A Shabbat Picnic Showed Me Jerusalem’s Diversity
On a recent Shabbat, I spent the time with friends in the park. Within a few steps of our blanket, we watched people from every corner of Jerusalem spend the afternoon.
On a recent Shabbat, I spent the time with friends in the park. Within a few steps of our blanket, we watched people from every corner of Jerusalem spend the afternoon.
Why pray to a silent God who is not looking down at us and waiting to hear what we want or legitimately need?
Perhaps the Hebrew month of Av invites us to find a balance between the deep mourning of Tishah B’Av and the hope of finding love embodied in Tu B’Av a few days later?
Israeli poet Adi Keissar’s description of the world – the messed-up world – rings true in her own country and in the world at large.
We must continue to express moral outrage, hold our government accountable, and insist that immigrants belong with their families, out of cages, and in communities.
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ReformJudaism.org interviewed Julia Knobloch about her powerful collection of poems, Do Not Return, which captures the essence of the “wandering Jew.”
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