The game made us laugh, debate, and venture into un-PC territory. It also showed me that I did have a community.
What, if anything, would I march for?
What are you keeping inside?
In a world seemingly absent of Soul, what’s the point of Peoplehood, anyway?
There’s a slippery slope between binding, Torah laws, customs, and community norms that attempt to socialize people through fear and control. And lately, this whole thing is bothering me. A lot.
Because once a Lubavitcher, always a Lubavitcher. #amiright?
It's time to stop using modesty as a blanket excuse to avoid difficult conversations. The stakes are too high.
Reflections on community, from a Yom Kippur of inspiration and challenge.
