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Sydell

Sydell Greenberg grew up in a wonderful Jewish home in Brooklyn, New York. As a result of a rough period in her life she started searching for God. Shortly thereafter she accepted Y'shua as her…

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Bagel Chats

As I was growing up in my Jewish world there were numerous bagel chats with my friends.

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Staff Sgt Nathan: The Story of a Fighter

When Staff Sgt. Nathan he was diagnosed with leukemia at age 6, he realized that something had happened to him that meant he had restrictions and couldn’t do…

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The Million Dollar Pita

Can one pita change the lives of an entire family?

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Confessions of a Jewish Mother - How My Son Ruined My Life

James Baraz's mother tells how her son ruined her life.

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Dear Jack

Jack took a long look at his speedometer before slowing down: 73 in a 55 mph zone.

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Givat Kfar Tapuah Mixed Orchard with Nadav

Nadav Yair was born in and grew up in Kauai & Oahu Hawaii.

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Doug Bachelor

Doug Batchelor might be the richest caveman to have ever lived. His mother was a Jewish actress and his father was a Gentile multimillionaire.

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Follow the Recipe

I don’t know why, but as risk free as I like to be in life, when it comes to following recipes that security loving part of my brain just doesn’t seem to kick…

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Safe in Iraq

Arthur Branner personally recounted his call to Iraq to be chaplain of a battalion for one year.

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Rehearsing for the Jewish High Holy Days

Some years ago I sang as the tenor lay cantor in a Reform Jewish temple. My then voice teacher was the choir director, and there were five voices which made up…

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Ben Blatt

Ben Blatt was a driver for a large company. He worked hard, delivered his packages on time, was friendly with the customers, and met all the job requirements.…

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Angels on Duty

Donna’s husband suddenly left his family without looking back.

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Corrie Ten Boom

The Nazis arrested Corrie and the rest of the ten Boom family in Febuary 1944.

Growing up with Mark

As I was growing up I couldn't remember when Mark wasn't a part of my life. We were in elementary school together, junior high, but we parted in high school. Mark was brilliant throughout school,…

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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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Road Rage

I was on my way to meet someone in a place I had never been before. The home I was going to was so new even the GPS I got a few years before couldn’t find it.

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Rachmonis

Rachmonis (the Yiddish word for mercy and pity) I remember coming home from school many times and being very angry. Good thing my favorite person, Bubbe, was there to greet me. She always had a way…

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My Rabbi's Tie

I was searching for something to give my Rabbi and his wife. I loved them very much so I just wanted to give something. I found his wife a pretty lacy kippah for ladies that had pearl colored beads…

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Uncle Louie's Santa Clause

Uncle Louie was loved by his nephews and nieces, by his friends, and everybody that knew him. He worked at different jobs at different parts of his life as I was growing up.

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Doug Bachelor

Doug Batchelor might be the richest caveman to have ever lived. His mother was a Jewish actress and his father was a Gentile multimillionaire.

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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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Broken Pasta Dreams and Restored Faith

One day I was in the mood for food (well many days I am in the mood for food), but I had something very specific in mind.

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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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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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A Danish or Ice Cream?

Since I was a kid I loved Danish pastries, especially blueberry and prune, and I was always ecstatic about ice cream. If I had to choose between the two, ice cream would be my number one choice. My…

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Dead Branches

I was trimming some roses. I noticed that for some reason many of the branches had died so I was removing them. As I become aware of how easy removing the dead branches was I remembered Yeshua said…

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Starving in Front of a Bowl of Kibble

My cat wasn’t satisfied to eat kibble out of his bowl that had been sitting there all day. He wanted to see me personally pour it out fresh from the bag each time. But what can you expect from a cat…

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A Fishy Tale

I received a fish tank in my teens. I’m not sure if it was for my birthday or some other holiday, but the point is I got one. And I got plenty of fish I loved to watch and in my period of fish…

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