Why I Still Dare to Raise a Jewish Child
The number of mornings that I wake up, look at my sweet Zusha, and feel that I am betraying him by raising him as a Jew keeps growing: Have I condemned him to a life of trauma because he is Jewish?
The number of mornings that I wake up, look at my sweet Zusha, and feel that I am betraying him by raising him as a Jew keeps growing: Have I condemned him to a life of trauma because he is Jewish?
In a time of deep unrest, in a time when the problems are so big I don’t feel I can do anything, we can do this.
How should I atone for not keeping my promise to my deceased friend?
When we interrupt our patterns, the light of awareness shines through.
When we meet a child’s question with reverence instead of resolution, we move from instructing to accompanying.
Elul is the time for us to reflect on how we have acted in the past and how we want to act in the future.
We are entering an era in which people will seek sanctuaries of meaning.
I sit on the couch facing the sliding glass doors to savor the sights and sounds of God’s creatures who share my small patch of Eden.