Purim is a holiday that comes to us in the peculiar book of Esther, a historical novella found in the Hebrew Bible. This story comes to us from the a post-prophetic period, when the voices of the prophets are silent, and the Israelites are scattered in the diaspora. It’s a story that never once mentions God’s name, one where we never see any direct interaction between God and humans. Perhaps it’s because he is there in the background, as the Narrator of the whole story (and every story)? Maybe as a quiet supporting character? Or maybe as a distant and apathetic spectator? Life goes on, people have choices, and individuals have the opportunity to effect change.
Here are a few thoughts running through my mind as I prepare to celebrate this holiday.