Yom Shabbat, July 5 – Be Our Guests

Slow. Restful. Peaceful. Good Food. Great Company. Some Learning. Lots of Hugs & Kisses. In Jerusalem.

I am certain that this is how God enjoyed the first Shabbos, and how we enjoyed ours!

We didn’t sleep in, but we had a nice quiet, mellow morning.

After we were all up, dressed and well fed, we headed off to Kehilat Shira Hadasha to daven.

As a reminder, Kehilat Shira Hadasha is an Orthodox Minyan trying to find as much room as possible within the halakhic structure to be egalitarian – a very interesting place and a beautiful service.

David Hartman’s daughter, Tova Hartman, a scholar in her own right, is among the founders.

At the Kiddush, we saw lots of people we knew, including many from my group, some old Jerusalem friends and some random friends from various parts of the United States that we didn’t know were in Israel (as always seems to happen here!).

Included amongst this latter group was a friend from San Diego years ago: Larry Kotler and his wife Karen. Larry used to be at the AJE and Karen taught Kindergarten at the San Diego Jewish Academy, sometime more than twenty-five years ago. Larry is now the principal of a Jewish high school in South Florida. He was also here studying at Hartman with a group of Principals from Community-based Jewish High Schools in the US. The head of the American Hebrew Academy, Glenn Drew, with whom I worked almost ten years ago, was also there – wonderful to see him.

Anyway, one of the opportunities on Shabbat that the summer presents us as a family, which we very rarely have at home, is to invite last minute guests (guests in general?) home with us after shul for lunch.

So we had already invited Donna, Menashe and Ayala East. To the RSVP list for lunch, we added Larry and Karen, as well as Rabbi Lavey Darby, a friend and colleague from Northern California who is also a participant in my Hartman program.

We all had a lovely lunch, though a bit crowded in our small living room.

Shabbat meals generally prove the old adage – the more the merrier. (‘Merry’ is a strange term to use in connection with Shabbat. I don’t think I am ready to start wishing people a ‘Merry Shabbos’ though a bet you I could find a catchy melody!)

Shabbat ended after the kids went to sleep. So I walked across the street to the pizza place to bring back pizza and ice cream for Jennifer and me.

(Why do I feel like I write that every day? I am certain that I have also mentioned that we are putting on San Diego home up on the market so we can buy a place across the street from a pizza parlor! Though I don’t think I have mentioned before that the proprietor of the shop now knows my name and recognizes me on sight.)

Shavua tov!

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