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Pesach, Matzah, Maror

Three black-inked words on a wine-stained page. Pesach — the wrenching sacrifices of history, The exultant joy of tradition. Matzah — crumbs of poverty, bread of freedom. Maror — the crucible of heartbreak, the transcendence of tears. 8 modern-day chronicles of three eternal words.

Tuesday, March 31, 2015

Just Three Paragraphs Chaia Frishman The evening began innocently enough. Kadeish, Urchatz, Karpas, and Yachatz. Hentelach washed, vegetable dipped, afikomen destination calculated. Maggid. Ha Lachma Anya: the formal Aramaic invitation for company. As if on cue, there is a knock at the door. On a normal Shabbos night, our house has the feel of Grand Central station. Neighbors borrow chrein, young neighbors visit, friends come to join in Tehillim. But why would anyone be outside now? I open the door. Surprise! Although they initially turned down our offer to come and stay for Yom Tov, my cousin Cheryl and her non-Jewish husband stand at the front door, their six-year-old-son David standing between them, dressed in a plaid shirt, olive corduroys, and high-top sneakers… they’ve decided to surprise us and stop in for the Seder! Initially, I am thrilled to see my loved ones —Cheryl used to be like my older sister. A needy, overdramatic, and a tad bit judgmental older sister, but a huge part of my life just the same. Shopping mall trips, deep phone conversations, midnight mani-pedis, the works. Her absence from my day-to-day has more to do with geographical distance than divergent religious beliefs, but my loyalty to Yiddishkeit definitely put a kink in our relationship.

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MM217
 
Using Our Free Will Effectively
Yonoson Rosenblum The image we carry of ourselves is key
Pitcher-Perfect
Eytan Kobre The ripple effects of one Jew’s kiddush Sheim Shamayim
Living the High Life
Rabbi Avrohom Neuberger It is exhilarating to matter, to be truly alive
It’s Time for Us to Speak Up
Rabbi Dovid Eliezrie We must speak out proudly for the values of Yiddishkeit
Kiruv Is Not Dead
Rabbi Meir Goldberg Do these sound like uninspired or closed students?
Frosting on the Cake
Rabbi Ron Yitzchok Eisenman “Let’s not let a missing chocolate cake ruin our siyum!”
A Warm Corner in Flatbush
Yosef Zoimen It was a simple shul with a choshuve leader
Out of Control
Jacob L. Freedman “That’s illegal, Dr. Fine. I can’t have a part in this”
Song of Reckoning in the Skulener Court
Riki Goldstein “It’s awe-inspiring to watch the Rebbe sing this song”
“U’teshuvah, U’tefillah, U’tzedakah”
Riki Goldstein Throughout the Yamim Noraim, three words accompany us
The Rebbe Held His Gaze
Riki Goldstein A moment etched in Reb Dovid Werdyger’s memory forever
The Road Taken
Faigy Peritzman In the end it’s clear who really merits true happiness
Sincere Apology
Sarah Chana Radcliffe A heartfelt and complete apology can turn things around
Power Pack of Mercy
Mrs. Shani Mendlowitz The 13 Attributes of Mercy are “an infinite treasure”
The Appraiser: Part II
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