And then I see that which I can not un-see. What it looks like when a car so barbarically hits an elderly man. What it looks like when the Angel of Death wrestles Man. What it looks like when spirit starts to fade from matter.
Remember that there is a higher reality in the world. The material here and now is not all there is. Nobody can ever be perfect in the material world, but we darn well can live life with purpose and with meaning.
Given the options, I’m glad I don’t fit in. I’m glad I keep my eyes open. I’m glad institutions make my skin crawl, that being in church—or anyplace that feels like a western, Christian, colonized knockoff—doesn’t feel right to me.
A layoff happens, and all I can think is, did I put my trust in the wrong person? Was I not watching the road? Who was in the driver's seat all this time?
Despite their joy, Father's Day and Mother's Day exacerbate wounds. How does the motherless child feel while her classmates are making cards for Mom?
“Hi, I'm Chaya and I’m addicted to positive thinking.”
A story about letting myself and other people off the hook as much as it is a story about harnessing up under the yoke of Heaven. It's a story about hosiery and one fateful phone call.
I have many reasons for sharing my journey… some of them I’m only discovering as I go. Spiritually and emotionally,...
Being young and idealistic, unafraid and untied down, we did what any sensible couple would do. We sold all of our things, returned our wedding gifts, and moved across the world to study in Israel. It was scary and exciting and we had nothing to lose.
Except losing it all.
