New machzor tries for accessibility and inspiration
This Rosh Hashanah, worshipers in Conservative congregations across North America will find themselves using a new machzor.
This Rosh Hashanah, worshipers in Conservative congregations across North America will find themselves using a new machzor.
My shoes slip off, my feet sink into soft sand and then approach the sea, where they submerge and are washed. But even freshly emerged from water, they remind me that just because you’ve washed something doesn’t mean it’s truly clean.
As a congregational rabbi, I dreaded High Holy Day services. The regular attendees who join in the singing, know their way around a service and like to pray, are suddenly a minority. Why do “once-a-year Jews” find their way to Rosh Hashanah services? My guess is a sense of loyalty to the Jewish people, which I admire and applaud. But I doubt that they are there because of the prayers; they are there despite them.
Hamas said it would strike the Palestinian Authority if the PA does not stop arresting its West Bank followers.
At Yeshivas Ohev Shalom, an all-boys Orthodox high school on Fairfax Avenue, students receive something more than an experimental general studies education — and something less than the universally accepted form of classroom learning.
Anna Olswanger is 56 and childless, but she doesn’t want to sit around being sad about it. A few weeks ago, Olswanger, a New York-based literary agent and children’s book author, started yerusha.com, a Web site with resources, forums and support for Jews who don’t have children.
Vista Del Mar Child and Family Services recently broke ground for a new education center on the campus of its special-education Vista School.
In the early 1960s, when Jewish delis, kosher butchers and bakeries lined the Venice boardwalk, Temple Mishkon Tephilo was Aliza Wine’s neighborhood social hub.
One of the talents of our sages was their ability to simultaneously hold the text of the entire Torah in their minds. When they saw an unusual word or phrase in one week’s parasha, other appearances of that word or phrase, from elsewhere in the Torah, popped into their minds instantly. And the resultant swirl of contexts and usages ignited the great creative interpretive endeavor.
When the planes flew into the World Trade Center in New York on Sept. 11, 2001, I was living in Seattle, on the other side of America. My brother and his wife were visiting me. We did not leave the house for two days because we were worried that Americans angry at Muslims would attack my sister-in-law, who wore a hijab.