Our sermon this Sunday was on the true meaning of worship. Our worship is small when we reduce it to music: its style, what we like about it, and what we don’t like about it.
Loving the woodcut feel of these book cover illustrations for the Evelyn Waugh
"The trade of chemist (fortified, in my case, by the experience of Auschwitz), teaches you to overcome, indeed to ignore, certain revulsions that are neither necessary nor congenital: matter is matter, neither noble nor vile, infinitely transformable, and its proximate origin is of no importance whatsoever. Nitrogen is nitrogen, it passes miraculously from the air into plants, from these into animals, and from animals into us; when its function in our body is exhausted, we eliminate it, but it still remains nitrogen, aseptic, innocent."
Two thoroughly humorous and enriching animated shorts on teshuva (repentance) + slicha (forgiveness) from artist Hanan Harchol
Do we throw our hands up in the air or be the hummingbird? An illustrated story told by Wangari Maathai.