Other Mysteries

Other Mysteries

 

As I approach our parked 2010 blue Subaru Forester, I hand the remote and key from my left hand to my right.
 

Hardly thinking or noticing my actions, I insert the metal key into the door lock and twist. I feel the mechanism turn. I pull out the key, open the door, get in, sit down, insert the same key into the ignition, twist, and start the engine.
 

As my right arm returns toward my body, my foot on the brake, the engine running, about the shift from park, I realize something surprising.
 

I unlocked the door with the key!
 

I usually (always, except for this incident) unlock the car with the remote, not the key. 
 

Why?
 

Why did I do it differently?
 

WHY DID I DO THAT?!
I don’t know.
I’m trying to be okay with that.
And, other mysteries.
 

 

Stuff Gets To Me

✧✧✧ As I pack up to leave after my workout, someone asks me, “Hey, Rabbi, how are things going?” I’m not one for small talk. Especially after being called by my title. “Well,” I reply. “I’m sad.” “Why?” “I’m thinking about the girls who went to school in the morning in Minab, Iran—over a hundred of them—killed by a bomb.”

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My Letter to Habakkuk

✧✧✧ To my dearest pen pal, Habbakuk: First, let me say, no one remembers the prophets who did not deliver on the goods. Your predictions came true. And, 2500+ years later, you are still remembered. Do you remember Lenny, that guy? Kept going around Judea telling people “the goats will lay down in green pastures,” and, then, remember? It started

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Me, Rabbi.

✧✧✧   I am a rabbi.   I have a Masters Degree in Hebrew letters and a Doctorate of Divinity, and I am ordained as a rabbi.   I have each credential framed, in my office, just behind where I sit.   They’re not individually affixed to the wall—they lean against one another in a stack.   I like the

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