Wouldn't it be wonderful if someone could help us out? If anyone who could would just help us out. But no one is helping us out. Wait, did I just say no one?
I longed to join those hunched figures crying at the wall, because even though I wasn't exactly sure what to cry about, I knew that I wanted to be part of a longing for something great. I knew that one day I too would cry for the Temple and whatever it represented. It took the journey of a lifetime to learn how to yearn for it . . .
Waiting for a child is hard . . . recovering from a miscarriage is even harder. But it seems to me that G-d in His mercy designed the seasons to help us through the healing process . . . and cushion the blow . . .
When the Jewish nation was still very, very young, we began setting aside materials for our own marital home. Our wedding was still hundreds of years, and hundreds of miles, away . . .
One of the exciting elements of Purim is the obligatory giving of food gifts to friends and family. We are commanded to give at least two food items to at least one person . . .
Beyond All Reason This adaptation of a discourse on Purim originally presented in the classic work, Torah Or, by Rabbi Schneur Zalman of Liadi, the Alter Rebbe, probes the deeper meaning of this mysterious day.
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