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Tears May Stay for the Night; Joy Comes in The Morning

Parashat Vayigash Temple Shir Tikva December 21, 2012 ~ 9 Tevet 5773 A little girl arrived home late one day. “Where have you been?” Her mother asked. “I saw my friend on my way home. Her doll was broken,” she replied. “Did you help her fix it?” her mother asked. “No,” she replied, “I don’t know how to fix it. I stopped to help her cry.”* This little girl teaches us so much.  It turns out there is much that is broken in our world that we do not know how to fix.  But what we do know is how to cry. It’s not an easy experience, crying.  It can be embarrassing.  Loud. Snotty.    Our faces redden as it rises from our chest into our throat - and out of our mouth cries of sadness, cries of joy, cries of frustration escape into the wind.  Sometimes we hope no one has seen  the tears falling from the corners of our eyes.  Sometimes we hope everyone has seen the tears falling from the corners of our eyes.  But its not an easy experience, crying. It’s easier to be angry, to s

Driving Inward

Parashat Re'eh August 17, 2012~29 Av 5772 Rabbi Jen Gubitz Inching forward the car came to a halting stop 30 plus feet before the yellow light, leaving a gaping two car length space at the intersection of Boston Post Road and Cochituate. I was annoyed.  We both could’ve made that light. With less than 30 minutes to run out between meetings, at one of the slowest intersections in Wayland, every minute counts. At the same time, I felt incredibly empathetic for the drivers of this car, for atop of it, on the side, and in the rear, emblazoned in large, bold text, were the words: STUDENT DRIVER. My own drivers ed experience occurred in a 1988 blue Oldsmobile Cutlass Sierra, my first car, shared with my older brother, and with a drivers ed instructor who taught all 3 Gubitz kids to drive... Don would take us on I-69, drive about 20 miles south towards Indianapolis, stop for a snack, and then drive back. That initia