Difficult as it is to admit, there is a bit of a “Judas” in each one of us. At one time or another, we all probably have faced the unpleasant realization that we have betrayed someone or something we held dear.

The next generation, it seems, will be very good at the task of doing many things at once. They are being raised in an environment of multimedia at home and in school. Their socialization is more multicultural than anything we older folks were exposed to in our ethnocentric upbringing.

In his autobiography, music legend Ray Charles wrote of the kind of love Jesus showed us in his description of a woman he called Ma Beck: I wasn’t quite 15 when my mama died. That was the most devastating thing in my whole experience—bar nothing, period.

“What part of illegal don’t you understand?” Joyce was livid. Her son Tony, who lived in the same town, had taken a family of undocumented immigrants into his home.

Our God asks us to love one another. For when we have not loved, we now ask for God’s forgiveness.

For last year’s words belong to last year’s language and next year’s words await another voice.