Sermon Series on the Synagogue: Sermon Two of Three
Quite a number of years ago, when I was a much newer rabbi and still living in the United Kingdom, I befriended a local pastor.
Quite a number of years ago, when I was a much newer rabbi and still living in the United Kingdom, I befriended a local pastor.
Perhaps you left Egypt with a sense of excitement and confidence, hopeful for what the future brings. Or perhaps you left Egypt with understandable trepidation about the great unknown.
The story-telling element in our Jewish culture is so compelling, worlds of the heart bound in words, each story a gem in a jewel box.
Here we find ourselves; adrift on churning seas.
Did you know that all the world’s citrus fruits are hybridizations of three original species?
I sat across from the rabbi across the table; he was in his mid-sixties or so, with thick-rimmed glasses and a short, scratchy beard.
I sat nervously in his office, among his many books, facing his cluttered, working desk.
I invite you to cast back your mind to your first conscious memory of being in synagogue.
In June, I attended a rabbinic conference – my first one in four years!
Are we willing to be vulnerable? To crack ourselves open a little? Are we prepared to challenge ourselves and grow? To be discomfited for the sake of insight; to be pushed for the sake of change?