Parshah Musings

What has struck me as I sit listening to memories and eulogies is that mourners seem to care about one thing. No matter what people did for a living or the way they passed away, all that everyone left behind wants to talk about is the way they acted toward others.

You need to grew a long white beard, talk softly, and spend full days in prayer and private worship. At least that's the common notion of "spiritual"

Why to do a mitzvah that makes sense

Whenever they arrest a murderer or deviant, you can be sure that a fleet of trained mouthpieces will portray the perpetrator as a victim of a miserable childhood or genetic predisposition to violence. Is there truth to these assertions?

What’s so terrible, anyway? It’s not as if I was intending to harm anyone. Just a little white lie for short-term gain, with no obvious pain to come.

How do I demonstrate proper gratitude for the gifts with which I have been endowed?

There could be 1,000 people packing every pew, but if there are no young people among them, the congregation is moribund.