Group superiority is not my thing. I prefer to see every soul's stunning potential.
Potash Feldspar woke up and looked at the time. There, glowing brighter as the day progressed, the information projected on the closed drapes read 8:01AM. 58 degrees Fahrenheit. Hanetz at 8:45AM. His tired old eyes widened slowly and he rolled over to see his wife lying next to him, still sound asleep. Mr. Feldspar got dressed and put on his watch, which synced effortlessly to the drapes and his vitals came on screen. “Modeh Ani L’fanechah” he began to recite to himself.
I'm sick of hearing people I agree with ask why. You know why. You know why Sweden, and England, and France, and "the academy", and the whole universe wants us to die.
And so, I thank you, Jews, every single one of you...When I pray, you’re in it with me, joining me in that most vulnerable mission. Whether you’re in synagogue with me, or at another one miles away, or in a different time zone, or still asleep, I have to believe we are connected.
Chai Elul Sameach! A message for you from the angels on this auspicious day.
Would I really rather be mistaken for a Hipster than a Hasid?
A smattering of the inspired imagery that pops up when you enter "Jew" as a search term on a stock photo site...
There is a little whisper within you. It speaks discreetly, yet yearns to be heard.
