Understand others. Understand yourself.

If They Consider My Legacy

Posted on 06/20/2014
Rabbi Josh Bolton

It will be unknown to most, as my legacy is the quiet conversation in my heart between the Holy One and me.

And it will be the tens of thousands of footsteps I took at 10pm between Hillel and 30th St. Station.

It will be the parties I hosted and all the toasts I made to friends.

And it will be all the creative projects began though never brought to fruition.

It will be my old brown belt.

And it will be the handful students who accepted my invitation and headed off to Jerusalem.

My Whole Self

Posted on 05/27/2014

“The things you do for yourself are gone when you are gone, but the things you do for others remain as your legacy.”

I wake up most days to my stomach turning and adrenaline pumping through my fingers. I lay and I worry about what will come in the day ahead. I fear I might not be good enough to handle what’s headed my way. I mull over the number of things I need to do in order to make the day worth it.

Ask What Your Work Serves

Posted on 05/19/2014

Your necessary fire is not only necessary for you, it is necessary to the world itself. Years ago, I came upon a memorable line by the writer Fredrik Beatner. "You are called to the place where your deep gladness and the world's deep hunger meet." I would even go so far as to say that one of the more powerful outbreaks of happiness and meaning in your life will occur when you pair your passion and the world's need.

A New Legacy

Posted on 05/12/2014
Shabana Mir

Recent comments by Donald Sterling and Cliven Bundy force us to acknowledge that America has a long, long way to go in embracing its diversity. On campuses, blackface and noose incidents, the Phyllis Wise Twitter affair, and numerous other news-of-the-week stories demand we take a good hard look at campuses. It is clear that campuses, which are mirrors of American public life, are not what they should be.

Questioning as Engagement

Posted on 04/25/2014

The power of sharing their own stories – their own Exodus – freed my students. They recognized the power in their own voices and in their own abilities. Before we started the unit, I had students tell me that they couldn’t write poetry. I was heartbroken that somewhere along in their lives they picked up that poetry was something only to be written by a class of people that they didn’t see themselves fitting into. With each question, and with each poem, my students were liberated a bit more.