This year, on the last night of the holiday, as the candles in our menorah flickered out with puffs of smoke, I thought of the meaning of Hanukkah. We celebrate a long ago victory in a fight for religious freedom.
In my last post, I made the point that the Founders’ purpose in providing for free exercise of religion and prohibiting religious establishments was not so much about building a wall of separation as it was about freedom.
I enjoy the lights, the decorations, the carolers, the smell of Christmas trees everywhere and most of all I love that people, for even a couple of weeks, try to be just a little bit nicer to each other.
By the time I was 13 years old, if someone asked me what I wanted to be or do when I grew up, I would’ve told them: “I want to change the world. I don’t know how yet, I just know that is what I want to do. I want to help people and I want to help this planet.”
For the record, I’ve been a Scientologist for over thirty years, and so far no one in the church has ever inquired about my belief in aliens or insisted—or even recommended—that I “believe.”
I’ve been in Scientology since 1975. For 32 of those years I worked in a Church of Scientology as a staff member. For 19 of those 32 years, I was the Executive Director of the Church of Scientology in Denver. So, I pretty much have seen whatever there is to see in a Church of Scientology.
Libel means false accusation. For centuries, a particularly vicious libel has been leveled at Jews: that they sacrificed Christian children and used their blood for religious rituals. That is why it is called a “blood libel.”