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Running on Jewish Time

Sunday, September 17, 2006

Why We Live In a Crazy World

Under standard conditions, all natural events evolve according to natural law.
All human events evolve according to a more complex but no less natural set of spiritual laws.
All Jewish events evolve according to G-d's deeply interested interventions.

Since G-d's intervention trumps both spiritual and physical law, then the presence of a Jewish event or individual will cause slight anamolies in either set of laws.

As the concentration of Jewish individuals increase, the G-d's intervention quoitent rises sharply, reducing the effects of any and all natural or spiritual law allowing us to conclude that....

life in Jewish neighborhoods is just plain crazy. miraculous but still crazy.

Wednesday, August 16, 2006

I Love My People

We're crazy. All of us.
Absolutely out of our collective gourd.

G-d, I love my people.

For all English-only speakers:

The shirt on the left says 'A Jew doesn't expel a Jew' and the
shirt on the right says 'I love you, Land of Israel'

I apologize for the quality. I have to get a better scanner

Tuesday, August 15, 2006

War Is Peace

"We are convinced that the true path to peace is via negotiations, but if this path is not possible - resistance is the only way. Not necessarily an armed resistance but a cultural and political resistance as well. The goal of the resistance is not war but rather peace....."

President Assad of Syria
Could this get anymore Orwellian?

On the other hand, King David got it 2500 years ago.

Monday, August 14, 2006

All My Yiddshe Bubbes

I want to be one of those one old ladies with the sensible shoes and the odd colored scarves that are everywhere in Yerushalyim.

The ones that look very closely at you and ask your entire family history to determine if they're related to you and then ask what you're doing for Shabbos even if you're not.

Like the one sitting at the busstop who scooted over to make room for me and told me as I protested
In Chutz L'aretz, you may only have one mother to take care of you, but, here in Eretz Yisrael, everybody is your mother. So sit!
I would like to be everybody's mother.......................... eventually.
I think I would like trying to be a mother to just one family first, or maybe just a wife would be a good start.

But, when I am old and gray and young whippersnappers give me seats on busses, I would like to be a mother in Eretz Yisrael.

Wednesday, August 02, 2006

One who Mourns.....

כל מי שמתאבל אל ירושלים זוכה ורואה אותה בבנינה
Everyone who mourns over Yerushalyim merits and sees it rebuilt
Rambam didn't see it built, or the Baal Shem Tov, or even the one who wrote the book, Yermiyah didn't see it rebuilt. So nu? Is it true or not?
Read the sentence a little closer, it doesn't say 'will see' but 'sees.'
For a person who truely mourns Yerushalyim sitting and weeping for something that most of us do not know and cannot understand. Something as significant to us as colors are to the blind.
One who mourns over Yerushalyim, does so because he can already see it as it should be.


There are two things in this world that are without price.
Something that no one will part with and something that no one will buy.
The Jews have always been without price.

Thursday, July 20, 2006

The Mountains Surround Her

[Note: As has probably been observed, the intervals between posts will probably remain rather lengthy due my current residence in Jerusalem. Jameel is doing such an excellent job keeping the news posted that I feel my time is better spent at places like the Kotel.]
There were fireworks over the Arab Quarter two nights ago. Flashes of red and trails of smoke drifting past the domes and over the Kotel.
The reasons hardly need more than a glance at the headlines.
All the Bais Yaakov's have cancelled the summer camps and programs. My friend is worriedly debating whether or not to go to a family bar mitzva in the north. They've found sucide bombers attempting to enter town again. The buses and stations are filled with soilders moving out.
I want to be angry at the Arabs, at the New York Times, who has the purile even-handedness of failing to even so much as distinguish between Kassam attacks and Israel's response on their maps of the current crisis. I want to be angry at somebody, anybody. Just to feel full of righteous indignation rather than indifferent weariness. The war does not seem real.
So at the Kotel, ringed by the hills and surrounded by dozens of mumered prayers and the shrill undulating cries of the mosque, I ask for peace, by missles or miricles or means mysterious and unknown, just peace and all our people safe in the thier homes again.

Thursday, July 06, 2006

Gone Home

I came, I studied, I graduated.....
Now it's time to go home.

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