Saturday night is the anniversary of the giving of Torah at Mt. Sinai. Strange, isn't it, that on the holy day we celebrate the Giving of the Law, we traditionally study the Book of Ruth, the most transgressive of the Bible, a book that explicitly defies a Divine command.
Infamous for circling the wagons, the Jewish people forgets its deep roots in conversion. Shavuot is a chance to reconsider our commitment to the image of the Jewish people and the image we portray when it comes to the convert in our midst.
Many people associate the word "Torah" with the Five books of Moses, but according to Jewish wisdom, the Torah and what was given at Mt. Sinai was much more than a book.
There are now rabbis throughout North America who will ensure that every future husband and wife ready to walk down that aisle helps protect themselves and the entire Jewish community by signing a prenuptial agreement.
As G-d stands watching our reaction, we are forced to create an initiative that I dare say, can take on a new day if we are willing and open. As a first step in destroying the silence, I invite you all to belong to a new community and a new higher consciousness.
Not just a fear of pornography, but a concern about presentation and perception -- the creeping suspicion that information could not be controlled, that the Internet was importing, copying and pasting, all sorts of things that the community had spent so many decades trying to keep at bay.
Honey is the only kosher product that comes out of a non-kosher producer. So what were Israel's greatest scholars and mystical thinkers trying to convey as to uniquely regard it in Jewish law?
Jerusalem from time immemorial has been the heart of the Jewish people. A request for its rebuilding is included in our prayers three times a day and all Jews, no matter where in the world, face Jerusalem to pray.
This year, Memorial Day poses an interesting conflict with the Jewish calendar as it overlaps directly with the holiday of Shavuot. The coincidence is not without some significance.
In 1955, after years of intensive seminary study in various Orthodox Jewish congregations, I began to feel the need for a wider range of experience. Up to this point, my entire religious education had taken place within the Jewish world, and it was beginning to feel somewhat narrow.
Everybody knows the story of Columbus, right? He was an Italian explorer from Genoa who set sail in 1492 to enrich the Spanish monarchs with gold and spices from the orient. Not quite.
Jewish children will only be safe when Jewish and non-Jewish people of good conscience work together to demand that the rabbis stop covering up abuse, and that the prosecutors use all their resources and authority to bring the abusers to justice.
How did I remember that today is the Hebrew calendar date of my son's first birthday? I'm slightly embarrassed to admit that it was not by my own memory, but truly of divine intervention.
The wellspring rising from deep within the Mystery. The rock that supports, sustains and brings forth our lives.
We wandered through this concentration camp in the blazing sun. It was uncharacteristically hot for this time of year. It somehow didn't seem right.
Yesod means foundation. It is the place of our nefesh, the level of the soul associated with the body, our separate vehicle for maneuvering in the world.