Category Archives: A Synagogue We call B.J.

Summer Rain

1. Crossing the Hudson My husband ET tells me that Sunday, August  14th is on record for the heaviest rainfall in New York City history. We came back  from the country to attend the wedding of my cousin Asher’s only … Continue reading

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So It Comes To Pass

If, as the book of Ruth seems to suggest, the way to redemption is through incest, the way to acceptance can be through rejection, the way to peace may unfortunately be through knowing war, the path to serenity hardly ever … Continue reading

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Taiku

Rabbi Roly is saying that sometimes there is in the Talmud a controversy among colleagues that cannot be resolved. Roly is explaining that Taiku is an acronym for the coming of Elijah, he who will someday answer all questions and … Continue reading

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Flipped

I am not sure how the others sitting around the big conference table with paper plates piled with fruit salad, and bloated tea bags relate to these bizarre Talmudic tales, but I’m beginning to appreciate the unflinching honesty of the … Continue reading

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Stain

Early on in my first season of Talmud classes, we come upon the passage where the reputation of Rabbi Eleazar, son of R. Simeon is impugned by the carelessness with which he performs one of his many halachic or legal … Continue reading

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Rendezvous

We BJ members are accustomed to meeting in shoddier surroundings, in synagogue basements that double as homeless shelters at night. But, Rabbi Roly’s six-week series of lunchtime Talmud classes convenes in the corporate spheres. Here on the 38th floor conference … Continue reading

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A Fragrance Fix

Each Shabbat morning, I look forward to a concluding song called Ein Keloheinu. Ari, the Cantor at the keyboard, leads us in a particularly rousing version sung in both Hebrew and Ladino.  This is a song of questions: Who is … Continue reading

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