David Brooks of the New York Times has been a must-read for me, even in earlier days when he ever so infrequently penned an inane column. Over the last year, Brooks has elevated and expanded what was already his great gift. As so many in the media are mired in the insignificant, the profane, the mindless gotcha, Mr. Brooks has increasingly examined ethics, faith, love and what it means to be human. He is still engaged, well versed and insightful in his writing on politics. But you sense he has moved on from this as a primary focus.
I write about Brooks because of a column written today by one of his peers, Michael Gerson. Gerson’s words, in essence, were of his faith. But religious or not, his perspective is spot on and would be a good antidote for all the energy expended on the material, the self important, the quest for that which can never truly be fulfilling. Gerson asks us to do something increasingly rare: contemplate. His words resonate whether you’re a believer or an atheist or somewhere in between.