One of the interesting aspects of living in Jerusalem are the constant encounters with Jewish history.
For example, one of the Light Rail stops is Shimon HaTzadik, named after one of the High Priests.
When the train pulls into that station I often have two thoughts.
I received Siddur Nehalel beShabbat in the mail last Wednesday. A quick glance through the siddur told me that this is something special.
I have to admit, I’m not a fan of the Nevarech Bencher. I’ve always found it difficult to use and the pictures distracting.
It’s amazing how some events are permanently written into my memory.
I was standing in the home of my friend Yitz about 20 years ago.
He had just learned that Feldheim was publishing an English translation of the Mishnah Berurah.
My jaw dropped as my yeshiva-educated friend said, “I don’t need it. The Hebrew of the Mishnah Berurah is pretty easy. But I’ll buy it anyway … and it will become a crutch for me.”