Lech Lecha: As The Dread Descends

We wake up and it’s a day like any day. Hit snooze. Maybe once, maybe twice. Still bleary eyed, Josh and I get everyone fed, dressed, teeth brushed. Maybe you start your day by taking the dog for a walk, or reading the paper. Maybe you pour your coffee to-go and head into the office. Maybe you call your mom to check in, or call your child to say hi. Perhaps your day starts with buttered toast or Good Morning America. For each one of us, the day begins, just like any other. But it isn’t a day like any other, is it. It hasn’t been a day like any other for 21 days now. 21 days — three weeks since we bore witness to the brutal Jew-hatred of Hamas. Three weeks that 220 precious Jewish souls have been held hostage by terrorists. Three weeks of not having the words to adequately express the ways that our world-view, our Jewish identities, and our sense of safety has changed. <a href="https://medium.com/rabbinic-writing/lech-lecha-as-the-dread-descends-5cdb6d5fdaef">Visit Now</a>