When We Can’t See the Future, Creating Light in the Darkness

Posted by Jen Gubitz
On September 30, 2020
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High Holy Days, Rabbi Gubitz, Sermon

When our children recall this difficult time, may they forget the fear, and remember the zoom calls where we yearned for connection and stayed true to our deepest values. May they remember how we loved one another.

Posted by Jen Gubitz
On September 29, 2020
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High Holy Days, Rabbi Gubitz, Sermon

Posted by tisrael
On October 11, 2019
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Grief and memory hold hands as broken-hearted we find our way through the Jewish year. Grief and memory hold hands as we search for solace, as we travel from impermanence to joy, from narrowness to freedom, to wisdom and learning, to renewal and return. Such that when we return to them in this moment of […]

Posted by tisrael
On October 11, 2019
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“I saw your vagina ad. Yuck,” the email read, “was that really necessary?” The criticism came rolling in. And why? In response to a sign that was bold, bright, hip, and funky, plastered on kiosks throughout the Upper East and West Sides of Manhattan that read: “Even if you think kugel is an exercise you […]

Posted by tisrael
On October 8, 2019
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So what do we do? How do we live, and how have we lived, from summer weekend to summer weekend, from month to month, and year to year, century to century amid circles and circles of sorrow? Whether personal, communal, national or global, how do we live and how have we lived when it seems as if we go from destruction to destruction to destruction, from grieving to yearning to wailing?

Posted by tisrael
On May 12, 2018
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Story adapted from the Chassidic Tale, “the Ocean of Tears,” as printed in Leaves from the Garden of Eden, by Howard Schwartz It was with great sadness this week that the Jewish community lost a truly beloved Professor to so many. The President of Hebrew Union College-Jewish Institute of Religion, Rabbi Aaron Panken was our […]

The Golden iPhone, from FaceTime to Face-to-Face Sacred Time

Posted by tisrael
On March 10, 2018
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Sparkling, shimmering, gleaming and glistening, they were drawn towards its vibrance. And so they gathered together and bowed down to worship the golden hued metal, their new God fashioned from all that was precious to them. Sparkling, shimmering, gleaming and glistening, they gathered together and bowed down to worship their new God… a golden iPhone […]

Posted by tisrael
On September 22, 2017
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Riverway Project, Erev Rosh Hashanah 5778, Rabbi Jen Gubitz When she noticed a man approaching her tent, she saw that he was thin with a modest set of shoulders that hunched a bit, but exuded strength. And a soft jawline. She knew that jawline, that kind face. Could it really be? It had been so […]

Enough Light

Posted by tisrael
On February 4, 2017
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There are these images of them: they are bedraggled, in ragged clothing, hair disheveled, shoulders drooping, dark circles holding up their eyes. There are these images of them: they are holding one another, they are huddling around the fire, grasping at its heat and its light amid the plague of thick, thick darkness. Will he […]

Posted by tisrael
On August 16, 2016
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D’var Torah delivered during Riverway Project‘s Soul Food Friday at Temple Israel of Boston, August 12, 2016 Rows upon rows, shelves upon shelves, rooms upon rooms of series, of titles, of tables of contents, of chapters, of pages of books in the Boston Public Library. I was browsing and searching for just the right titles, just […]

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Youth

When We Can’t See the Future, Creating Light in the Darkness

Unfolding Our Theology in a Force Majeure World

Grief and Memory Hold Hands

Provocative Kugel: What Will I Make of My Life Today?

By the Light of the Moon: Living Jewishly in the Modern World

Searching for Your Teacher, When All That’s Left is His Teaching

The Golden iPhone, from FaceTime to Face-to-Face Sacred Time

Hagar and Isaac at the Well of Resilience; or #afterallthosethings

Enough Light

Fly High and Stick the Landing