I try to make challah every Friday. While I knead the dough, I sing Shalom Aleichem to welcome the angels of Shabbat who will soon be here, and I pray the deepest prayers of my heart.
This morning as I knead, I can barely sing for weeping.
"The current reality, in the streets of a land our tradition deems holy, necessitates a spiritual crisis. A spiritual crisis requires more than prayer. It requires heartbreak, which demands reflection, which then demands action."
So write the many rabbinic students, from many different seminaries, who co-authored this letter.
Someday they will be my colleagues. Today they are my teachers.