Our role in this world is to reinforce the power of faith, my mother would say. Faith in what? I asked. It’s our magic, not God’s. My mother had jerked me by the wrist. It wasn’t painful, but I still remembered the fear that had unfurled inside me as I met her severe gaze. When my mother was angry with me, she became a different person, a monster. You are Elohai, she had said between her teeth. The blood of God is in your veins. It is God’s magic. It has always been God’s magic. Never forget.
