Loving Through The Pain Imagine the two of them walking up the mountain path, their sandaled feet cut by bristle and thorn. The sun is already hot mid-morning; their calves ache from the effort and their parched throats speak few words. One is old, the other young. The old one is driven by a zealotry […]
Try to imagine the environs: we are seated outside in a semi-circle of wooden benches, between the blending of the light of day and dusk, a campfire roaring in the center.
Let’s talk about… menstruation, blood, sex and reproduction. Yes, this sermon comes with a content warning.
This is not a sermon about geopolitics. This is a sermon about the simplest of things; the most common of denominators, and the hardest of truths. Our humanity.
Now we will take a look at what the future may bring and how we may meet the moment.
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.
There is something both ancient and radical about the synagogue; a place of direct democracy, civic engagement and ongoing learning.
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.
