We need to return to the Jewish definition of progress as “whatever advances the redemption of humankind and the world.”
On Tu B’Av maidens dressed in white
borrowed robes with flowers in their hair,
dance in the fields under vines until night.
Jerusalem, no more do you cast your light.
No more a pinnacle of joy in men’s eyes,
Your days are drowned with night.
Apparently someone thought that it would be easier for a parent to remember their smartphone than to remember not to leave their child to die in a locked car.
Vagaries, myriad evasive talks, tired animosities. Betrayers linger, forget
The goral contains concealed, hidden wisdom, and it’s knowledge that is coming from a higher, more lofty place than we can grasp ourselves, with our limited minds.
Why It’s Still Burning They were walking in front of me, On the way to shul. They were all dressed up, Heeding each fashion rule. I could just imagine Their kind of talk. All the latest gossip Would take up their walk. Undoubtedly judging others, like: “That one could use tips!” Divrei Torah? Far from […]
What can we, the Jews living in this generation, learn from this disagreement over whether the land was divided among those who left Egypt or those who entered the land?
Layers of soot and smoldering ash coat every alley.
Strad’s feet cooled. He wasn’t the line-crashing type and, while a stiff drink would hit the spot, he wasn’t sure he was up to facing that intense old man.