Apparently you can’t say the Mourner’s Kaddish for a pet. A few brave souls have attempted to adapt the prayer, but according to my very official Google search—Rabbis frown upon this practice. Soooooo…what to do?
I get very sad when I think about the fact that many evangelical Christians in the U.S. appear to ready to support Donald Trump to run their supposedly Christian nation. One simple passage in their Bibles will tell them that this man is not a Christian. That he uses the moniker only out of convenience, to get votes, to sow fear. To win over James Dobson. I can lay down some Beatitudes. A little Greatest Command. A little justice, a little mercy, a little humility. Jesus even speaks directly to how you should treat refugees, and prisoners, and the poor.
I try my best to be objective in all things. My training as a social worker has taught me how to listen without judgement and it is my nature to find the good in everyone. I want to understand people and their motivations and what has led them to their present day. And can most times accept what they tell me and move forward. But I cannot abide by the current stances of the Republican Party. Driven by fear and paranoia, you find a reason to ban refugees, most whom are women and children traumatized by decades of war, from your borders because one them might be hiding hatred for the United States. But you have sown the seeds of that hatred with your actions driven by fear and paranoia. You shout down people who are only shouting to begin with because your bigotry has kept you from hearing them when they have tried to speak. You turn a blind eye to the incarceration and killing of young black men with your war on drugs and your war on crime, but cannot see that this is a war of your own making. Shouting about how people must suffer the consequences of their actions, when really they are suffering the consequences of your actions.
I am also a very hopeful person. I have “hope” and “love” literally tattooed on the inside of my arms. I know people can change and believe that the world can change. If we would all just shut up for a moment–just one–and listen to each other. Stop calling each other names and acting all a fool. Take a class. Read a book. Watch a documentary. Turn off your phones and your computers and talk to someone. Take a chance that something or someone out there might quiet your mind and give you peace.
by Casey Burke.
I downloaded all 7 seasons of Family Ties and have been watching it non-stop. It’s comforting, like sucking my thumb with my pink blanket “Buppie” (damn, I miss that blanket).
It is not only important but crucial that we reflect on the ups, downs and all-arounds of our year as Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur approach. So here are the “cliff-notes” version to life in 5775; the year I… Continue reading “5775- The Year of…”
Well I wanted an adventure and it seems like I got one…I am writing from Tel Aviv, Israel!
I was afraid that Tel Aviv would feel like New York City with the added bonus of Hebrew and hot Israeli eye candy. I was wrong…very wrong. Yes, there are a lot of people (albeit good looking) and yes, it is a city…but no it does not feel like home (which I am grateful for in many ways as I DID want a new environment). I arrived late late Monday night and spent Tuesday sleeping and walking around the Shuk and some other places that I have no idea the name of. Continue reading “Chriss Does Tel Aviv-Day 2: Part 1”