Baruch Hashem for reminding me that, even in the dark hours of the night, everything is going to be alright.
Praise the Lord, He is my Rock and my Staff.
He is the Star by which I guide my life’s voyage,
and through His Torah, the other hand upon the wheel of my ship.
Given the choice of a full day fast and eight days without chametz, I would take the latter.
Some fasts are easier than others, but as far as I know, no fast is easy.
A warning for my fellow tribesmen traveling from or in Asia during Pesach:
Asian airline caterers haven’t figured out Passover yet. That makes for some very hungry Chol Hamoed flights.
Trust me, I know.
A rejoinder I frequently offer to those who would discredit our faith on the basis of a perceived conflict between religion and science:
Speaking for Judaism, the truth in Torah lies at levels far deeper than its objective historicity.
Are we witnessing a counter-halaska? Or have we simply reached the absolute limits of liberalization?
There comes a time in every man’s life when he must face that gap between who he is and what he does to earn a living, realize he has a choice, and then decide what he is going to do about it.
If I will be a biscuit more observant at 53 than I was at 23, Chabad of Beijing gets a massive chunk of the credit.