Its a major investment of time, people power and resources to pull together in order to create a massive 30 foot-long tent that serves food around the clock in a sea of other tents.

I grew up in a one-size-fits-all Judaism that, in fact, fit very few. There was one service to attend, one way to pray, and little if any room to experiment with other ways to connect to the sacred. Now, we live in a society that demands choice.

Regardless of creed, crank, and even creatine in some cases, it's not uncommon to find people mixing religion and riding and subsequently discovering a unique spiritual and physical reciprocity.

It started when my son Shmuel began screaming. He'll be 3 soon, but sees himself as an invincible warrior. He slipped, fell and needed stitches. Since it was Shabbat, we made careful consideration to respect the sanctity of the religious laws while making sure not to jeopardize our son's health.

The practice of Shabbat is not only a spiritual response to the timeless commandment given to my ancestors to keep the Sabbath holy. It is a political act. I am keeping the Sabbath radical. That too is my heritage.

I had totally given up, accepting that this loss was beyond my control. Yet there it was -- my phone -- disconnected, out of juice, sitting there in the middle of Torah.

For some in the Jewish world, the Kiddush has become an elaborate feast at which sumptuous food and fine wines and liquors are offered to those, both members and guests, who come to pray. This new phenomenon is healthy in some ways and deeply unsettling in others.

If religious, spiritual, activist and LGBT organizations, alike, are invested in nurturing a sustainable and fulfilling future, they have only to gain from providing the fodder for common ground.

The eruv vividly demonstrates the dynamism of Judaism through the Jews' steady re-interpretation and adaptation of their tradition in harmony with the world around them. Yeshiva University Museum is currently presenting an exhibition, "It's a Thin Line," on the topic.

Scripture in hand, American faith leaders are encouraging their congregations to develop gardens to grow vegetables for the poor, install solar panels, implement a range of energy-conserving measures and more in an increasing effort to improve how we care for creation.

Every year, on Friday night, the Forum hosts a Shabbat meal that, longtime attendants say, started with a handful of people, including leading Israeli economists, but now boasts world leaders and Jewish personalities from around the globe.

Learning is a life-long process, and it is never a simple journey from A to B to C -- it's a zigzag journey, and often requires several false starts. Indeed, making mistakes -- and learning from them -- is crucial for our sense of growth.

We are horrified by the tragic mass murder in Connecticut, a tragedy we can scarcely fathom. Even though our revelry is dampened by the sadness, we will not let our celebration be swallowed up.

There is nothing wrong with loving work. It is good to enjoy our professions and to support our families. However, there is a line that is very easy to cross, where we become servants to our jobs, and not simply because of our employers, but because of ourselves.

There is nothing sweeter in this life than blessing one's children, especially on a Friday night. When Anna and Adam were little I'd drop to my knees to so that they could look into my eyes and tacitly understand that blessing them was an act of thanksgiving and humility for me.

If we learn anything from Matisyahu's very public religious transformation it should be that our identity isn't static. Our lives are journeys.

Havdalah separates Shabbat from the rest of the week, but also builds a bridge between the two. So too with my small family: when we are apart and reunited, we rekindle the joy of being together.

In one Jewish community after another, the prevailing wisdom is that the "spirituality of Shabbat" is to be experienced by becoming more quiet and still. But this is not the only way.

After giving birth alone in her home, a Jerusalem Haredi woman hid her baby under her dress with the umbilical cord still attached, hid the placenta i...

On a Friday evening, I tweeted three times and posted three Facebook updates at three separate times -- and I wasn't even online.