Rabbi Erin Boxt
I woke up and tried to look out through my window. All I could see was grey smoke and bright yellow fire – or was it orange? The flames seemed to overwhelm the dark sky – it was blue, then turned grey...
Rabbi Erin Boxt
I WISH YOU ENOUGH. Recently, I overheard a mother and daughter in their last moments together at the airport as the daughter's departure had been announced. Standing near the security gate, they hugged,...
Rabbi Erin Boxt
We find the following story in Greek Mythology: Orpheus was the son of Apollo and Calliope, the Muse. Apollo gave his son a lyre and taught him how to play; Orpheus did to such perfection that even Apollo...
Rabbi Erin Boxt
A little levity on this heavy day: A rabbi dies and goes up to the gates of heaven. Before he's let in, the angel in charge consults with God for a long time to determine if he deserves a place in heaven....
Rabbi Erin Boxt
Death is a part of life; life is a part of death. It is not possible to attribute these words to one author. I suppose I could say, “My momma always told me….” Each of us has heard a variation of this...