The Man Behind a Quiet Revolution
By the end of his first year at HUC in Cincinnati, Rabbi Richard Levy was well on his way to keeping kosher, to wearing a kippah full-time and to observing a traditional Shabbat.
By the end of his first year at HUC in Cincinnati, Rabbi Richard Levy was well on his way to keeping kosher, to wearing a kippah full-time and to observing a traditional Shabbat.
Shoshana, a preschool teacher at the North Valley JCC, looked down a hallway into the barrel of Buford Furrow\’s submachine gun.
The sound of a guitar playing and children singing drifts out past the hotel pool. \”Kadosh, Kadosh, Kadosh,\” they sing, \”Holy, holy, holy unto me.\”
With its recent purchase of an office building near the corner of Pico Boulevard and Doheny Drive, Chabad has established a two-block stretch of facilities — which the outreach group plans to call \”Rebbe Square\” — in the heart of one of Los Angeles\’ prime Jewish neighborhoods.
Every Shabbat and holiday for the last 16 years, Sha\’arei Am: The Santa Monica Synagogue has chanted the 3,000-year-old words from a Torah scroll salvaged from Susice.
The Academy for Jewish Religion, a transdenominational rabbinical seminary, will open its doors in Los Angeles this fall, giving formal expression to a longtime trend toward a more personalized, spiritually oriented, pluralistic Judaism, academy founders say.
Los Angeles\’ Reform rabbis returned to their pulpits from last week\’s Central Conference of American Rabbis convention in Pittsburgh, some of them delighted with the Statement of Principles, some of them disappointed, but all of them primed to revisit the definition of their ever-reforming movement.
A pair of students — a traditional chavruta study partnership — grapple with a tricky piece of Gemara.
Even for an international film producer and inveterate traveler, Arthur Cohn has covered a lot of territory recently.
There was a time when all you had to do for Yom Ha\’atzmaut was play a Naomi Shemer song and plunk a couple falafel balls into a pita, and Jews would swarm into a hora, waving their plastic flags, tears in their eyes and lumps in their throats.