The ticking of the clock is uniformly, maddeningly constant. Tick, tick, tick. In equal, perfectly differentiated, precise segments. One second after another. Tick, tick, tick. A minute. An hour. One day. Another. Then a week. A month. A year. A lifetime. Could you imagine how terrible it would be if the totality of our experience
What one of the most inspirational people of modern times is teaching in the 21st century, Judaism has taught since its inception thousands of years ago.
Back when I was growing up in Cleveland Ohio, Lag B’omer was a great excuse for a school trip. While I’m somewhat embarrassed to admit it, the countdown to Lag B’omer was nearly as fervent as the countdown to Shavuot. Up until about fourth grade we’d only go to some big park. But then we
A bright light of confusion surrounds the day we call Lag B’omer. Ask one Jew what it is and he might even give you two opinions. According to Pri Megadim (1), something is special about the day, but we are not sure exactly what it is. If he’s not sure, them I’m not either. Two
One custom often mentioned in connection with Lag BaOmer, though it is less common than formerly, is for the young students to play with bows and arrows. It is remarkable that the day devoted to the memory of Rebbe Shimon bar Yochai, who was so absorbed in Torah learning that he didn’t even take time