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Two months ago, in a Chaverim article, I opined that Netanyahu and Abbas could seize the day by meeting and initiating a process toward peace. I am sure that there may have been some impetus toward this but the events in Israel may have placed a damper on the process. One might imagine that the unrest in Arab world may have spurred on the Hamas, or perhaps Iranian influenced terrorists to begin shelling Israel again from Gaza. Momentarily, if at all, time was on the side of a peace initiative. I am afraid that it can now be safely argued that the terrorists, who are fearful that Israel has gone to the back burner, needed to heat up the region yet once again.

It would perhaps be a wonderful thing for Nethanyahu and Abbas to meet despite this event. It would be an even more wonderful thing if President Obama, who has yet to visit Israel, could exercise some sage thought process and make a visit hoping to coax both leaders into a meaningful détente. I suspect that this kind of meeting might mean political suicide for both Netanyahu and Abbas, but the prospect of peace should not slip away.

Would that this could happen. I am not hopeful.

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The approaching holydays ask us to discover about ourselves that which may be taken for granted or even missing during the year. Perhaps the most elusive of these things is wisdom. Where do we find wisdom? How do we know when we capture it? How will we know if we have made the right choice?

Does the Torah contain universal wisdom? This is a question that I am frequently asked by other clergy.

I like to point out that we are blessed with a wonderful faculty that we call memory. Torah tell us not to forget the things we have seen and experienced on the trek to the Land of Israel.

So perhaps the motivating notion here in the torah is about remembering.

I wonder then how we can look at memory and see what it does for us.

What do we fear the most. For each it is...


As Channukah nears we can pause to discover about ourselves that which may be taken for granted or even missing during the year. Perhaps the most elusive of these things is wisdom. Where do we find wisdom? How do we know when we capture it? How will we know if we have made the right choice? We can always turn toward the great fountain of wisdom, our Torah, and see if it contains words of guidance and direction.

Particularly at this time of the year, as we approach the December dilemma when we are bombarded by elements of Holydays and festivals to which we don’t always relate, or relate differently, we need to ask ourselves this question. Does the Torah contain universal wisdom? This is a question that I am frequently asked by other clergy.

I like to point out that we are blessed with a wonderful faculty that we call memory. Torah teaches us not to forget the things we have seen and experienced...


I stopped the other day on the highway. The sky had turned black. The sun was blotted out. Great gusts of wind were whistling down the roadway. I pulled off the road and went into a nearby Starbucks. The barrista came over and asked me what I wanted to drink. I found myself nearly alone in this establishment. The patrons were few. Probably they had not yet decided to get off the road. The young lady, whose name was ‘Lil’ began to strike up a conversation. I learned that she had not always been a barrista. She was a widowed housewife raising three kids on her own. Overwhelmed as she was by the loss of her husband, she somehow found a way to make it through the nights and days of loneliness and distress. She sat alone and in the dark and contemplated a dark abyss from which she saw no escape.

When she thought she had reached the bottom, a light dawned in her head. She began to see that she did not have to solve all the problems at once. Remembering that she had responsibilities that kept here busy every day, she decided that if she could make it through one day at a time, she would feel better. And that is exactly what she did. I was dying to learn what became of her children. She told me that one was an astronaut, one a computer programmer, and one had become a grade school teacher. I...


What connections, if any can be drawn between Judaism and Yoga? If you, like me, were some what skeptical, what I discovered may prove to be illuminating and highly instructive. I have to admit that my first thoughts about any nexus were colored by my concerns that any form of replacement for the connection to the written words of Torah, a divinely inspired document, if not even as many would claim a divinely written document, could be somewhat heretical. So I plunged into the process with a deep conviction to keep my mind open and my heart in the right place.

I learned that Yoga has a spiritual center, just as does my love for Judaism. I learned that Yoga places within the individual the need and desire to commune with oneself and be at one with the inner forces that drive, shape, and mold our very being. I came to see very quickly that the heart of Yoga, not the physical manifestation of the practice per se, was closely related to the Sefardi understanding of mysticism. What exactly that is perhaps is difficult to know. One can study mysticism for a...


I have often been asked by my colleagues from other faith groups what we Jews believe about the soul. I spend a few moments ruminating on this question because the answer can appear to be facile. Our thought processes these days are so frequently driven by statistics and numbers that the answer to this question needs to be qualified and very carefully kept out of the quantifying arena.  What I am basically being asked is how to define the uniqueness of our souls.

A wonderful story is found in Midrash Rabbah. We are told of a mortal king who with the power of the exchequer mints many coins on a regular daily basis. He directs his treasury to make a mold and use it often to produce coins of the realm.  In fact every coin is exactly like every other coin. However, God creates humankind from the same mold but no two individuals are exactly alike.

The rabbis use this story to remind us that there is no such thing as the common man. We are each uncommon....


 
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