As I tried to find the inspiration
behind what I wanted to express
from the Holy City of Jerusalem, who
would think that a Saturday afternoon
Sabbath meal with some friends in the
cutest suburb of the German Colony
would bring about the very message I
was looking for.
As we went around the table, the host
asked a very profound question that
left some of us thinking deeply about
it for days. The question is one that
is as old as the city itself and has the
ability to leave us with a feeling that
maybe we could be doing a lot more
than we are.
Legacy is one of those things that
many of us may have not even thought
of but something we all wish to leave
behind. We strive each day at our
careers somehow hoping, longing that
we are in fact making a difference. For
many of us, it is often the last thing
on our minds as we navigate our busy
lives trying to make sense of them, but
that question is so deeply embedded
in our souls that we find
ourselves needing to find
expression for it.
For one of my friends his
message was so simple, to
open his home and offer
his love to the homeless
religious children. For
my girlfriend, she wanted
to be remembered for
having touched the lives
of the people around her.
“It doesn’t have to be so
great”, she added. But
what she longed for was
to be a wonderful mother,
wife,
daughter
and
homemaker and for it to
find expression through
her food, the nourishment
and holiness of the meals
she brings to the table
on the holiest day of the
week, the Sabbath, which
is the day that brought all of us
together to talk about the very topic.
What went around the table was so
inspirational that by the end of the