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Each Shabbat, Religious-Zionist synagogues all over the world recite Avinu She’bashamayim, the Prayer for the Welfare of the State of Israel:
Our Father in Heaven
Bless the State of Israel
The first flowerings of our redemption
If we look as Yechezkel 36:8-12, in his prophecy of comfort, we see that some of the revelations of the redemption are taking place in our lifetime:
Would you, could you, in a box?
St. Patrick goes takeout, as does the Shabbat meal
The Coopers Tavern
Cottage pie with lamb is on the St. Patrick s Day menu at The Cooper s Tavern, joining corned beef and cabbage and bangers and mash.
I donât suppose any of us will forget last March 17, a dismal day in the annals of drinking and dining and the edge of the cliff as taverns and restaurants began to shut down.
This year, things are looking up. As you might expect, Irish food will be front and center on the March 17 menu at
Editor’s note: In observance of Martin Luther King Jr. Day, the Forward is resurfacing some of our recent coverage related to the Black-Jewish experience and racial justice. This article originally appeared in August, 2020.
Half of the students in the Zoom class were from Liberty Grace Church of God, a Black Baptist church in Baltimore. The other half attended the Jewish day school affiliated with Beth Tfiloh Congregation, in the Baltimore suburbs.
One teacher was Black and Christian. The other was white and Jewish.
Over a week in July, they gathered together on Zoom to plan an iPad-guided historical walking tour of the city’s Forest Park section, which in the 1950s and early 1960s was integrated Black and Jewish.
Santa Cena
December 14, 2020
My mom and I don’t have much in common. She’s fire, and I’m water. She’s bold and brave and well, I’m not. This disconnect was especially difficult to deal with when I was a child. I would watch her from afar, tiny gears turning in my young mind trying to figure out what was on her mind. I learned a lot from just watching her. When she was upset she would purse her lips in a pout, and it would stay that way until she would calm down.
There was no doubt that my mother loved me. She showed me every single day in every warm bowl of food and every too-tight embrace. But, no matter what I did, there was always something that made us different. My sister, on the other hand, was her mirror image. Pursed lips and all. Our fights would often end in tears, on my part of course. She could cut through skin with just her tongue and it’s been that way since she was born.