We are living in an era when attention spans are assumed to be 140 characters or less — two bits as my dad would say. That’s how much we are willing to “pay” for our attention. In Hebrew, “pay attention” is literally translated as, “place your heart.” Placing our hearts requires effort. It requires us…
In Response to Charlottesville
Elie Wiesel once said, the opposite of love is not hate, it is indifference. The Nazis came to power in Germany because of the bystanders as much as the persecutors. Today, none of us can be bystanders. Silence is guilt. We must call on our leaders, no matter their party affiliation, to stand against bigotry…
Celebrate the Home Runs
“The home run today doesn’t win the ballgame tomorrow,” my dad would say when he felt I needed perspective or a dose of humility. I believe in that saying — to some degree. But I also believe that celebration, tempered with humility, is just as necessary. This year has been rough. Our clients continue to…
Walking With Our Clients
Lani works with our seniors — survivors, fighters and the ones who never seem to catch a break. She is one of those dedicated people who has pictures of her with her clients above her desk. The type of person we would want taking care of our parents, or of ourselves. When I stopped by…
What Happens Now?
“What happens now?” was the question my children asked me last night as I was putting them to bed. “What can we do? What will we do?” We can hold our place while not denying others theirs. We can walk with the vulnerable so they know they are not alone. We can be a place…
It Is in the Doing
Like many parents, Lelach and I wrestle with the question, “How will we pass on our core values to our kids?” This is particularly challenging because very little about the world we were raised in exists anymore. During the holidays we spend time as a family talking about why these values are important to us…
We No Longer Have the Luxury to Simply Remember
At this time of unimaginable and all too familiar sadness and horror, we no longer have the luxury of simply remembering the victims. We no longer have the privilege to send only thoughts to the loved ones. We no longer have the freedom to catch our breath and thank God that even more mothers, fathers,…
The Lamplighters
Our kids once asked my father if he had electric lights when he was a boy. He said ‘no,’ that when he was a boy there were still dinosaurs roaming the Minnesota farmlands by his home. When I was a boy, he had told me this as well – which is why I spent a…
The Calculus of the Vulnerable
Not long ago while working in the Polack Food Bank, I noticed an older woman who seemed to be weighing her food before she put it in her basket. Each can, each piece of fruit, every vegetable. Some things she would take and others she would set back in the box on the table. She…
The Graduation Speech I’d Give
When my son was in kindergarten, his teacher challenged a group of us parents saying, “You shouldn’t worry about what your kids will become. You should be concerned with who they will become.” I’d issue the same challenge to this year’s college graduates: Forget about your career and what you will become. Don’t worry that…
Tapping Into Hidden Potential
While studying in England when I was much younger, I had a conversation with an elderly nun who dedicated her life to serving the vulnerable on the streets of London. While we were talking, she shared a story about the origins of Michelangelo’s statue of David. “One of the most beautiful sculptures ever created,” she…
Forged in Adversity
Everything is on the line. Know it or not, our very survival hangs in the balance. With a few meager possessions we hurry out the door, running to an unknown destiny. Every year we are told to see ourselves as if we are leaving Egypt. The desert to which we fled isn’t just a wilderness…
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