There is a story in Judaism that I think about a lot. The story of Abraham, who, as the tale goes, sees three strangers walking in the desert. Rather than turning away from what could realistically have been a dangerous situation, Abraham runs to these men.
Hanukkah is the festival of lights.
Each night of Hanukkah we light an extra candle to create more light and enhance miracles in the darkness of winter.
A balabusta – a homemaker - I am not. I like to pretend a few times a year by making a brisket or perhaps a challah, but my influence over the domestic is superficial at best.
While attending the Hyman Brand Hebrew Academy, one of my elementary school Jewish Studies teachers tasked us with memorizing a very significant pasuk (line from the Torah) from the Torah portion, Parshat Lech Lecha.
It’s going to be a momentous day! It will be a day that calls to our deepest sense of responsibility! A day that sets us apart from the masses!
In just a few weeks, we will fill the pews to hear Parshat Vayeira, the Torah portion in which Abraham, aged and childless, sits in the entrance of his tent when he sees — what’s that? Three strangers?
