Our Hearts Are Faint
Our grief is raw and real and is scattered across disorienting winds of pain.
Our grief is raw and real and is scattered across disorienting winds of pain.
In Europe, we have a political term that I always paid attention to in the news: ‘cordon sanitaire’
The cool, distant glare of history does not always reveal the granular, immediate heat of our anguish.
This Shabbat is also known as Shabbat Shirah, the Sabbath of Song. This name refers to ‘Shirat haYam’, the ‘Song of the Sea’ that Moses and Miriam sang on the shores of the Sea of Reeds that they had redemptively crossed. I hope you’ll please indulge me as I start with this sermon with a […]
For forty days and forty nights, they had been in the bowels of the ark, as the rains pounded down and the waters of the earth spewed forth.
The desert sun rises with a fleeting crispness in the air. The Kohen Gadol readies himself by immersing himself in a clear, cold pool.
Today, I want to talk about a new teacher at whose feet I – quite literally – sit.
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‘How are you?’ It’s a loaded question, isn’t it?