful a good memory – a memory of being loved, supported, and feeling right in the middle of God’s will – can be.

It’s a little thing, but every time I enjoy a particular kind of seasoned cracker, as I did tonight, that tastes just like the kind my family bought when I was little, I feel so at home and embraced like a little kid all over again. Like the pulla I’ve written about before, it’s like entering a time machine to somewhere almost timeless.

Growing up, and particularly while my mom was studying to be an English teacher, it was drilled home to me with rather heavy emphasis how important it is never to use the word “human” as a noun. Human is an adjective, and I’ve thought of this often with regard to terms like human being, human nature, and, even, human resources.

Of course, a human being is not a perfect or a finished product. But to the degree that a person lives out from a sense of connectedness to God, we’re told the Kingdom of Heaven can literally be found within. And it’s essential, I believe to get and remain connected to relationships and structures that support this kind of centering – but never ones that would undermine human rights for purposes of perpetuating false appearances. In the Bible, I find it remarkable we’re told that whereas the spirit gives life, the so-called letter kills. Sometimes I feel it could be noted that the brand goes ahead and consumes.

In any case, I do believe this distinction is key to making the case for disentangling stock market and journalism sectors, the need for discerning the difference between systems that would provide resources to human beings and those that would try to turn human beings into resources being so important.

Still, perhaps the good news is that, sometimes, it just takes the littlest reminder to kick-start this process within every individual.