We are unlikely and inevitable beings. And that encourages me. I don't know if I am meant to be here. But my being here defies the odds, and the whole history of Creation led to it. So if that doesn't give me some hope that my being here has meaning, what does?
Read moreChristmas Blessing
When interfaith dialogue goes terribly wrong.
Read moreIrwin, My Tocayo
I was still in the batter's box when Ancestry tossed me a reference to that Isaak Keller, clearly him, with the right birthdate and the right parents. The document Ancestry had found was a death record. 1942. Dachau.
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A beautiful niggun by Yoel Sykes, sung gorgeously by the cast at Transcendence Theatre.
Read moreDiscontinuity, and a German Cemetery
When I stood at that cemetery on that rainy hilltop, I felt seen. Not that I in particular was foreseen, but that the possibility of me had been contemplated.
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