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A Lawsuit with God

One of the most beautifully haunting pieces of cantorial music I have ever sung was called A lawsuit with God. An old pious Jew by the name of Berdeshever stands at the Western Wall and begins by…

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T'shuvah

T'shuvah is the Hebrew word, for lack of a better term, meaning return. The Jewish writer Erich Fromm, who was also a practicing psychoanalyst, uses the word…

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Great Bad Timing

I was rushing to go to work since I started driving later than I would have liked, but I knew I had to stop to get some gas eventually.

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Bolster Your Memory

One special evening many years ago a small group of family members began sharing memorized passages from their school days.

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And They Lived Happily...

Author Richard Paul Evans has written many novels that carry the theme “and they lived happily ever after”.

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Havdalah

I’ve written in a previous article about Reuben Caplin (Ruby), my voice teacher and choral conductor at the reform temple that I sang at many years ago; well here’s another Ruby story.

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The Bar Mitzvah Boys

Bobby and I were friends for as long as I can remember. We not only had a bond of close…

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Rachmonis

Rachmonis (the Yiddish word for mercy and pity) I remember coming home from school many…

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Rabbi Arthur Lelyveld

Rabbi Arthur Lelyveld came into my life in the early 1960’s. He was then the senior rabbi…

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In Passing Hellos

That’s all we can afford to give.We've been made to feel afraid of each other.They tell…

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In Those Days

Many will claim his name.In those days.

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The Power of the Book

A few years ago, in the confusion of transferring multiple pieces of luggage from one…

The Workman's Circle

When I was growing up in my Jewish world I would often hear about a Jewish organization called The Workmen's Circle. I thought that I'd share a little of the history of this fine Jewish organization:

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Gloria

During my mission’s trip I began a journalism project at the children’s orphanage in Mexicali Mexico, which is also referred to as the mission.

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Dry Dry Dry

'Twas in the desert Dry and parched I did seek For it was there my thirst grew strongest And it was there that I grew weak

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Angry with the GPS

I was not having a good day. I didn’t feel very well, and I woke up around 4:00 in the morning to get to work on time, but despite giving myself over a half hour extra to get to work I was over a…

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My Cousin the Medic

I knew my cousin the medic when I was a teenager. His American name was Lester, but his European name was Lazza.

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Needing a Miracle

I've wronged my Lord and Savior,Why even a prayer for me?I've let Him down too many times.Now I'm a man who cannot see.

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My Rabbi

I really appreciate my Rabbi. I asked this man so many questions the mere fact he could tolerate it seemed to be a sign of a relationship with God in and of itself. One of the things I really…

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Veils

It's happening at the moment, deceptive veils all around.Veils so thin and clear at first, like just a change of shade.Similar to stepping from sun into the shadow of a tree.Enjoyed at first, the…

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Living the Mitzvah

When my wife and I moved to North Carolina from Florida, we gave up a good support system.

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The Kinsmen Cowboys

As I was growing up I’d always heard about the Lower East Side of New York City. I grew up in Cleveland, Ohio.

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The Wake

Two men sat talking on the front steps of the mansion on the hill. The older, the mentor; and the younger, the pupil, discussed the Book. I also sat nearby, barely knowing them, but interested in…

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Clifford Goldstein

Clifford Goldstein will tell you that his family tree is full of typewriters, pens, and books. His blood is 50% hemoglobin and 50% ink. In the late 1970's Cliff was traveling the world writing his…

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