WORDS THAT BREATHE

A prayer for grandparents-to-be, offered while waiting for news of a birth: strength for the parents, a safe arrival for the baby, and joy in the next message.

A Rosh Hashanah Eve sermon on whether prayer still matters — told through Hannah, an elderly woman in Kyiv who never stopped praying for the world.

Rabbi Paul Kipnes draws on the Talmudic tale of Honi the Circle Maker and the memory of Judy Friedman for a Rosh Hashanah lesson on planting chesed and hope.

A prayer written for a friend fighting cancer, offered here for anyone walking that same fight. Holy One of Healing, I’ve got this. Because I know You’ve got me. Draw near now, steady my spirit, strengthen me for what lies ahead. Cancer may have entered my body, but it does not get to claim my spirit. I am more than this diagnosis, more than my fear. I am fierce. I am fighting. I am here. When I feel strong, let me seize that strength. When fear finds me, hold me. Fill me wit

In the beginning— before beginnings had breath— there was tohu vavohu, not just chaos, but collapse. Not just void, but the violence of...

Opening the ark on Rosh Hashana morning last week were Lynn Klinenberg, her daughter Susan Glick and her daughter-in-law Ellen...