Outside of HUC’s coursework for the Year in Israel each of us using some of our time giving back to various communities in Israel. Luckily I have the chance to combine my love for biking with fundraising for the Israel Movement for Progressive Judaism.
I never realized how great of an impact she made until I was at an evening in tribute to Debbie Friedman’s life, music and memory at HUC in Jerusalem. May her memory be a blessing.
I never realized how great of an impact she made until I was at an evening in tribute to Debbie Friedman’s life, music and memory at HUC in Jerusalem. May her memory be a blessing.
I kept waiting for the ‘holidays’ rush I was used to in Minneapolis. This year, in Jerusalem, was different, amazing.
One of the most challenging things for me is writing and delivering a speech. Especially with constraints. This was a great learning experience for me.
I joined Rabbis for Human Rights to help Palestinian farmers harvest olives in their fields. Then the army stopped us.
At times when school seems overwhelming, there are moments that remind me of what could lie ahead for me. I was refreshed by the beautiful Ordination Ceremony.
If you take the time to pull the iPod ear buds out of your ears, there is a wide variety of sounds from different cultures that permeate the air in Jerusalem.
In many different prayer settings I have watched in fascination as people get ready for Shachrit (Morning) Services by putting Tefillin on their arm and forehead. Yet I had never preformed this Mitzvah. That is, until earlier this year.
Israel and HUC is a very difficult place sometimes. I was expecting the High Holy Days to be extra meaningful just being in Jerusalem. Some of the days were powerful and other parts were tough. Some experiences are only possible in Israel.