Love and Rebuke

Rabbi Bradley Artson
5769
by Rabbi Bradley Shavit Artson
posted on July 18, 2009
Torah Reading
Haftarah Reading
May I have a word with you? The opening words of the fifth book of the Torah begin simply enough, "These are the words that Moses spoke (diber) to all Israel." The Rabbis of the ancient Midrash Sifre Devarim note that every place the Tanach uses the verb 'daber' indicates harshness or rebuke, whereas the Hebrew word 'amar' conveys a sense of praise. Read more...

Woe is Me – Where Am I?

cheryl
5767
by Rabbi Cheryl Peretz
posted on July 18, 2007
Torah Reading
Haftarah Reading
Each Shabbat as we read the Haftorah, we can find a connecting theme that links it to that week’s Torah portion, illustrating why it was chosen to be read on that particular Shabbat.  This Shabbat, in addition to reading to Parashat Devarim, we also read a special Haftarah for which the Shabbat is given a special name, Shabbat Hazon (Shabbat of Vision), named for Isaiah’s prophetic vision in foretelling the destruction of the Temple.  There is an extra ordinary link between the two as they also share a commonality with the upcoming observance of Tisha B’Av – the Ninth of Av, on wh Read more...

Don’t Fear

Rabbi Bradley Artson
5766
by Rabbi Bradley Shavit Artson
posted on July 18, 2006
Torah Reading
Haftarah Reading
The world can be a very scary place. Every time we pick up the morning’s paper, or turn on the television, the media provides us with more evidence of just how terrifying life can be. Fires raging out of control, brutal warfare abroad, incessant terrorist attacks, and gangs and criminals terrorizing our streets, illness, death, unemployment, and a host of more private sorrows are   the constant companions of the living. There isn’t a person alive who hasn’t tasted the bitterness of disappointment and of tragedy. We are all wounded by the simple act of staying alive. Read more...

Choosing Judaism

Rabbi Bradley Artson
5765
by Rabbi Bradley Shavit Artson
posted on July 18, 2005
Torah Reading
Haftarah Reading
I remember a regular spring ritual when I was still a congregational rabbi. The event took place on a Sunday morning, as I and thirty eager people would drive down to Laguna Beach. Not to play volleyball, and not to bask in the glorious California sunshine. Our purpose was much more sacred and venerable than all that. These 30 people were among the 100 students who had completed my Introduction to Judaism class, and were now intent on converting to Judaism. Read more...