No Need For Forgiveness
While the congregant spoke about the difficulty in finding meaning in a child’s death, a visitor sitting on an aisle seat in the men’s section spoke up. “We lost a soldier.”
The Yom Kippur War : An American Volunteer Remembers
It was Yom Kippur, October 6th, 1973, when we first heard the news: Egypt and Syria had attacked Israel, unprovoked and without warning. Before we even broke our fast, we tuned in to the news on TV that night. We learned that Egypt had crossed the Suez Canal
Yona Baumel, Man of Faith
This past Shavuot, Yona Baumel, eighty-one, returned his soul to his Creator, without his son Zecharya having been returned to him. Zecharya and five other soldiers were missing after the chaotic battle in the Lebanese village of Sultan Yakoub, marked by a Syrian ambush of the Israeli forces. It was June 1982, at the beginning […]
On and Off the Beaten Track in…the Har’el Lookout
During Israel’s War of Independence, the construction of the Burma Road, a bypass to Jerusalem through the mountains, was an extraordinary feat that allowed Jewish soldiers to avoid the dangers of the main road. Photo: Israel Government Press Office As I write these lines, Israel is continuing to battle for its very existence, fighting the […]
9/11
Lot’s Daughters 
The Ghosts of Rosh Hashana’s Past 
9/11 Ten Years Later
By R. Rosenfeld He asked me “Are you headed north?” I nodded and he followed. The two o
No one spoke. We all moved as if we were underwater. And somehow, then we had to make R
When the terror attack occurred, Avremel was fifty-five; his friend Ed, a quadriplegic,
9/11Lot’s Daughters The Ghosts of Rosh Hashana’s Past 9/11 Ten Years Later
By R. Rosenfeld He asked me “Are you headed north?” I nodded and he followed. The two o
No one spoke. We all moved as if we were underwater. And somehow, then we had to make R
When the terror attack occurred, Avremel was fifty-five; his friend Ed, a quadriplegic,
9/11Lot’s Daughters The Ghosts of Rosh Hashana’s Past 9/11 Ten Years Later
By R. Rosenfeld He asked me “Are you headed north?” I nodded and he followed. The two o
No one spoke. We all moved as if we were underwater. And somehow, then we had to make R
When the terror attack occurred, Avremel was fifty-five; his friend Ed, a quadriplegic,