Today is Tisha B’av. The saddest day on the Jewish calendar. Tradition teaches us that today both the First and Second Temple were destroyed.
Friday night, as is traditional for Shabbat, we took a break from mourning. We celebrated, we laughed and we cried. Temple Emanuel of the Merrimack Valley hosted a potluck dairy dinner and Shabbat service in honor of my husband Simon, my daughter Sarah, and me. We led the service, we shared memories, we ate yummy food. We have called Temple Emanuel an improbable community. That was evident on Friday. In the middle of the summer, over 80 people showed up. Jews from five or six congregations and differing levels of practice and observance, Catholics, Protestants, Muslims. Continue reading