D E N A S C H U S T E R M A N
D E N A S C H U S T E R M A N
There’s a recent ridiculous trend about being “Very demure. Very mindful.”
I don’t know the context, but you don’t have to, to get that someone is poking fun at our society at large.
Maror is the bitter food we eat on Passover to remind us of, you guessed it, the bitterness of our once upon an enslavement.
“The life of Sara” is the portion in which she dies. Avraham buries her, he cries too. Sara, our foremother, says the Zohar, is a metaphor for the body, Avraham, our forefather, the soul. The body is buried, the soul carries on (literally).
Living with the times is synthesizing the weekly Parsha into my life.
My high-school Chumash teachers tried this with a corny section on their tests entitled,
“From where do you learn”—
In this week's Parsha, Shemot, Moses meets G-d.
Uncommonly, in a burning thorn bush.
The bush burns but it does not get consumed. "V'hasneh Anenu Ukal"
How confused in the world do you feel right now?