Today is the day before Christmas eve and the space underneath our Christmas tree is filling up with wrapped presents waiting to be opened on Christmas morning.
He couldn’t look less like Indiana Jones. His black yarmulke glistens after
our four-block walk in the rain from the bookstore—that’s his day job. His
slender body and high, sweet voice make him seem more like a boy than a
43-year-old father of seven. But as he takes off his glasses to wipe away the
droplets, his blue-green eyes sparkle with energy—a hint that looks don’t begin
to tell the story.
“I rescue Torahs—that’s what I have been doing since 1985,” he says.
“It is not just a book,” he says. “A congregation without a Torah is a
congregation without a bond between them and God.”
A Torah is also, in many of the Eastern European towns he visits, the only
tangible remains of communities that were wiped out in World War II. So he is
doing more than commemorating those whose lives were lost—he is bringing
survivors back to life.Read the entire story: Raider of the Lost Ark by Susan Seliger
1 comment:
Karie, love your blog! I recently read the following in my local paper... it's written by a rabbi that shares duties with a pastor... "the God Squad." Anyway, I was touched by his prayers. Found it online at http://www.arcamax.com/godsquad/s-466512-956866
Love and blessing,
Dan
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