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  • Overcoming Apathy and Discouragement and Preparing for Rosh Hashanah

    Rabbi Nechemia Coopersmith, Aish Hatorah Resources|Sep 15, 2023

    Preparing for Rosh Hashanah should not be a downer. It’s an auspicious, exciting time for clarity and closeness, grounded in positivity and love. The Hebrew month of Elul, a spiritually super-charged time leading up to Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur, has a surprising theme. The word “Elul” is an acronym for the phrase “Ani l’dodi v’dodi li – I am for my beloved and my beloved is for me” that comes from King Solomon’s Song of Songs (6:3). To borrow from Tina Turner’s famous song, what’s love got to do with it? Why does this phrase that articulat...

  • Overcoming apathy and discouragement and preparing for Rosh Hashanah

    Rabbi Nechemia Coopersmith, Aish Hatorah Resources|Sep 8, 2023

    Preparing for Rosh Hashanah should not be a downer. It’s an auspicious, exciting time for clarity and closeness, grounded in positivity and love. The Hebrew month of Elul, a spiritually super-charged time leading up to Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur, has a surprising theme. The word “Elul” is an acronym for the phrase “Ani l’dodi v’dodi li – I am for my beloved and my beloved is for me” that comes from King Solomon’s Song of Songs (6:3). To borrow from Tina Turner’s famous song, what’s love got to do with it? Why does this phrase that articulat...

  • I'm getting too fat and it's time to start running again

    Rabbi Nechemia Coopersmith, Aish Hatorah Resources|Sep 1, 2023

    Why running is an ideal way for me to get into spiritual – and physical – shape. Hard to believe, but I used to get up at 5 a.m. to go for a 20-minute run, a long enough workout for me to become totally drenched in sweat and delude myself into thinking I’m Rocky Balboa on the streets of Philadelphia. I don’t remember the last time I went for a jog (I think it was around four months ago one Saturday night after psyching myself up all Shabbat. Thank God I didn’t have a coronary, even though there was a voice screaming in my head, “Stop rig...