From Ashes to Life
May 06, 2016
Black. Black. Black. Everywhere I look, I see black. Black coats. Black shoes. Black beards. Black peyos (side curls). Black prayer books. Black streimels. The contrast of black against the natural beige of the cobblestone streets is a scene for the most cinematic films. Every day I hear the shuffling feet of Torah students and scholars rushing to synagogue or yeshiva. Sometimes when I am lucky, I witness one of them bellowing the cries of his prayers in the midst of the hills overlooking the valley, prostrating himself before his God. Read more...