A Message From Michael Ochs

Micah Changed My Life… and I am Forever Grateful

Dear Congregation Micah,

I am thrilled to share that on Friday, November 22, I’ll be back at Micah for Shabbat services with Cantor Josh and the Rabbis Rice. Words can hardly capture how wonderful it feels to be returning to my forever synagogue more frequently these days. It’s true what they say—there really is no place like home.

Although I’m still busy writing, recording, and performing around the world, I now find myself returning to Nashville more often. This has given me the chance to reflect on just how impactful Micah has been on my journey and the place Micah holds in my heart.

The truth is, Rabbi Ken Kanter and the congregation changed the course of my life. I first wandered into Micah for an open house—the grand opening of our current building—so late that everyone had already gone home. Everyone, that is, except Rabbi K., who greeted me warmly and asked about my work. His eyes lit up when I mentioned my music, and soon enough, he asked if I’d play piano at Micah on Friday nights. I initially said no, hesitant to take on the responsibility with my busy travel schedule—and my general fear of commitment! But he wouldn’t take no for an answer—thank you, Hashem! Before I knew it, I was behind the piano every Friday night… and there was nowhere else I would rather be.

When a song I wrote went on to win the Gospel Music Association’s Dove Award for Song of the Year, Rabbi K. looked at me and said, half-sarcastically, “Michael, here’s an idea… how about you write a song for your people?”

I had never even considered writing Jewish music before. Growing up, my shul didn’t allow instruments, and my father’s side of the family was Orthodox, so I was accustomed to the beautiful, old melodies sung a cappella. I hadn’t thought much beyond them—until Micah.

Rabbi K. kept encouraging me to write more Jewish music, and before long, I had reimagined the entire Shabbat service. I produced an album with Micah favorite Daniel Leanse on vocals, and soon, I was being commissioned to write songs for other congregations, the 92nd Street Y, and leading Shabbat services in synagogues from L.A. to Oslo, New York to Copenhagen. Congregation Micah truly changed the trajectory of my life.

But what I love most about Micah are the people who embraced me and my music all those years ago. These friends became my second family. We’ve laughed together, cried together, noshed together, mourned together, traveled to Israel together, welcomed Alaa and *The Pursuit of Harmony* to Micah, engaged in thoughtful dialogue on a myriad of difficult issues...and lifted our voices in song together. We’ve been there for each other. I often joke that Micah has been the longest relationship of my life!

So please join me on Friday, November 22, for Shabbat services. We’ll sing some of the songs that bring us that feeling of continuity and belonging. And maybe we’ll try one or two new ones that, hopefully, will feel like old favorites before long.

I look forward to sharing Shabbat with you, reminiscing, and creating new memories together.

Rabbi Laurie's Israel Trip Log: Day 6 & 7

Breishit bara Elohim… in the beginning God created…u-v’yom ha-shvi’I, sha-vat va’yi-nafash…and on the 7th day, God rested… SHABBAT!  And so too did your rabbi rest from blogging.  So where did I leave off?

After leaving the Kotel/Western Wall on Friday where we welcomed in Shabbat amongst the throngs of others who had come to do the same, we wove our way back through the Old City to the home of Hadar and Roni who welcomed us into their home for Shabbat dinner. It was a treat, to say the least! Homemade challah, plates and plates of beautiful and lovingly prepared food, wine. We sang, we ate, we blessed. It is always so lovely to be in the home of folks who live here and share their hospitality and experience with us. Roni and our guide, Avi, are in the same IDF unit and Roni is a chef by training. One of the special elements of this solidarity trip is that Avi was able to leverage some of the relationships that he has through his army service to enable us to experience things we otherwise would not have the chance, and to meet amazing individuals doing incredible things. One of the members of Avi’s unit, Aron, in his “spare time” rescues remaining Jews from the Sudan and brings them to Israel. He was able to share pictures and stories with us. In addition to ensuring the survival of our Jewish homeland, these soldiers are humans doing amazing things in their everyday lives.  

Shabbat morning meant sleeping in and, for me, prime time for a beautiful, long run through the Jerusalem Forest, one of my favorite places to go on Shabbat when the cars are few on the roads and something I used to do as a rabbinic student living in Jerusalem almost 30 years ago. Shabbat afternoon, several of us met Avi for a walking tour that would allow us a unique experience to wander through one of the oldest ultra-orthodox neighborhoods of Jerusalem, Mea Shearim.  I have many colleagues, especially female ones, who won’t step food in an ultra-orthodox neighborhood, and for good reason. Sociologically, I find the ultra-orthodox fascinating and I could stand on a street corner and observe for hours and hours. (For a great read on the ultra-orthodox, check out Samuel Heilman's Defenders of the Faith.)

Dressed in our most modest and conservative clothing, we made our way into the streets of Mea Shearim, and stepped into what might feel like a movie set to some and an alternative universe to others. Because it was Shabbat, men, women and children were walking to and fro, the men in their black or golden coats, black hats, some with their huge fur hats called shtreimels; women covered head to toe and in their Shabbat finery, young kids the mirror image of their parents.  The ultra-orthodox are not keen to groups walking through their neighborhood.  Not only do they not want to feel like there are on display (understandable), but they are not interested in outsiders poisoning the proverbial waters, if you will. 

It’s important to remember that many in the ultra-orthodox community are anti-Zionists.  They believe that when we(humans) created the Jewish State, it interfered with what should rightfully be something done by God, and that the current State of Israel is a devil/bastard version of what the Messiah will one day cause to be. Never mind that they have no problem benefiting from government funding and refuse to serve in the military, an issue at the forefront of Israeli society today.  I was shocked to see several Palestinian flags in the neighborhood as we strolled quickly through. Avi shared that many in the community are more supportive of the Palestinian cause than they are of Israel, as they feel that had Israel not been created “in sin” in 1948, there would not be the same strife with Palestinians. These are the same Jews whom the current Prime Minister, Benjamin Netanyahu, continues to appease in order to maintain his coalition and remain in power as PM. And it just gets more interesting and more complicated…

We exited Mea Shearim and stepped into East Jerusalem heading towards the Damascus Gate in order to enter the Old City. One of us mentioned that it was more comfortable to stand a kilometer from Gaza than to walk through Mea Shearim where we were clearly unwanted and unappreciated.  And Avi said the same about being in East Jerusalem, that it was more comfortable than strolling through Mea Shearim.  As we walked into the Old City, through the Damascus Gate, we saw Palestinians and Muslims also enjoying their day of rest, selling wares and visiting with one another.  Israeli police were visible to maintain the peace, but the only action of provocation that we encountered was from a group of rowdy yeshiva boys, marching 4-5 across through the main road of the Muslim quarter singing Zionists songs at the top of their lungs.  The police stayed close by in case their provocation caused a violent reaction, which it did not.  I asked Avi if he felt that kind of thing was (excuse my French) shitty. He said (this won’t surprise you) “it’s complicated.” On the one hand, no, he doesn’t like it. Why do they need to be provocative? It’s ugly behavior. On the other hand, Muslim/Palestinian provocation near the Damascus gate often takes the form of violence or stabbings, so given that reality, singing Zionist songs doesn’t feel so terrible.  We noticed several Israeli flags in the Muslim quarter and Avi explained that during Ariel Sharon’s time as Prime Minister, he really encouraged Jews to buy residences in the Muslim quarter, which Sharon did himself as well. It feels to me like a significant slight (aka middle finger) to the Muslim community and an ugly way of saying “this is all ours and won’t ever be yours,” but what do I know?  I am often wrong and have certainly changed my thinking about a lot with regards to Israel over the last 10-20 years.  It is our only Jewish nation and while the ideal would be to share it in peace, perhaps that is a fantasy reserved for dreamers only. Sigh.

The day ended with many in our group making havdallah and journeying just outside of Jerusalem to Gush Etzion to make a barbeque dinner for on-duty soldiers.  It’s the only picture from the day because… Shabbat!

On Sunday morning, our last day of the trip, we bid farewell to the best breakfast buffet on the planet (sniff, sniff) and headed back towards Tel Aviv for a day of learning and volunteering.  Our first stop was the ANU Museum which I had visited long ago but was delighted to tour again and has added a powerful exhibit on October 7th.  The ANU Museum, formerly known as the Diaspora Museum (ANU means "all of us" in Hebrew) has been renamed to capture the fact that the Jewish people is all Jews-- all denominations, all countries of origin.  

It’s a beautiful building on the campus of Tel Aviv University. At the end of our tour at the museum, we said goodbye to our guard and new beloved friend, Almog. Almog has also training to be a guide and is in the same unit with Avi. Before taking his leave of our group, Almog shared a personal story.  He said that his wife’s brother’s parents were murdered at Kibbutz Kfar Aza on the morning of October 7th. He didn’t tell us this when we were touring the kibbutz on Thursday morning because it’s still very raw for him. When that happened, he was given leave from his unit to attend the funeral and shiva. Almog and his family are what is known in Israel as chiloni, secular Jews. And the way he explained it, he said that his brother-in-law and his BIL’s family were very secular. When he was there for shiva, two ultra-orthodox men came to visit and Almog was instantly protective and angry, assuming that the men were there to explain how things should be done religiously and impose their form of Judaism on his family. To Almog’s surprise, they simply wanted to convey their condolences, to let the family know that “we are one big family” and that they were truly sorry for the loss. Almog was shocked. In that moment, he was comforted by and reminded of the fact we are am echad, truly one people, all connected by a shared beginning and a shared destiny.

From there, we travelled north to the Leket facility and distribution center. Leket is a food rescue non-profit. They feed 330 thousand people a week. On October 7th, they began feeding displaced people. They are fully donation based. Shira, our representative at Leket, told us that one of the goals of Hamas on October 7th was to destroy Israel’s agriculture production. 75% of Israel’s vegetables are grown along the Gaza border. On October 7th, they burned fields and destroyed agricultural equipment. Thai workers have supplied a lot of the farm work labor in Israel and 30000 Thai workers were called back to Thailand after October 7th.  Israeli tanks going to fight the war in Gaza have further destroyed the land along the border of the strip. Yet another layer to the complexity of this current matzav that we don’t know or think about. Layers upon layers of complexity. Leket has sent 100 thousand volunteers to farms in the south to support the farmers, and now some up north as well. Their work allows people to actually eat produce and vegetables who otherwise couldn’t. Our group spent our time at the facility packing avocados.  We packed over 3000 pounds of avocados which will feed approximately 800 families.

From Leket, we travelled to central Tel Aviv to visit Hostage Square. This is where the families of those murdered and kidnapped on October 7th have set up tents and created art installations to keep the reality of 101 remaining hostages in tunnels in Gaza in the forefront of our minds (the world) and the minds of members of Israeli parliament. As I write this blog, it’s been 407 days of captivity for those still stolen away in Gaza.  407 days, 60 meters below the earth’s surface. We stopped to talk with one gentleman from Kibbutz Be’eri which was ravaged on that fateful morning. His grandchildren were kidnapped along with their mother, father, and grandmother. Four.  members of the family were returned in the early hostage deal in November of 2023.  The granddaughter, Yael, was 3 when she was taken, and her brother was 7. During the 55+ days they were captives, they were not permitted to speak. When they returned, they still did not speak out of fear. Both have significant lingering issues and difficulties as a result of their trauma from that time. And they are just 2.

After a parting dinner together, we are off to the airport for our respective flights back to the States. This was undoubtedly one of the more impactful trips to Israel that I have taken, although I have truly loved every trip for different reasons. Every single Israeli we met thanked us profusely for coming. All we could say was thank you in return for safeguarding our home. It has been a week of mutual appreciation. What I can say with certainty is that coming to Israel has been a homecoming, and that Israel needs us to come as much as I needed to be here.

Rabbi Laurie's Israel Trip Log: Day 5

I began my day with a nice run along the former train track the travels from west Jerusalem south. Jerusalem has supreme people watching. During my morning miles, I saw Orthodox women running in their skirts, a fully covered Muslim woman working out at an outdoor park, and a monk in a long brown robe walking the same path I was running.  Throughout Jerusalem, there are mini-libraries where folks can take a book and leave a book, and it is common to see elderly sitting nearby on benches, visiting with one another, sometimes reading.  Jerusalem stone is everywhere (not ideal for running when wet) and the sky was a siren-free, piercing blue.

After another ridiculously decadent Israeli breakfast, we made our way to Mt. Herzl, the cemetery where all former Prime Ministers of Israel (except 3… do you know which ones? Answer at the end of this log entry!) We started at the grave of Theodore Herzl which sits at the very top of the property.  Herzl is considered the father of Zionism with the Dreyfuss affair acting as the catalyst to move Herzl to push for a Jewish state in our ancestral homeland (https://www.nli.org.il/en/discover/judaism/jewish-history/dreyfus-affair).  The property of Mt. Herzl is stunning and it is shared by Yad VaShem, the Holocaust museum and memorial. Yad VaShem sits at the lowest point of the property, symbolizing that the Holocaust was the lowest point in history for the Jewish people. Herzl’s grave sits at the highest point on the property, symbolizing that the creation of the Jewish state was/is the highest point in history for the Jewish people.  Interesting piece of trivia: there are no dates of birth or death at Herzl’s grave. Why? I believe it is because every day the concept of Zionism and the need for a Jewish homeland, a place where we can have self-determination and the ability to defend ourselves, is essential and therefore ongoing. It didn’t just happen in 1948. It is something we have to safeguard and defend every day, then and now.

We left Herzl’s grave and went on to visit Yitzhak Rabin and his wife Leah. We spoke about Rabin as a visionary for peace. Politics aside—whether you thought he was a good leader or not, whether you agree with the concept of land for peace or not—Rabin represents the idea that Israel can and will one day live in peace. Rabin’s commitment to that vision was undeniable and he was a leader who put his people before himself, an admirable quality in any politician and not always a given, unfortunately. 

We noted that between Yad VaShem and Herzl’s grave lie all the graves of those who have given their lives in defense of the State of Israel. I shared Jonatan Alterman’s famous and touching poem, The Silver Platter, which reminds me, a diaspora Jew, that I have been gifted this Jewish homeland without sacrifice and that that is a luxury and a privilege I must not forsake or take for granted. (https://zionism-israel.com/hdoc/Silver_Platter.html)

Next, we were treated to a conversation with Haviv Gur, a journalist with the Times of Israel who covers the region.  Settle in because what Haviv had to share with us was INCREDIBLE and I did my best to write it all down (which was a feat in and of itself since I was typing on my iPhone).  Here’s what he shared:

“The war has reached a point at which there are two clocks running at the same time: the first is the strategic and critical need to do something big in Iran, and the second, the exhaustion of the Israeli army.

On October 7, the Israeli army realized that Hamas in Gaza also exists in Syria and Yemen and Lebanon and are all strong due to Iranian support. They are proxies aligned against us. We (the Israeli public) woke up to the understanding that what Hamas just did to us, they all want to do, and when they can, they will. After October 7, there was a military call up of 300,000 men and women to the army.  The single largest call up in the history of Israel. And these reservists spent months in service, and missed months of work and family. The army is exhausted. Tens of thousands have lost businesses and jobs. Families are hurting terribly. Many who have been serving have PTSD, and many have been wounded and killed. If the Lebanon war expands deeper into Lebanon--a lot of the drone and missile reserves of Lebanon are deeper into the country from the border--if Israel decides to go for it, we will have hundreds of dead soldiers and wounded just from that expansion. The call up cannot be permanent. Some units had 100 percent call up. At first, after October 7th, 130 percent wanted to be called up. Today, due to exhaustion, 75 percent show up to a call up. It’s a problem. 

Israel is a small country. Not like the US. The US military can sustain a major presence without really feeling it. Israel cannot afford it. So that’s one clock that’s ticking. And that’s driving a lot of decisions in the actual war. 

Israel has concluded that no one is coming to save Gaza from around the world: not the Saudi’s or the Emirates or the Egyptians. Half of Gaza society is under the age of 18. Hamas has ruled there for 17 years. So, half of Gaza is raised on a Gaza curriculum. You have got to fundamentally change the religious and ideology of Gaza. Rebuild the schools. Israel will not be able to successfully come in and say: The Islam you learned is not true. Please have this Islam instead. The Jews can’t do that, and the Muslim world is not doing it either.  The Saudi’s, for example, want a de-radicalized world, but the Saudi’s are completely incompetent. They don’t have a functional army. The Emirates do have an elite special forces, but there is no serious standing army. So even if the Saudi’s were willing to take Gaza, the only way they could do it is if Hamas is destroyed and removed from power in Gaza. But the Saudi’s couldn’t even fight them on behalf of the Jews if they wanted to because they physically can’t do it.  Hamas would be able to defeat Saudis. The Saudis are cowardly along with the rest of the Shiite world that would love for Israel to get rid of the Sunni menace for them.

Hamas built out a strategy in Gaza that is so unimaginably cruel that we did not believe it when it happened. On October 7th, we were in one sense shocked that they breached our super smart-AI fence in about 20 minutes. They ruled Gaza for 17 years and built nothing except 500 km of tunnels. Do you know what 50 km is? It’s more than the New York subway system or London tube system. Astonishing. And why did they spend every dime of foreign aid on these tunnels rather than on improving the livelihood of the Palestinian people in their care? So that they could put our people (kidnapped hostages) and their fighting forces in a place where we cannot get to them. These tunnels are not in rural areas. They run underneath the cities, which allows Hamas to force the enemy (Israel) to cut through the cities as the only way to come for them. And no civilian can go in the tunnels to hide and protect themselves. And in order for us to get to Hamas, we have to destroy Gaza. And kill civilians while doing it. Hamas planned this for 12 years. The destruction of Gaza they planned for 12 years. That’s astonishing. The destruction of Gaza is their actual policy. We realized that Hezbollah in the north Hamas in the south are willing to destroy their own societies in order to destroy us (Israel). That’s what we realized on October 7th. And we need to run Gaza now because no one else is going to do it besides Israel. 

So how do we face enemies on all fronts who are willing to destroy all their own societies to destroy us? There is no doubt that Gaza civilians are suffering.  There are no schools. No income. No help. They are totally reliant on humanitarian aid. There are 900 truck loads just sitting there and no one will distribute the aid because Hamas attacks whoever tries and especially when it’s the Israelis. So, civilians suffer even more. By the way, no one is dying of hunger. The news will tell you that they are. The news is lying AND there is immense suffering. But there is no other option for Israel. It’s a disaster for the civilians of Gaza. Hamas has never and still does not care about them AT ALL.

What else… Nasrallah (leader of Hezbollah in Lebanon) was taken out by Israelis in Beirut, and it was incredible. Nasrallah planned an October 7th attack in the north on a much larger scale. But really, September 27th was the big news. The big news was that the bomb that took out Nasrallah was a bomb built on a brand-new Israeli production line that runs 24/7 and never turns off. We are weaning ourselves off of our dependence upon foreign states to give us arms. We make our own weapons now and use only the minimum amount we need. We look at where we need to hit a building to take it out with just one hit. We want the air force to do more so ground troops can do less. Counter the exhaustion present in the army. An Air Force attack takes two people. A ground offensive could be 150 people. So, we have expanded the missile economy, and this has been awesome. 

In Gaza: we broke it; we own it; we have to fix it. It’s a long-term project and difficult, and this will not end soon. Lebanon is the opposite. We have weakened Hezbollah massively as a strategic actor. Lebanon can rebuild quickly, but at the moment, it’s on its ass. In Gaza, there is nothing other than Hamas. In Lebanon, there is a lot of the rest of Lebanon that is not Hezbollah, and these citizens are turning on Hezbollah and want a country that is not a battlefield between Iran and Israel. We want to deescalate Lebanon fast so we can lower the cost and while elevating the achievements. 

What’s the best way to deescalate the war in Lebanon? We need to take the war to Iran. None of this would be happening without Iran. The Hamas that carried out October 7th was fully funded by Iran. Iran pays as little cost as possible while they use their proxies to do whatever necessary at their expense to make Israel unlivable. But now Israel is getting smart, and knows its strategy should be massive escalation that has massive costs to Iran. Iran wants to destroy the Jews for religious reasons and we need to make it so costly for Iran that it’s not worth it for them. Israel has something on her side: escalation dominance, and we have more it than the Iranians. We are at the bottom of our curve, and they are at their top. We killed their guy in Damascus, and they launched a massive amount of missiles that did nothing. What did we do in response? We shot just three and hit them right by their nuclear missile center. And then we took out the guy in Tehran. And the Iranians did another missile attack which was more successful but not successful as far as actual damage. And Israel’s response was to take out their air defense system and missile production factories. We lowered their escalation curve. We flew over Tehran for SIX hours without them being able to do anything. And the best part: some of the Israeli pilots were women! This is a fascinating factoid for the Iranian opposition. Because in Iran, there are parts of the society that is secularizing as a response to the religious fundamentalism of the regime, so women flying over Iran is part of the message and helping fuel that split in their society

The Iranians know they are weak, and now everyone else does also. They don’t have a nuclear warhead right now. They are so weak now. This is the time or Israel and her allies (the US) to push them back. Break their economy and their nuclear capability. We need the US to help do this. We don’t need to fix Iran. We can just break it. In Gaza, we have to fix it. Let’s avoid at all costs a war in Lebanon. Best way to do this is exact massive costs to those funding the war in Lebanon by hitting Iran. 

In the US, you hear a lot about planning for the day after in Gaza?  “What’s the plan after?” is what the US keeps asking.  The thing is, we don’t have to plan for the day after in Gaza because there is no day after without getting rid of Hamas. There is no solution regardless of how you feel about Israel without getting rid of Hamas. America has no idea of Iran’s atrocities in the region. Assad would not have been able to slaughter 600 thousand in Syria without Iran’s backing. The Christian community in Syria that was once 10 percent of the population: GONE. And guess what? Nobody cares. Nobody noticed. That’s Iran. 85,000 children starved to death purposefully in Yemen in 2018 and no one cares or notices and there are no protests on US college campuses. That’s Iran. What’s happening in Gaza has happened over and again and so much worse. Iran is destroying nations on the altar of a religious mission to destroy Israel.

We were inclined to give Haviv a standing ovation. I wished everyone I knew and then some could have heard his talk. I did my best to recount it above.

As we made our way out of Mt. Herzl, we came upon a funeral for an IDF commander killed two days ago in Lebanon. Thousands had come to pay honor to this man who some knew, and others did not. In Israel, everyone knows everyone.  This is everyone’s war and everyone is affected in some way. 

And finally… because I know you have been waiting with bated breath… the three Prime Ministers NOT buried at Mt. Herzl are: Ariel Sharon, Menachem Begin and David Ben Gurion.  

We spent the afternoon at Machane Yehuda, the main shuk (marketplace) in Jerusalem.  The crowds were insane! We bought some halva, good olive oil, and had a bite to eat.  From there we changed clothes and made our way to the Old City and the Kotel/Western Wall to bring in Shabbat with the throngs of soldiers, yeshiva students, and ultra-orthodox who were doing the same.  From the shuk and the Kotel, you would never know that Israel is experiencing hardship and tough times.  The joy and celebration for Shabbat was higher than I have ever seen it.  And so it is with the Jewish state… and the Jewish people.  Joy is our superpower, and no one can strip us of it: not Hamas, not Iran… no one.

Shabbat shalom…

Rabbi Laurie's Israel Trip Log: Day 4

This was a very heavy day. So, let's begin on a light note. If you have ever been to Israel, then you understand the goodness contained in these two important words: Israeli breakfast. I had forgotten the extent to which the Israeli breakfast is truly breathtaking. Spectacular. Take-your-breath-away stunning. Our very early morning began with an INCREDIBLE Israeli breakfast before boarding the minibus to head south towards the Gaza envelope. I could write an entire entry on the array of delectable treats on the breakfast buffet, but you will just have to come and see for yourself on a future visit. You won't be disappointed.

We left Jerusalem heading south towards Gaza. On the drive, Avi, our amazing guide, pointed out various sites of interest.  We passed the monastery where it is believed that Mary and Joseph rested on their way to Bethlehem. We drove along the contentious security barrier that runs between the West Bank and Israel. Avi also primed us on some history of the Gaza area. 

Lest the day be entirely void of some sort of commentary on our recent presidential election, we were stopped at a checkpoint heading south.  The IDF soldier who got on our minibus to check us out was excited to learn that we were from Nashville and pointed to a sticker on his M-16. It was a picture of our incoming 47th president, and this sweet young soldier said with a big smile, “Trump will make America great again!” And with that, we were approved to continue on down the road.

Along the way, yellow ribbons could be seen along the road as we moved further south from Sderot to Gaza along what is known as the death road, 232. This is the road that was infiltrated by Hamas terrorists and civilians on October 7th.  We passed "death shelters" which were simply road-side shelters in which many people took cover after hearing the initial rockets on the 7th, but they turned into death traps for those hiding when the terrorists came with their artillery and murdered them en masse.

We arrived at our first stop for the day: Kibbutz Kfar Aza. Rabbi Flip and I had been here in January. So, I was prepared for what we would see. The carnage had been cleaned up a bit since my last visit. You could still see where homes had been burned, bullet holes everywhere, and one home left as a memorial to the carnage of what occurred all over the kibbutz that fateful morning.  It is still amazing to note how close we stood to Gaza. We not only could see Gaza through the trees, but we could hear the explosions which undoubtedly rattled some in our group.  But our guide, Tzachi, assured us that the bombs going off in the distance loud and strong was "the sound of freedom... don't worry!"  Tzachi also told us in no uncertain terms, "We are on the front line of the world here in the Gaza envelope.  If we fail here, the entire world will lose." Which left me thinking about (rather frustratingly) how the world needs Israel to succeed but will surely criticize her actions every step along the way.  

One image no Israeli will ever forget from the morning of October 7th is that of the paraglider flying into Israel from Gaza.  Where did the Hamas operative learn to paraglide? In Israel, of course! They learned to glide in Netanya, as part of a peace exchange wherein they were brought to Netanya and taught to glide and GIVEN the gliders. Many of the people who did the most damage and looting and killing in Kfar Aza were not members of Hamas but average Gazan citizens who knew the borders had been breached and came over with axes and hammers and their weapons of choice to do unspeakable things. But because we are Jews and memory is of the upmost importance to us, we will speak of those things.  So we never forget. Again. Tzachi shared, "This is the front line. A resident gets up and thinks about work and family and education and the resident in Gaza gets up and thinks about breaching the border and murdering. It’s the difference between light and darkness.”

Then we met a resident of Kfar Aza, Yoav Bibas. Yoav was not at the kibbutz on the 7th because he was visiting his girlfriend in Beersheva for Simchat Torah. But his parents were locked in their safe room for 22 hours. As he told his family's story, we couldn't figure out how he seemed so light and almost joyful. So we asked him, and he said that he was smiling because on Oct 7 his mission started. His mission of not letting them win. And this brings him joy. We continued to tour, viewing the horror of that morning in one particular home that has been left as a memorial.

Tzachi let us know that some residents have already moved back to help in the rebuilding and that the kibbutz plans to be fully operational and inhabited by summer of 2026. 

We left Kfar Aza and headed to the nearby Nova Festival site. There, we met with Aliya, the mother of Maya who was murdered on October 7th. I have always wondered: Did Hamas know about the Nova festival and plan to attack? Some Israelis say that the assault of October 7th was supposed to be a coordinated attack with Hamas in the South and Hezbollah from the North, and not necessarily on October 7th. But when Hamas knew about Nova, they realized it was their "biggest bang for the buck" and had to capitalize on it. We won't ever really know, but the Nova Festival attack actually kept the terrorists from advancing further north because they got held up at the festival. Some say the initial plan was to go all the way up to Beersheva with the assault.

At the festival, people were dancing til 6:29 when the music stopped. Everyone looked for a way out. Maya, Aliya's daughter, got out and made it to a roadside "death" shelter with 40 other people. By 8:15 am, half of them had been murdered; one kidnapped, 12 survived. 413 people in total were murdered from the Nova Festival: mutilated, raped, burned alive, left for dead. They came to celebrate life, and the terrorists came to celebrate death. Aliya said that she has lived her life thinking there are people on "the other side" willing to talk but now she really isn't sure. The murdered that day ranged in age between 16 and 73 years old.  So many bodies had been scattered in the surrounding fields from the festival that he parks authority put GPS on the vultures and were able to find many bodies as a result.  Sit with that for just a moment.

To read about how some attempted to survive at the festival, read here about those who hid in a nearby dumpster.

As we left the Nova site, we stopped to pay homage to and visit the roadside shelter where Hersh had hidden and from which he had been kidnapped. 

Next, we travelled to the southern city of Sderot which is no stranger to rocket fire and huddling in shelters.  They have lived amongst the constant rain of rockets since 2001.  On the morning of October 7th, Hamas terrorists entered Sderot through the main entrance of the city. They came prepared to murder. A family of four—mother, father, and two young daughters-- were leaving the city early to spend the holiday away from the noise of rockets. But, as they were about to head out  the main entrance, just as the terrorists were entering, the sirens went off and, as is customary, they stopped their car and got out to find a nearby shelter.  That is when the terrorists murdered the mother and father.  When the police finally reached the car and attempted to rescue the young daughters, one said, "Atemshel Yisrael? Are you on our side? One of us?"  The memorial in Sderot is a compliation of 18 (chai—life) pillars, some engraved with the most memorable words or moments from that day.

Before leaving Sderot, we stopped to view a mural of a Torah atop the police station that was taken over by Hamas militants until it was destroyed by the Israeli army in order to destroy the infiltrating terrorists, with Hebrew letters floating up to the sky.  The meaning: they can try to burn us, but they can’t take our spirit. They can't take our souls. Even if they were to burn the very pages of the Torah itself, every letter in the Torah represent a Jewish life and they can never extinguish our souls. 

After leaving Sderot, we headed to our last stop of the day before heading back towards Jerusalem. We visited the car cemetery, an unusual memorial which is a collection of the cars that were destroyed, burned, gutted with bullets and MPGs, as well as some of the vehicles used by the Hamas terrorists on October 7th.

But it was really less of a site of burnt cars and more of a site of burnt souls.  After October 7th, families began to show up and claim the cars and the cars themselves began to take on the souls of those who once drove them, attempted to flee in them, used them as part of their rescue mission to save others at their own expense. There was an entire ambulance where 18 members of the Nova Festival were murdered.  After throwing an RPG at the vehicle, the terrorists then set it on fire and all the bodies within were burned, some of them alive.  An ambulance is where you can go to be safe. Not this time. 

The guide who shared the stories of the various cars for us at the site said that she always believed in peace with Gaza, for 25 years, and then on October 7th, they came to destroy her.  To devour her. She told us that Hamas came with a handbook of what to do if you find a Jew. "Fill your hands with blood. Cut out their heart. Cut out their liver."  

A Holocaust survivor once told the story that when he went to synagogue in Berlin before the war, he was walking, and he fell ,and the Germans laughed at him and said, "You fall like a Jew," and he said, "I fall like a human, but I get up like a Jew." 

Through every testimony we heard today, whether in Kfar Aza, at the Nova Festival, in Sderot or at the car cemetery, the prevailing message was: We choose life, we choose light, we will prevail, we will overcome. 

Tzachi closed our day in the Gaza envelope together with these words: "I know Arabs. I know Islam. I have been in the Gulf with my family and seen an Islam of peace and tolerance and wisdom. That’s not what’s happening in Gaza. It is a perversion. It is darkness." 

After a long 2 hour drive back to Jersulem, we were reunited with my now-old friend Nissimmi who treated us to the most delicious chef's dinner, curated just for us. From the food to the wine to the conversation, it was delicious through and through. On a crisp, fall Jerusalem evening, we left Nissimmi's and made the 25- minute walk back to our hotel only to fall into bed after a very full day, with full bellies, and full hearts. Am Yisrael Chai!

Rabbi Laurie's Israel Trip Log: Day 3

I began the day in Herzliya at the Lerches, and headed out the door for another beautiful run along the Mediterranean.  Sometimes people watching in Israel is akin to people watching in New York City-- you never know what you might see!  Two days in a row, I saw this lady power walking on the beach with her adorned umbrella. Today, I had to stop and snap a photo.

I bid goodbye to my wonderful hosts and headed to Jerusalem. I LOVE JERSUALEM. It truly feels like coming home to the city where Rabbi Flip and I first met, where I lived for a summer during a college, and then for a year during my first year of rabbinic school.  I know this town. I have walked her streets. I feel she knows me as well and is happy I am back. We are old friends, she and I.

After dropping my bags at the hotel, I strolled to get something to eat before meeting up with the rest of the group from Nashville, arriving today.  I walked past the Taube campus of the Hebrew Union College which was recently expanded under the brilliant auspices of architect Moshe Safdie, the same architect who designed Yad Vashem  (the Holocaust museum in Jerusalem) and the National Library of Israel amongst other international wonders.  I sat and had a typical Israeli salad of fresh peppers, tomatoes, feta cheese, bulgar, cranberries and cucumber. And as I glanced across the street from the cafe where I sat, another reminder that many (not all) Israelis are very happy about the outcome of our recent presidential election.

From lunch, I made my way up towards the Supreme Court and the Knesset where I met up with the Nashville group just arriving in from the airport.  It was great to see Rabbi Saul and his daughter, Ravi, and the other travelers with our group. Our first stop together was a tent outside of the Supreme Court, adjacent to the Knesset, where there are folks holding vigil and honoring the fallen soldiers since October 7th. Our wonderful guide, Avi, explained to us that this group represents more of the "right " in Israel, in that they want to see the war to the end no matter what.  From there, we walked the equivalent of two blocks to another tent where family members of hostages are holding vigil for those still held in Gaza. Avi explained that this group represents the "left" in that they want to end the war now, an immediate ceasefire, and make any kind of deal, at any price, to bring home the remaining hostages.  At this tent, we heard directly from three people holding vigil.

Roni: When someone is calling for help, we need to save them.  We cannot ignore it.  It is not enough to say that we want them out. We need to do all we can do to bring them home. We must make a deal with heavy prices and get them back. And then if the deal is broken, we can go back and fight after if we need to.  If we don't bring them home, we betray them.  And they have already been betrayed once when our border did not protect them.  This is basic Jewish values. Basic human values. Not to be a bystander. I cannot beleive we are just letting them die there.  

Yossi: It is a basic law of Israel that everyone must be protected.  It is the law of the state.  The government is influenced by the public and so we need to convince the public. Parliament does not act enough. And they need to act immediately.

Oren: I am a family physician from South near the Gaza border. I have come here with other doctors on strike because we feel things are only getting worse.  We see increases in depression, sleep issues, small children won't go anywhere alone, people having panic attacks, kids bed wetting, and all other preexisting health issues are out of control for people (hypertension, diabetes, etc.) and the only way to help my patients is to stop the war and bring home the hostages. Most Israelis are in some kind of depression. The rebuilding and rehabilitation of the  country will only start when we bring the hostages back and stop the war.

Tomorrow morning, we head south towards Gaza...

Rabbi Laurie's Israel Trip Log: Day 2

Today was a “down” day, meaning it was not as much a day of touring as it was a day of “being” in Israel. My hosts, Micah’s former Executive Director Celia Lerch and her husband, Aaron, and two kids, Archer and Shoshana, live in a lovely home in Herzliya. Herzliya sits on the Mediterranean about 30 minutes north of Tel Aviv.  After a reasonable night of sleep, I headed out for a morning run along the water. The town was peaceful and there were plenty of folks walking, running, surfing, doing yoga, and drinking coffee up and down the coastline.  

It would be easy to forget this is wartime. Except that the images of kidnapped hostages are visible in many places and lots of Israelis wear the “bring them home” dog tag around their neck or a yellow pin on their jacket.  When we think of the war, our thoughts most often turn south to Gaza, where the assault of October 7 took place. However, the north is currently the region from which Israelis are largely displaced and where most of the causalities are taking place. Just last month, over 80 members of the IDF died in service in the north, and Israeli citizens are advised not to travel north even to Caesarea or Haifa. 

As I ran along the coast, I wondered what my plan would be should I hear a siren. As it turns out, if you are driving in a car when the sirens sound, you are supposed to pull over and get out of the car and on the ground and cover your head. Same if you are walking on the street NOT near a restaurant, shop or home that might have a shelter. Lie on the ground and cover your head. This is to protect the head from shrapnel. 

In Israel, it’s not uncommon to move from the serious to the mundane and back again, like a monkey mind that bounces from thought to thought, so too with this blog as I try to adjust to the jet lag and digest all that I experience. That’s my explanation for moving from “what to do if there is a rocket attack” to “I may have had the best hummus of my life today.”  Truly. I think what makes Israeli hummus so amazing is the amount and quality of tahini that’s used. I imagine that not all American brands even use tahini and if they do, not very much. It’s really the key ingredient. I am seriously considering bringing hummus back in my suitcase but, as you might imagine, the potential of leakage is concerning. Stay tuned on that one.

I decided to take an afternoon nap because as it turns out, in my 6th decade of life, adjusting to an 8 hour time change takes a bit of time, and I was tired today. Just as I started to drift off, Hezbollah decided it was ripe time to send rockets in our direction.  The sirens began, but they were not actually hitting in our direct neighborhood so while we could hear them, we weren't required to move into the shelter. See the attached picture for the various locations of rocket drops all surrounding Herzliya.  None of this is new to Israelis. I went on with my nap and Israel went on with her day.

Before dinner, we headed to the local grocery... a mercolet which is an Israeli version of an AM/PM, and just around the corner from where Celia and Aaron live.  We bought provisions for dinner-- fresh hummus, pita, haloumi to pan sear with drizzled honey and sesame, labneh, sumac and zatar for seasoning, fresh vegetables which render our vegetables stateside quite shameful, I must say.  If you know, you know.  And as I was checking out, the store clerk asked if I was from America.  When I answered, "yes", he continued: "Trump is bad for America, bad for the Jews, bad for the world."  I truly did not encourage him to continue, but he did regardless: "Trump sold Israeli secrets to the Russians who funneled them to the Iranians who used them against Israel in the October 7th attacks." I just stared, mouth open.  This... I had not heard before.  It sounded like a most crazy conspiracy theory, but as I have talked to several other locals, apparently this is believed (by some) to be true.  Again, fascinating that the Israeli public seems as divided about our newly elected president as the American public. And I continue to take it all in... 

Rabbi Laurie's Israel Trip Log: Day 1

I left BNA for JFK this afternoon because despite the strength of our Nashville Jewish community, we do not yet merit a direct flight from BNA to Tel Aviv-- fingers crossed for the future! I have been excited about this trip for weeks. Ever since returning from Israel in January, I have been eager to return. I felt it was a good sign that when I signed into my Facebook account while waiting to board at BNA, the picture that showed up in my memories  was one of a rainbow over the Old CIty of Jerusalem that our very own Micah member Jay Levy took while we were all travelling together 12 years ago.  

I had hours to wait in JFK in the international terminal and I couldn't help but people watch and notice that the international terminal of an airport might just be a natural (and perhaps much better version) of a United Nations.  China Air and El Al were boarding in neighboring gates, with another flight to Bogota, Colombia departing across the way. The mix of people waiting to travel was truly fascinating!  Because the Jewish world is as small as it is, I ran into Nissimmi at the gate. For those of you who attended the Yizkor service on the afternoon of  Yom Kippur, Nissimmi is the gentleman I spoke of who is a chef, rabbi and current IDF officer whose job it is to inform every family if and when they lose a loved one while serving.  Our small group of 12 will be with Nissimmi for dinner on Thursday night in his modest home in the Rehavia neighborhood of Jerusalem. I haven't seen him since we were there as a group of Nashville rabbis in January, and it was delightful to be reunited.  

Our conversation quickly turned to that of the election in the United States and the temperature of Israeli society at this time.  Nissimmi was not shy to express that he feels there are four elements upon which others-- Jewish and non-Jewish alike-- must agree for there to even be a conversation: 1) Israel has the right to exist 2) Israel has the right to defend herself 3) What happened on October 7 was an egregious and heinous act of hate and murder, and 4)  "From the river to the sea" means we intend to wipe Israel off the map.  Our conversation was cut short when we realized that we were waiting to board right next to the heroic Natan Sharansky, the Israeli politician, human rights activist, and author.  I admit I was a bit starstruck.  Nissimmi asked if I wanted to have a picture with him and I said, "No, it's ok." To which Nissimmi said to me, "Come on Rabbi Laurie, be a bit Israeli!" CHALLENGE ACCEPTED! I asked Mr. Sharansky if I could have a picture with him and he kindly obliged.  

The flight went by without incident. I noticed that our flight path into Israel took us south over Gaza City and then circled up north alongside the Dead Sea towards Tel Aviv.  I wondered if this flight path was perhaps due to security concerns, remembering that in past trips, we had come in directly across the Mediterranean to Tel Aviv.  The gentleman sitting next to me told me that the flights take a variety of paths into Israel and that they are often mixing up the GPS signal so it's not predictable.  And that once an airplane enters Israeli airspace, it is protected by the Iron Dome.  And that's when I realized that I was at no point, before departing or while flying, scared or nervous to come and be here.  

I made it through customs and picked up my bag fairly quickly, and I was in a Gett (an Uber) on my way north to Herzilya.  My driver inquired where I was from and when I told him the US--Tennessee--he wanted to speak only of the election.  He was very happy that Donald Trump will be our 47th president. He feels it is better for a stronger US and for foreign policy, which is better for the world and thus, for Israel.  I have a feeling this conversation will be ongoing throughout the trip when we speak with Israelis. He was adamant that Obama was not good for Israel, and he was certain Condoleeza wouldn't be either.  I reminded him, kindly, that her name was Kamala but I don't think it really mattered to him. I am struck by how invested Israelis are in US elections and reflect that while I may follow foreign elections from time to time, I am not nearly as invested.  And, as always, just an hour into being in Israel, so much to think about.  

And here we go!

Micah Artist/Scholar in Residence: Danny Maseng

This weekend for Simchat Torah, our community is in for a treat that is so special, it’s hard to put into words! But allow me to try.

Danny Maseng will be our guest musical artist and scholar in residence this Friday through Sunday.

Danny’s talent, creativity, knowledge and wisdom spans a breadth and depth unlike anyone I have ever met or worked with. I was lucky enough to get to know him during my time in Los Angeles. I started off as his student, and ended up getting to record and perform with him over the years. To have the chance to share his talents with the Micah community feels like coming full circle.

Here is a little bit of his bio to give you a taste of who he is:

Danny grew up in a "unique Jewish Israeli family, where everyone was an artist, philosopher or a professor," His grandfather, Rabbi Harry Davidowitz, translated the complete works of Shakespeare, Chaucer and Beowulf into Hebrew. His grandmother Ida B. Davidowitz was the first theater critic for The Jerusalem Post. His mother was an accomplished pianist, and his father was a poet and archeologist.

By age 10, Maseng was playing classical guitar. By 14, he was the star of one of Israel's first TV shows.

After moving to the US to appear on Broadway in "Only Fools Are Sad" in 1971, Maseng rushed back to Israel in October 1973 to serve his country in the Yom Kippur War. But he returned to the States in 1975 "to evaluate myself and my life," he said.

During his soul-searching period, Maseng turned to Zen Buddhism. "It took me 14 years of study and contemplative thought to realize that my own religion, Judaism, had everything I was seeking elsewhere," he said. "I eventually came back to my religion in a much stronger, deeper way.”

Since then, Maseng has released numerous albums, has appeared in films and on television, written books and a wrote and performed a play that he performed off-broadway as well as internationally called "Wasting Time With Harry Davidowitz." Using the stories of his grandfather, Harry, as a framework, the show traces Maseng’s own spiritual journey using homily and song.

For decades, Danny has served as Chazzan at congregations from New York to Los Angeles, and though he no longer serves a congregation in a full-time capacity, he was recently ordained as a Rabbi!

Danny is one of the most popular and respected composers of contemporary Liturgical and Synagogue music in the world. Some of his most popular liturgical settings (many of which you heard over the High Holy Days at Micah) include Mah Tovu, Elohai N’tzor, and Kedushah.

And if all that weren’t enough—Danny is now the author of a regular blog featured in the Times of Israel where he eloquently shares his opinions and thoughts on current events in the Holy Land.

This weekend you will have three opportunities to see, hear, and meet Danny. I hope you will take advantage of as many of them as possible.

Friday night at 6, Danny will lead us in prayer, song, and dance as we celebrate Shabbat and Simchat Torah along with our choir and guest musicians.

Saturday night at 7pm, Danny will present a “Havdallah Cafe” concert with stories and song.

And Sunday morning at 9:30, Danny will lead a special T’filah and teaching for our J-Lab religious school families.

After the year we’ve had since last Simchat Torah, I can think of nothing we need more as a community than an uplifting, spiritually cathartic, and musically satisfying experience to bond us together.

Invite a friend or two, and we will see you this weekend!

Sincerely,

Cantor Josh Goldberg

Echoes of Elul: Day 27

HEARING THE BLASTS

 “The mitzvah of the day is shofar!” -Mishnah, Rosh Hashanah 3:3

There is only one positive commandment related to the Jewish New Year: to hear the blowing of the ram’s horn. Its piercing cries serve to awaken slumbering souls that have grown complacent. Echoing the prophetical cries of our predecessors who urged Israel to mend their ways and return to the Jewish community, this year its sounds will inevitably remind us of the cries of war, pain, and hope. Need a glimmer? Watch these kids blow the shofar:

 

Or hear Rabbi Flip blow the shofar here:

Echoes of Elul: Day 26

WALKING HUMBLY

“Be like a helmsman, on the lookout for good deeds.” -Vayikrah Rabbah 21:5

The word Torah can be translated as law or teaching or even better as direction, because it teaches us to translate principles into everyday practice. A BIG THANK YOU to the staff and lay-leaders who daily attended to our spiritual community.

Details matter. The little things we do (or do not do) make a difference. At this time of year especially we are called upon to reflect upon our character. We are blessed to have a spiritual community where glimmers - little acts of thoughtfulness - are often performed all the time behind the scenes. May we all continue to Tzneah Lechet - Walk Humbly.

Interested in volunteering during the holidays, looking to take on a larger or leadership role at Micah? Email us here:

mindy@congregationmicah.org

-The Prophet Micah

Echoes of Elul: Day 25

LOVING MERCY

“All depends on deeds.” -Pirkei Avot 3:15

Very soon we will all stand together before the Court on High. The question each one of us will be asked: “Did you conduct your affairs with sincerity and honesty?” This dramatic approach to Jewish life is a reminder that Jews focus not on dogma but on doing; not on professing principles of belief but on practicing Ahavat Hesed – the love of compassion.

The glimmers this year of Micah members actively engaging in acts of tikkun-olam - healing the world through mitvzvot – commanded deeds of kindness – shine brightly as we prepare to answer individually and communally: are you leading a decent, honorable, and responsible life? Feeling compassionate? Find more about the Bellevue Food Bank’s needed items to bring on Yom Kippur:

-The Prophet Micah

Echoes of Elul: Day 24

DOING JUSTICE

“Righteous justice you shall pursue!” -Deuteronomy 16:11

Establishing fair courts, protecting the vulnerable, treating wage laborers fairly, caring for the earth, and so much more. When the biblical prophets express God’s anger at the people for failing to “DO justice”, at the core of their critique was society’s inability to uphold the laws concerning the vulnerable (the stranger, the widow, the orphan, the poor). Jewish justice is a substantive vision of what human life could and should be.

Glimmers shone brightly from the work of our social action committee members this year as they educated, advocated, and took to the streets. Oseh Mishpat – DOING justice at Micah is as easy as responding to the needs of others.

Sign up to participate in our homeless shelter - Room In The Inn.

-The Prophet Micah

Echoes of Elul: Day 23

SCHMOOZE &VIEWS

“To err is human; to disagree, Jewish.”-Rabbi David Wolpe

        Throughout history Jews always respected different ideas, even preserving dissenting opinions and codifying them in our Sacred Scriptures. Every week for over two decades a group of sages gather on campus to solve the world’s problems, well discuss them. With honor and humor, a true mensch - Dr. Bob Smith guides a respectful conversation in which Democrats, Republicans and Independents, men and women, Jews and non-Jews, members and non-members share their political views on a variety of local, national, and international issues. Civil dialogue still happens in our country, all you need to do is turn on the glimmer to see it and/or join us Thursday mornings in the chapel at 10:30 AM.

-The Prophet Micah

Echoes of Elul: Day 22

TORAH STUDY

“Be a disciple of Aaron: love peace and pursue it, love your neighbors,

and attract them to Torah.”-Ethics of our Ancestors 1:12 

In Judaism, study is elevated to the status of worship. Large portions of our prayers are simple selections from the Scriptures. We are a people of perpetual learning. And growing spiritually is a joy that can last our whole lives!

Each week a group of compassionate, supportive, inquisitive folks gather virtually on Shabbos morning and share their insights - glimmers from the weekly Torah portion, as well as from their lives. These bright spots have lifted me up during a difficult year to be Jewish. Care to affirm your Jewish identity? Learn a little? Make new friends? All you need is an internet connection, an open mind, and a little time for study. Follow this zoom link on Saturday mornings at 9:00 AM Central:

-The Prophet Micah

Echoes of Elul: Day 21

Mx2 Cx1

There is a saying among us social workers - there is a reason why we became social workers, because we don't do math.

I was never particularly good at algebra.

So, it struck me strange when my friend Pat looked into my eyes and said, "Listen to me, my dear friend.  Mx2 Cx1.  Remember that."

Maybe it was lack of coffee or the fact my brain was trying to clear the cobwebs of surgery to rebuild broken bones but I didn't remember that equation in Mrs. Brewer's algebra class.

When my friend had told me to remember that phrase, I had just relocated to my extended family's home to recover for the next two months.  I had not been discharged a full day when I had promptly fell after thinking I could answer the door on a modified walker with one good foot and arm.

My friend again looked into my eyes and said, "Mx2 Cx1.  It's a term carpenters use.  Measure twice, cut once.  Every time you decide to do something, think about it twice.  You'll only get one chance kiddo."

I used that advice those two months, not falling again.  I continue to use that advice seven months later.  Not only for the recovering ankle to prevent falls, but I've tried to remember that in my day-to-day life and its activities.

Mx2, Cx1 = good life advice.

-Pamela Simmons

Echoes of Elul: Day 20

EXPRESSING LOVE 

“Love your neighbor as yourself.” -Leviticus 19:18 

Why does the Torah say, “love your neighbor” instead of “love all of humanity”? It is easy to love a starving child in the Sudan, it does not cost much financially or emotionally. It takes effort to love neighbors when their garbage spills onto our lawn or their music shatters our eardrums. It requires great tolerance to coexist amiably with a neighbor whose outlook or lifestyle is opposed to ours. 

Glimmer this: the Micah community takes inclusivity seriously and loves its members regardless of their sexuality, political preference, economic status, race, etc.…you name it! And we do our best to love our neighbors for who they are too. This year that diversity was on full display time and time again as we came together to hold space and support each other and all the many feelings we were feeling. Let’s do it again in the coming weeks! 

-The Prophet Micah 

P.S.. we also felt the love and support this year FROM many of our Christian and other neighbors! 

Echoes of Elul: Day 19

My brightest glimmer this year was watching my oldest child, Ari, stand up on the bima and lead his Bar Mitzvah service with ease and confidence. Thinking back about where he started at Micah: a little toddler crying all day every day at Micah Children's Academy and me wondering if this phase would ever end; if he would ever become independent. If I could see the future, I wouldn't have believed it, and I'm pretty sure Lynn Heady wouldn't have either :) 

- Leah Hasson

Echoes of Elul: Day 18

 One recent Friday morning, I was running around hurriedly completing my long mental list before the weekend (pick up dog food, buy groceries, get gas, etc) and I stopped at a local flower stand to choose some flowers for Shabbat. I was frazzled and tired, and quickly chose some pink lilies because I know they are my daughter’s favorite. The owner saw me and me and said “cash only!” And unfortunately I didn’t have any. So I gently put the flowers back and prepared to move on, saying I only had a credit card. She picked the flowers back up out of the water, handed them to me, and smiled. “I want you to have them. Make your Shabbat table beautiful and special, and have a peaceful weekend. You can come back and pay another time.” I tried to decline but she held my hands, looked into my eyes, and insisted. Standing in the crowded market, we had a special moment that I will never forget. The following Friday, I paid her back, and she had already forgotten that I owed her money. It was such a beautiful reminder of the impact you can make in someone’s day, in a simple but kind gesture.

-Celia Lerch

Echoes of Elul: Day 17

This year as I reached a significant age milestone I had a “glimmer”.  I had faced this event with trepidation - “was I really now old ?”.

After pondering on the event for several days - weeks, I came to the conclusion that I was now free to be myself. I was no longer building my resume!  Actually, what it meant was that I could enjoy myself in ways that I had never considered before - I was free to do things that I would have considered trivial in the past but now had some significance. I now give myself time - the most valuable commodity that I have-  to do things like read late into the night and awake late in the morning, or watch butterflies in my garden, or take the long way around to work so I could try a new route and see more of my environs - and perhaps stop and talk to a friend. 

It’s small but this glimmer also enlightens me about myself in the way that I look at these things. 

That’s my bright and shining glimmer. 

-Joe Barker