Shalom! Not only do I want to get reconnected to all of you who were following my blog before I took a break but I want speak about how we all get disconnected with God and how we can get reconnected to God and ourselves through our thought speech and action. I have a number of videos that I have not shared over the last months and I will begin back posting them in the coming days. All the best and Shabbat Shalom!
This week we will read about the first kiss mentioned in the Torah. Do you know who kissed whom? You may be surprised by the answer! And what can we learn about nurturing strong relationships in our families, with our children, from this parasha? How can we develop close, loving relationships, and avoid the pitfalls that our patriarchs and matriarchs encountered? Please watch this week's video here, and come to services when we will discuss this further!
I have not been posting my Torah or videos for the last month publicly but in light of the terrible tragedy in Pittsburgh at the Tree Of Life Synagogue this past week, I thought to share my weekly D'var Torah video.
Hamakom Y'nachem....May the Holy One comfort us during at this time of loss.
Rosh Hashanah: Family Exile and a Moment for Reconciliation
Rabbi Yonatan Sadoff
My Uncle, my father’s brother, died two years ago. I did not really know him very well, he didn’t live close and we had only met once or twice. He had been married 3 times, divorced 3 times and had two sons with his second wife. I remember the one time that his family came to visit us in Minneapolis when we were just kids (I was probably 9)--he was still married to his second wife and came with their two sons. We went out to Makeeskys deli - a sort of-kosher place and sat in one of those high-backed pleather booths and on the wall above our heads were graduation class pictures from the Talmud Torah, our local Jewish school- many of these photos from my Dad and Uncle’s era. I looked up and saw a picture of Shirley standing in the front row of one of the graduation classes-1956. “What a coincidence,” I said to my cousins, “there is Shirley, your Dad’s first wife.” They looked perplexe…