FBI Chaplains in Israel
I returned feeling grateful for the opportunity to touch the lives of those who touch so many other lives, often at moments of intense crisis.
I returned feeling grateful for the opportunity to touch the lives of those who touch so many other lives, often at moments of intense crisis.
When you feel your heartstrings tug at the suffering of the world, can you ask: Who is doing this work already? How can I support them?
In just ten short weeks, our family has evolved from being consciously minimalistic to one that is drowning in baby paraphernalia.
Jewish texts and our ancient stories work their magic when we can see parts of our own stories embedded within them.
I’m learning by proximity—by being slowed down in rooms where time is treated seriously, where patience is a discipline.
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.