Reposted with permission from rabbisblog.brsonline.org. Sgt. Eviyatar Moshe Torjamin was only twenty years old. He was a student at Yeshivat Ha’Kotel, a hesder yeshiva in the Old City of Yerushalayim that combines army service with Torah study. He had only two weeks left until the end of his service and was therefore given the option
My sister in law, Shayna Goldberg, who lives in Alon Shvut near where the boys were kidnapped, shared her reflections upon attending the tragic funeral for Eyal, Naftali and Gil-ad z’l this week. I found her words incredibly powerful, inspirational and worth sharing: “Are they dead?” Asked my 8 year old Tuesday morning after we
This post originally appeared at rabbisblog.brsonline.org/ In his incredible book The Prime Ministers, Yehudah Avner describes the remarkable circumstances surrounding the capture of the Old City of Jerusalem and the reunification of the eternal capital of the Jewish people: Menachem Begin’s brain was so crammed with thoughts that he could not sleep. Tossing and turning,
This article originally appeared on rabbisblog.brsonline.org. Once upon a time, PDA stood for something now obsolete – Personal Digital Assistant. I will never forget my first Palm Pilot together with its cool stylus and what seemed like a miraculous ability to hold over one hundred phone numbers and a To Do list, all on something
This article originally appeared on rabbisblog.brsonline.org. When I studied in Yeshiva University there was a young man named Yossi z”l who suffered from a degenerative disease that left him in a wheelchair, immobile and unable to speak. All Yossi could do was move his finger and that is how he communicated. He had a board
Why does it take the death of a 12-year-old girl to bring us all together? Surely there are events, programs, commemorations, or speakers for which we can gather even more people with a sense of unity and cohesiveness.
Is the “current model” really what the rabbis had in mind? Probably not. 8 questions to generate robust table-side discussions.
Hearing about “what could have been” or “what didn’t have to be” is a stark reminder that we need not wait until our deathbed to get our affairs in order.
We should adopt their slogan.
For 2,000 years we’ve been speechless. We still may not have an answer, but at least we have a response.