Rachel exposes herself as she never has before. Through poetry, photography, and an essay, Rachel exposes her fears and journey towards Jewish observance.
While I had begun to figure out my Judaism in college, Rick had been redeveloping his own Christian faith. I met my wife through this involvement, and now Rick had met his as well.
Tonight, I will wine and dine divine inspiration,
I will start with tremendous illumination.
I had just arrived from Israel. I was scared to wear a kippah. My rabbi disagreed. But it was renting a car that changed everything for me.
I suited up in my protective camouflage and allowed myself to fly away into the spiritual arms of God. I swore...
I had only published a handful controversial articles, but the ones I had published seemed to elicit such huge and negative responses that I wanted out.
My youngest brother always had a spacial place in my heart. I watched him grow through years of yeshiva and then, little by little, as his relationship with Orthodox Judaism shifted and morphed into something that belongs to only him and G-d.
From Rabbis to community leaders to philanthropists, it seems we are enamored with outreach and the unaffiliated Jew. Yet, I ask myself: What about those that are already on the 'inside,' practicing Judaism? Are they getting the same care and opportunity? And whose responsibility are they?
It seemed like a good idea at the time.
