We Worship God Through Our Questions.

In The Midst Of Our Applauding The Feats Of Civilization, The Bible Flings Itself Like A Knife Slashing Our Complacency; Remind Us That God, Too, Has A Voice In History.

We May Not Know Whether Our Understanding Is Correct, Or Whether Our Sentiments Are Noble, But The Air Of The Day Surrounds Us Like Spring Which Spreads Over The Land Without Our Aid Or Notice.

There Are No Two Hours Alike. Every Hour Is Unique And The Only One Given At The Moment, Exclusive And Endlessly Precious. Judaism Teaches Us To Be Attached To Holiness In Time; To Learn How To Consecrate Sanctuaries That Emerge From The Magnificent Stream Of A Year.

Spiritual Life Begins To Decay When We Fail To Sense The Grandeur Of What Is Eternal In Time.

In Our Daily Lives We Attend Primarily To That Which The Senses Are Spelling Out For Us: To What The Eyes Perceive, To What The Fingers Touch. Reality To Us Is Thinghood , Consisting Of Substances That Occupy Space; Even God Is Conceived By Most Of Us As A Thing. The Result Of Our Thinginess Is Our Blindness To All Reality That Fails To Identify Itself As A Thing, As A Matter Of Fact.