In the small American town where I live (population 20,000), there are only a few Jewish homes in which, on Friday evenings, candles are being lit and blessings recited over wine and challah. In our own home, where the Sabbath is welcomed each week, the day’s special character is customarily augmented by the presence of guests. These dinner guests are almost always of Christian descent, if not confession, and are often witnessing the Sabbath-table ritual for the first time. For our children and us, it is an amazing opportunity, week after week, to share this treasure with our kind American neighbors.
The Narrow Bridge
Some end-of-year remarks on the path of life, spoken in honor of those who do end-of-life work.