Jul 16, 2019
Jul 10, 2019
Five Years after the Bomb in the Sky
© Rabbi Menachem Creditor
Five years ago, today, this was me, riding a lion in Jerusalem.
But five years ago today, hours earlier, I stood beneath a beautiful blue sky at the Foreign Ministry, looked up, and saw a missile sailing right at me, intercepted at the last minute by the Iron Dome defense system.
That was a moment in my life (and in the lives of countless others) that froze time, changed me forever. The bomb detonated in a loud poof of smoke, but the explosion within me was deafening and shattering and terrifying - andohmyGodImthereagainasIt
But I'm not there at all, not really, because it's been five years since the world turned upside down and I've learned so much since that awful day of bombs in the Heavens and lions on the ground.
Life is not to be taken for granted. We are called to grab life by its woolly mane and ride and ride and ride and ride. And smile. And live. I will never be the same after the bomb. I've never been so alive.
That day. This day.
Jul 9, 2019
more than the whole
© menachem creditor
I board the train, just like everyone.
They've had full days.
I have too.
What a wonder we all are,
groupings of traveling souls,
sharing a train ride,
each with our own eyes.
How amazing God is, to have imagined all of this, each of us so different. Or maybe... Maybe we're more amazing than that. Maybe our skin and eyes and days exceed what even God once imagined.
Maybe each of us
is a fragment
of God's Imagination,
and the all of us
is more than the Whole.
Jun 30, 2019
shiny shellac and holy light
© rabbi menachem creditor
An amazing thing, lightfall on the shiny shellac of a wooden table.
Where did this tree live? How far did its journey take it before it became an object of reflection (and likely the recipient of copious restaurant spills)? Is the dark of its stain natural? Earned? Cosmetic? Did the journey etch itself in deep grooves and furrows, only to be erased in an effort to be functional, to be "presentable"? How many resting hands have recoiled from the stickiness of the shellac? How much weight can this tree support?
Across the table from me, an older couple looks into each other's eyes. She wipes crumbs from his beard, and his laughter is peace. He helps her stand as she grasps her cane, and her glance is heaven. The woman to my left, click-clacking on a laptop, shares my daughter's name (I hear the server call to her, and am suddenly aware she's there). Even her scrolling screen feels like more now.
Children, pastries, names, lovers, countertops, music in the air... Table has seen it all, nurtured it into being, and offered up this bursting moment to an open-hearted visitor who thought a gluten free, veggie-feta pocket was the purpose of this mid-journey stop.
Deepest of all, thanks to the Holy Table:
If you look closely, peer well-beneath the surface, you might even see that the tree, alive and pulsing, is and always has been reaching for the light. So too is every living thing eternally connected to the unceasing Light, the Holy Source of all, the indefinable illumination that penetrates from within and without.
Light, Dear One, light. More and more and more and more. Please. Thank you.
#light #blessing #witness #holinessallaround #BuildOnLove
Jun 11, 2019
A Blessing for Organ Donors
© Rabbi Menachem Creditor
May the enormity of the gift you are giving be felt by many, and may your body experience it minimally.
May the many natural emotions that well up in your body after surgery be overwhelmed by radical gratitude and personal fulfillment.
May the life you are about to save be worthy of your selfless act, performing many loving acts for others.
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