Sermon Honoring Peter Rubenstein
It is my honor and privilege to give a rather special sermon today which I wrote for a very special person.
It is my honor and privilege to give a rather special sermon today which I wrote for a very special person.
Sgt. Declan Coady was only 20 years old, and a local boy from Des Moines.
The Kotel haMa’aravi, the Western Wall, glowed softly in the subdued morning light.
I am so privileged to serve as the rabbi of such an incredible, dynamic, creative, warm, big-hearted, tenacious and quirky (in the best possible way) community.
Grant us the courage to see things clearly as they are and as they should be.
Only a few generations prior, things seemed stable and peaceful.
For the last eight years since I’ve been a Midwestern rabbi, I’ve stood by the premise that ‘the periphery is the cutting-edge.’
In Jewish mysticism, there exists the concept of ‘Adam Kadmon’, the Primordial Adam.
The eighth day, with its solemnity and final prayers for rain and repentance, lead into the joy of Simchat Torah.
It is important to note that there is a distinction between grieving a person and grieving a reality.