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Rabbi Weinreb’s Parsha Column, Emor
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Although many of his adherents deny it, he definitely had an anti-Semitic streak and was at least, for a time, sympathetic to the Nazi cause. Yet he was one of the major psychological theorists of the 20th century, and I personally have found his insights into the human mind both fascinating and practical.
Rabbi Weinreb’s Parsha Column, Acharei Mot-Kedoshim
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Parshat Acharei Mot-Kedoshim May 5, 2012 To read more articles and essays by Rabbi Weinreb, visit his blog at www.ou.org/rabbi_weinreb. (Rabbi Tzvi Hersh Weinreb is the Executive Vice President Emeritus of the Orthodox Union) “The Knave” It was a year when the holidays fell on the same days of the week as they do this […]
Rabbi Weinreb’s Parsha Column, Vayakhel-Pikudei
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We were walking down the long airport corridor on the way to the boarding gate. Somehow, it seems that whenever my wife and I have a flight to catch, anywhere, our gate is always at the furthest end of the long hall. We had plenty of time until the airplane departed, but somehow I experience an urgent need to rush whenever I am in an airport, and so we were in a hurry.
Rabbi Weinreb’s Parsha Column, Tetzaveh (Shabbat Zachor)
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If you have raised a child, you have had this experience. Your little boy or girl came home from school with a sample of his or her artwork. To you it just looked like a hodge-podge of scribbles, random color smears. But your child exclaimed, "Look, Mommy, it is a picture of the trees and fields that we pass on the way to grandma's house." Or, "Wow, Daddy! I drew the sun and the moon and the stars in the sky!"
Rabbi Weinreb’s Parsha Column, Mishpatim
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I was never very good at math. It all goes back to the fourth grade. I came down with a case of some ordinary childhood disease, probably chicken pox, at just the time that Mrs. Levine was teaching the class about the concept of percentages. I must've missed about a week of school, and when I returned to class, it seemed as if everyone was speaking Greek. Phrases like "50%" and "75%" and "a half" and "three-quarters" cut the air, and I simply did not know what these strange words meant. Mrs. Levine probably tried to catch me up with the rest of the class, but all I remember are feelings of frustration.