Rabbi Brian’s Highly Unorthodox Gospel
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Last week’s article engaged readers from the start with the information that I, a rabbi, sleep in a tent on Yom Kippur and don’t go to the synagogue. The first line of any piece of writing, the hook, has got to set the tone and draw the reader in. And it did.
I’ve removed the bedding from the green-and-tan dome tent that I used last night in my Portland, Oregon backyard. And I’ve just brought my favorite, very-faded, red camping chair into the tent. I’m currently sitting in the 10+-year-old chair, listening to the sounds of rain on the top of the tent, and writing the words
For months since Emmett got his driver’s license, I haven’t understood why he doesn’t just drive. He knows how, after all. This short article will explain it. — Before the pandemic, I bought a French horn and began taking lessons. I wasn’t skilled when I began, but nobody is. It’s not a matter of “you
Learning (forgiveness) Read More »
My son, age 12, walked me face-first into a telephone pole. I forgave him. This is a story about forgiveness, acceptance, and understanding. The family is walking, with our friend Betsy, towards a pizza dinner. Jane and Betsy are chatting and I’m goofing with the kids. I put Emmett’s 12-year-old head under my left hand
Forgiveness. A Time I did it right. Read More »
0 Likes Beloved reader, Today’s newsletter is not a story with a moral, nor is it a lesson, nor is it some explanation about some aspect of the spiritualigious life. Today’s newsletter is a simple hello. A humble letter. From me to you. About me and my book.
A letter. From : me • To : you • Re : me & book Read More »
In article 17/40—Hey, I love You—I divulged my penchant for phoning friends for no reason other than to just connect. Here’s another story that follows my doing so. Surprise. (Funny?) After finding one dog’s missing leash in the kitchen and chucking to myself as to why it was there, I leash up both of my
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******** A long narrative based in my first year of rabbinical school ******** Jerusalem, 1993 Most of my classmates claim two qualities I don’t have. They feel a magnetic pull to the land, and they have heard “callings.” I was never bitten by the Israel bug. To me, it’s a piece of land
******** My book manuscript is currently with the literary agent. I’m anxious about it and its future. This article set in 1986 is about that. ******** It’s fourth period. Chemistry class. I hate chemistry class. Dr. Nobile. I hate Dr. Nobile. Chemistry is stupid. Dr. Nobile and his ridiculous laugh and
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Dr. Wayne Dyer: “I can choose peace rather than this.” Good for him. – Part 1 Los Angeles. Early morning, late spring. Twelve years ago. I pick Nagy up from the porch of his Mid-Wilshire home. He is waiting patiently, wearing saffron robes, perennially jolly, just like one expects
Anything but peace? No, thank you. Read More »