Category: Brainstash & Creative Ideas
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So there I was… sitting very, very close to Dad. Closer than usual. Closer than “I’m hoping for a treat.” This was “I’m praying to HaShem because that meat smells like heaven” close.Dad put the chuck eye on the grill, and I swear the smoke went straight up like a pillar in the wilderness. I…
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Dad, I’ve been thinking again—you know, the way I do when the van hums down the road and my ears flap in the breeze. You said discipleship isn’t just believing certain things. It’s learning to walk. And if anybody knows about walking, it’s me. Three legs, one mission: keep moving forward. Turns out the whole…
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Sometimes people come out of Christianity and don’t actually enter Torah — they enter reaction. They swing from one extreme to another, rejecting Messiah, rejecting the B’rit Chadashah, and even rejecting the plain meaning of the Tanakh. My friend recently walked into a group like that, and her experience highlights a growing confusion in the…
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Re’eh always hits me differently when I’m out here on the road. “See, I set before you today a blessing and a curse.” I read those words in the quiet of the van this morning while Kenny snored in his bed on the passenger seat, and it struck me how seeing is the first command.…
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In Ekev, Moshe reminds me that blessing flows from steady obedience—step by step, mile by mile, not in dramatic leaps. The Haftorah answers the ache of feeling forgotten: Zion cries out, “Has Adonai abandoned me?” and the response is a fierce, tender no. The B’rit Chadashah shows Yeshua in the wilderness resisting temptation with Scripture…
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Out here on the road with Kenny snoring against my leg and the pines leaning over the lake, I feel the weight and the mercy of this week’s readings pressing into my spirit. D’varim opens with Moses retelling the long road behind Israel—how fear, unbelief, and stubborn hearts kept a whole generation wandering instead of…
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The sun was barely warming the lake when Kenny settled beside me, ears forward, watching a tight cluster of American white pelicans fishing like they had a plan. I didn’t. Not this week. Everything I tried to do seemed to close in my face.It started with the friend I thought I could rely on —…
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As I sat in the van this morning with Kenny curled up beside me, the smell of the little loaf I warmed on the skillet filled the air, and I found myself thinking about how bread has always been the anchor of a meal, the same way the Torah portion this week speaks of Israel…
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Dad, I’ve been thinking about this while riding shotgun in the van with my head out the window and my tongue doing its best impression of a windsock. Even though I’m just a three‑legged shepherd with excellent ears and questionable self‑control around cheeseburgers, I’ve figured out something important about the Bible. It makes way more…
