Having Compassion: Politely Refusing Religious Proselytizing... Or, How I Failed To Do So

I was stopped at a red light on my way home. It was after nine o'clock, and the sky was dark. An overly cheerful man was approaching random passers-by and asking them, "Would you like to know about Jesus Christ, Lord and Saviour?" People tried to quietly refuse him and go on their way. Just before the light turned green, he greeted me.

I Got a Hat Tip on Failed Messiah!!!

I'm getting quite active in my retirement from this blog! Anyhow, I found something slightly fishy about an old kiruv program's photo art - it was photoshopped to cover skin and reduce the female body parts of the model. Although I think Jewpiter is a great idea, I do think it also fails to disclose it's ultra Orthodox status, which can cause a lot of trouble for participants. When I contacted Shmarya Rosenberg from Failed Messiah, he published the info. I'm thrilled!

Havdalah For Mamzer HaKodesh

Havdalah is the Jewish ritual performed at the end of Shabbat, the holiest and most auspicious day of the Jewish week. It is therefore fitting to call this the havdalah post of Mamzer HaKodesh. This blog is, unfortunately, now defunct. 

This blog has been a way for me to express the internal struggle of my spiritual journey, and I may still post periodically or return to regular blogging in the future. However, the blog Mamzer HaKodesh  has now served it's purpose. I continue to be fascinated by arcane Jewish ritual, odd bits of Judeo-Christian religious history, legend and other curious trivia. I am not, however, fascinated enough to cast aside other projects I am currently undertaking.  Thank you to everyone who took the time to read it. It was my pleasure to engage you.

Blog Update

When I started this blog, I wanted to offer unique perspectives that would help others on their spiritual journeys. I have been helped tremendously by learning from other sites and blogs on the web, and wanted to offer the same.

Anti-Semitism is Alive and Well

Growing up, the first schools I attended were private Jewish schools. My family didn't have the money to pay for them, but we received scholarships based on the Chesed (loving-kindness) of the schools. I also had the opportunity to spend my summer days playing, creating art, and experiencing the beauty of rural Quebec through Jewish summer camps that were also subsidized.

And the Lord Sayth.... I Have Sleep Apnea.

I couldn't figure out how to make this post about religion, until just now as I started typing up this post. Maybe I can't make it about religion per say, but I can make it about faith.

I've been tired for almost eleven years. It started at a very low point when I was 18. The only time I felt safe was when I was unconscious. So I spent as much time as I possibly could sleeping. Ten and a half years later, I'm still tired every day. I can eat breakfast and feel like it's time to go back to bed for a nap. I don't know now much of this is due to the depression or sleep apnea, but I suspect they feed complement each other.