Somewhere over I’m not sure what ocean on a flight from Jerusalem to the United States last night/early this morning a Hasidic Jew named Rabbi Issamar Ginzberg happened to notice a stranger, another passenger on the flight, reading a newspaper called “The Jerusalem Post.” If you look carefully in the photo to the left you’ll see a smudge inside the circle. It’s a picture of the Rabbi next to the column he writes for the Post. The Rabbi is a marketing genius and passionate entrepreneur.

The silhouette is familiar because I’ve seen it a thousand times. I’ve seen it a thousand times because the Rabbi is a friend and a client of mine. I edit his weekly columns to make sure the commas are in the right places and there are no sentence fragments and that sort of thing. Then it goes back to the Rabbi and on to The Jerusalem Post, the world’s top English-language daily newspaper covering Israel, the Middle East and Jerusalem.

The Rabbi posted this photo to his Facebook page and tagged me in it. What delights me so much about this is that Rabbi Issamar is a Hasidic Jew with a genealogy that goes back to King David. We’re both devout followers of our respective faiths (I’m a Christian) who share a passion for G-d, even though we differ on the details we worship the same creator.

We have spent many an hour texting and emailing back and forth about our different faiths and I feel honored to learn what I have about the Jewish faith from him. He teaches with wisdom and humor and I hope I do the same.

But this isn’t a post about religion. It’s about how people. It struck me just how computers and the Internet have shrunk the world. The fact that I can read, edit and send an email to a Rabbi in Jerusalem, where it’s printed and sold the next day to someone who then sits on an airplane flying from Jerusalem to New York. The person is not only reading the column but happens to be reading that page at the same time the Rabbi, who also happens to be on that plane, sees it and snaps a photo. He then posts it to Facebook where, from where I am in Virgina can see and share it. Small world indeed.

I take great delight in these moments because it reminds me that we all inhabit a miraculous world. It also reminds me of Jacqueline Novogratz and her stunning story (and book) about “The Blue Sweater.” Her story is infinitely more astounding, but both stories remind me too of how interconnected we all are.

The whole “Six degrees of Kevin Bacon” theory, which is sort of an offshoot of the Small World and “Six degrees of Separation” theory about the average path length of social media networks in the United States.

If the world is as small as so much research shows, it makes sense to consider the implications of our words and actions on our own lives. Because if the theories hold true, ultimately what we put out into the world does come back to us in some shape, form or fashion.