Thursday, January 24, 2008

Worship songs, guitar chords

I was searching for the lyrics for "Moving with the Lamb" and found a site I'd never seen before. It has many great worships songs with lyrics and/or chords. Enjoy!
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Moving with the Lamb lyrics and chords

Amazing Grace (my chains are gone) lyrics & chords, Chris Tomlin

from the movie, Amazing Grace

Wednesday, January 9, 2008

Parashat Bo - "Enter"


This week's Torah Reading is Parashat Bo which means "Enter." Typically the names of the weekly readings come from the first line of the passage, sometimes the first word.

Blessing before Torah study: Blessed are You, Lord our God, King of the universe, Who has made us holy through His commandments, and commanded us to actively study Torah.

This week's Torah portion begins in Exodus 10:1 "Then the LORD said to Moses, "'Go to Pharaoh...'" Since "Go" is the main idea or action being expressed, the name of the portion, "Enter," reflects that.

Torah portion: Exodus 10:1-13:16
discussion of above passage

The next part of the weekly reading is the Haftarah which is a passage from Nevi'im which is the section of the Tanakh referred to as the Prophets, e.g. Isaiah, Kings 1. More about Haftarah and Haftarah blessings.

Haftarah portion: Jeremiah 46:13-28

Brit Chadashah: Luke 22:7-30; 1 Corinthians 11:20-34

Blessing after Torah study:
Blessed art thou, Lord our G-d, King of the universe, who
gave us the Torah of truth and set everlasting life in our midst.
Blessed art thou, O Lord, Giver of the Torah.

Monday, January 7, 2008

Rosh Chodesh Shevat

Rosh Chodesh literally means "head of the month." Rosh Chodesh is also callled "New Moon" because the moon wanes to a point where it is no longer visible and on the 1st or 2nd of the month, a tiny sliver appears. It's kind of like the moon is "reborn" each month. So today at sunset Rosh Chodesh begins as we usher in the month of Shevat, the 11th month in the Jewish calendar.

It was on Shevat 1, 2488 that Moses, inspired by God, began reciting the Book of Deuteronomy (Devarim) to the Jewish people. Moses died 37 days later.

Deuteronomy 1-3
"These are the words Moses spoke to all Israel in the desert east of the Jordan—that is, in the Arabah—opposite Suph, between Paran and Tophel, Laban, Hazeroth and Dizahab. (It takes eleven days to go from Horeb to Kadesh Barnea by the Mount Seir road.) In the fortieth year, on the first day of the eleventh month, Moses proclaimed to the Israelites all that the LORD had commanded him concerning them" (NIV).

Devarim means "words" and is the final book of the Torah; the fifth book of the Bible. In this book Moses basically recounts where the Israelites have been these past 40 years, what they've encounterned, what God has brought them through, and what He commands and promises. Devarim also contains the most definitive statement of Jewish identity: the Shema.

Deuteronomy 6:4-9 "'Hear, O Israel: The LORD our God, the LORD is one. Love the LORD your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your strength. These commandments that I give you today are to be upon your hearts. Impress them on your children. Talk about them when you sit at home and when you walk along the road, when you lie down and when you get up. Tie them as symbols on your hands and bind them on your foreheads. Write them on the doorframes of your houses and on your gates'" (NIV).

Chodesh Tov! / Good Month!

Sunday, January 6, 2008

Last night, I prayed for Danny Bonaduce

So I was in the falling asleep stage last night but began to reawaken before sleep took over and I overheard my mind trying to decide which show Danny Bonaduce was on: the Brady Bunch or the Partridge Family. So while Bobby and Danny were both saying, "I am the real Danny Bonaduce," I regained consciousness and wondered why in the world Danny Bonaduce had popped into my brain. I never liked the Patridge Family and I haven't seen his face on TV or even seen his name in a while. So I did what I should always do when in doubt: pray. I prayed for Danny Bonaduce. Nothing in particular, nothing long and drawn out. Just a simple prayer that Danny would know that God loves him.

So I don't know why I thought of Danny, but in relation to this, our rabbi asked a question last week that has gotten my husband and me praying for people who not only wouldn't we have thought to pray for, but people we might have thought: "they don't even deserve prayer." How unbelievably ignorant, elitest, un-God-like of us. So since then we've prayed for Rod Stewart, Fergie, Will I Am of the Black-eyed Peas, Mike Tyson . . . and now I will include Danny Bonaduce and whoever pops into my mind regardless of my state of consciousness. Whether I know them doesn't matter. Whether I think they are talented doesn't matter. Whether I dislike their style of music or acting ability doesn't matter. Whether I think they are "good people" doesn't matter. What they "deserve" according to anyone's standards doesn't matter. What matters is that God loves them no less than the "pious do-gooders" who may even think they are doing God a favor by praying for those "less fortunate" than they.

Thursday, January 3, 2008

Holocaust museum

Last week, I visited the Florida Holocaust Museum in St. Petersburg, embarrassed to say it was my first visit to a Holocaust museum. It was moving, horrific, sobering, informative, and of course, profoundly disturbing.

The picture to the right (from the Florida Holocaust Museum) is an actual boxcar (#1130695-5), which transported 100 or more Jews (and other prisoners) at a time to Auschwitz, Dachau, or Treblinka to face death. Those squeezed and stacked into these cars remained there for hours and even days. There was little air, no light, and no sanitation. Many died in this car and other cars like this one before even getting to the death camp.

The poem below was on a wall in the hallway of the museum. James E. Tokley Sr. wrote and presented it in 1997 during the dedication of the boxcar at the museum.

The Box Car, James E. Tokley Sr.

Aboard a train of no deliverance
Winding through the bitter cold

Shivering masses...hopeless waiting

Savage words that freeze the soul.

A Nazi train, apocalyptic
Bound for an unholy land
Where smokestacks belch their strange emetic.
Clouds of death rain human sand.

Inside a boxcar cut for cattle
Slave ship timber, all the same.
An alphabet of Jewish letters

Fingernailed into the grain.

You question why we should remember
Such a monumental sin.
And we reply,
To seek forever
That it happens never again.