When I left the Al Makassed Islamic Charity Hospital yesterday, I made the rounds like a lead physician might; I went from room to room saying goodbyes, Salamtak /ik (get well), exchanging Facebook accounts with some, and writing my phone number
By Adrainne Gray This young, unmarried Orthodox Jewish woman curiously stopped us on the streets during Yom Kippur when the streets are closed off to traffic and Jews go between home and synagogue praying all day for repentance of
We approach gate 41 to Tel Aviv and the sight of yarmulkes, black flat brimmed hats and shin-length skirts grab my attention before I truly notice the gate number. I smile and quietly tell Ben, “I think this is our gate.” Gate
By Adrainne Gray After a late night flight from Chicago, we take an Uber from the airport to our empty house in Atlanta. We arrive at our house, a cathedral without its members. The invisible waves of chants and prayers
By Adrainne Gray Transitioning is the time between one country and the next. I am happy to say, after unforeseen delays, our visas have finally been approved by the Israeli Ministry of Interior. We are scheduled to depart August 9.
Eyedrum Art & Music Gallery here in Atlanta features guest writers periodically in its publication Eyedrum Periodically. The publication’s 9th issue is themed: Alchemy – how we change, how we grow, how we question what we know and don’t know
Today is the final day in my seminary career. Two years and one semester ago, I reluctantly applied to seminary. I often quoted Acts 4:13 to support my argument against going: When they saw the courage of Peter and John and