Gambling with G-d

This past week I took a trip away from the apartment to Atlantic City, a place that survives solely on believers. With more than a…

The Sacrifice of Isaac

A few years ago during Yom Kippur, the holiest holiday on the Jewish calendar, I was in a little wooden synagogue on the Lower East Side of New York City. The rabbi, a venerable man whose voice carried throughout the temple, was extremely charismatic. For the first time in my temple-going life, I found myself listening intently to the sermon.