The Failure Of Modern Orthodoxy

Kobe emails: I grew modern orthodox (“MO”), attending the schools, camps, NCSY, Bnei Akiva, year in Israel, college Hillel, etc., and so a majority of my friends and acquaintances are MO. Although I am not from NY, I spent many years there during and after college, lived in yet another large MO community before I was married, and currently live in another one. As such, I have an intimate knowledge of what goes on in the lives of my MO friends and acquaintances, both married and unmarried, who are in their mid-twenties to mid-thirties. And I have a secret to tell you, one that pains me because I often feel spiritually alone and because it speaks to the failure of our community:

NO ONE IS FRUM.

Now clearly I am generalizing. Surely there are many MO young men and women to whom keeping halakhah is an apriori priority, but in my circles (and again, I probably know hundreds of MO young adults who reside in many different US cities) they are few and far between. I can barely think of any friends who grew up MO and are currently MO (as opposed to those who became charedi in Israel) who would, for example, refuse to carry anything in their pockets (or push the stroller) because there is no eruv (even though we read every Friday night in the “bameh madlikin” that it is a “hilchta rabta l’shabta – a great law of Shabbat). Not turning the air conditioner on Shabbat? Not pushing the elevator button? Not a chance.

Now the levels of being “not frum” run the spectrum from totally irreligious (work on Shabbat, eat shrimp) to others who are lax on observance but would never, for example, not keep a kosher home or drive on Shabbat. Most are probably closer to the latter then to the former. But if I had to guess, I would say that 95% of my friends eat dairy/fish out, and over 30% of them would eat totally treif (of course on vacation, the number rises to 99% and over 50%). Very few daven every day or say brachot before and after eating. In terms of the laws of niddah, I obviously don’t know but one could speculate.

Of course these MO young adults would never, ever, become Conservative or Reform. They are still, in most cases, part of the MO community, come to shul on Shabbat (even if it is only in time for the Kiddush club; but go to a MO shul on a weekday morning and you will barely see anyone 25-35), and socialize with their MO friends. And they will send their kids to Orthodox schools and will generously give tzedakah.

Now I have written this anonymously because I can anticipate the responses to this essay – you are a hypocrite because you yourself do (or don’t follow) such and such, or that I am acting self-righteous and judging people based on my personal definition of “frum”, or that being “frum” is defined by many things, and while someone might not keep shabbos at least they don’t cheat in business like the frummies.

While all this might be true, it misses the point: The empirical evidence overwhelmingly demonstrates (at least to me) that a majority of young MO adults, both male and female and both married and single, who went to yeshivas for 12 years and then a year in Israel, and most of whom were frum for most of their lives, no longer follow the halachot of Shabbat, kashrut, and most others. While they are often members of the MO community, keep a kosher home, and invite guests for Shabbat meals, these are social mechanisms, and when it comes to actually keeping the halacha, they are no longer frum.

To decipher what went wrong is beyond the reach of this essay, but let me make one suggestion. The flaw is not the concept of modern orthodoxy. You don’t have to isolate yourself from modern culture to be frum, and you don’t have to keep chumras to lead a religious lifestyle. The failure is an educational system (both parents and teachers) that taught us gemara and halachah, but failed to reach our souls to explain why we should accept ol malchut shamayim, why when we are on a business trip in Vegas and no one is around we should still keep kosher and put on tefillin. That we should keep all halacha because it is a package deal – committing to a religious life is the path that God wants from us.

MO young adults are not atheists or even agnostics, they just don’t keep halacha because it is inconvenient and they believe it is unnecessary or silly – they just don’t want to. And that is the failure – it has not been sufficiently instilled in us that by not checking our blackberry on Shabbos, by committing to following the halacha as best we can, we will lead better lives.

I share this with you in the hope that it will elicit discussion as to how to change our educational priorities, so that we may all be inspired to follow God’s Torah to the best of our abilities.

JOE emails: In other words, the kids turned out just like their parents.

Renana May writes: I agree with you totally. I wrote about it, as well.
No it is not because of the parents. This is totally unfair to say. The parents gave up a lot to send the kids to day schools, Israel living in a frum communities. They really bought the goods the sharleten Rabbis sold them, covered with hips of guilt…The parents disserve better and so did their kids.

Let’s take R…. for an example, he never liked being a Rav he always acted as a CEO and got paid as such. Fine. When a band or a company produces defective products… the first one to be called on it is the head of the company.

Our Rashey Kahal are thieves. They are in the money business rather then in the Emunah business. They are the one’s who promote Ganv’s to sit on the board. They are the one’s who M’Kasher the Sheretz (Shiksseh wives). What do you think it does not effects the students don’t they see the hypocrisy? ]]>

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Sinai Temple’s Celebration Of Israel Independance Day

Jewish musician Craig Taubman emails:

Luke. I produced and wrote the program. It was not only an honor it was a privilege. Few corrections.

1. The Sheriff did not speak.

2. We sang Hatikvah and were joined by 2200 people of all faiths saying…long live the hope…the dream.

3. The consul general was invited and was scheduled to attend.

4. I have received one critical email. Below is a small sample of the balance of emails.

Share the good! Be a Or L’Goyim in such dark times you can be a LIGHT unto the nations…

The Alah O Akbar killed me. It took me back to my childhood and I loved it. More than that to start the evening with Cantor Gole singing ” Hear our voices of God, have compassion and mercy for us and receive our prayers and supplication…” and the Muslim singer enchanting “God is Great…,” it was the true example of interfaith unity and celebration of peace and freedom.
-Jackie

I want to thank you for your efforts in producing and performing in that concert. It was very moving. It was also a seamless production from the audience’s perspective! If only the sentiment expressed could be held by the majority of the world.
– Rachel

Every touch of the night was so unique and well thought out- like the tap dancer and Rabbi Feinstein- how unique! The rapping actress was remarkable and David Broza was sensational.
More than the wonderful performances, it was the diversity in the crowd that made the night truly a night of Unity. It was beautiful that so many cultures came out to celebrate with Israel.
– Rona

The energy in that room was like no other. Millions need to get that message.
-Leslie

The Unity Concert was a beautiful event. I was very inspired by all the performers!
-Vanessa

That is all I can say, WOW! You did an amazing job last night.
-Ted
Thank you for a fantastic event. I was taken aback, I had to fight back the tears. It was a wonderful night of music by all and message of love and unity was a strong one.
-Sargeant Angela Shepherd

A tip of the hat to you on the concert last night. I thought it was absolutely stunning. A plethora of talent, eloquence and wonderful pacing.
– Jim blazer

Congratulations on a wonderful event. It was so inspiring to take part in celebrating both Israel and our ability to have a shared positive experience with religious people of different faiths. Every speaker, artist and performer was as good if not better than the last. (I am blown away that you put together a program with so many peak moments. Probably the best part for me was watching your excitement as every performer nailed their piece. Great job!
– Jay

Thank You for an incredible event. It was truly inspiring. We were so thrilled to be sitting there taking it all in.
– Holly Rothschild

The program rocked liked like crazy. Music, ministry, marching, drums, dance, and poetry

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Los Angeles Times Festival Of Books Sunday

UCLA. 10:30 a.m. Rolfe 1200. “Biography: Hollywood Legends” USC professor Steven J. Ross moderates a discussion between Peter Biskind and Leo Braudy.

Biskind is most famous of late for estimating that Warren Beatty slept with about 13,000 women in his life.

In his recent unauthorized biography of the movie star, Biskind declined to write about Beatty’s “private life” since he married Annette Benning out of consideration for Beatty’s four kids with Annette.

I find that a provocative choice. If Beatty’s ashamed of what he’s doing behind Annette’s back, then that’s his problem and his kids should blame him, not the press.

“There’s a lot of wheedling and groveling that’s not pleasant,” Biskind says about the challenge of writing a biography of a living person.

Biskind had a relationship with Beatty for about 20 years until his book came out and that relationship is now over.

Dr. Braudy is not interesting. He only offers cliches about fame.

Steven J. Ross relates an anecdote about shopping his new book (out in a year about ten actors and their influence on politics). An editor asked him for a juicy anecdote. “This conversation is over,” Ross replied. “You’re the wrong editor and wrong publisher for this book and I’m the wrong author for you, so goodbye.”

Dr. Ross and Dr. Braudy look down their pointy academic noses at gossip.

Noon. “Biography: The Artist’s Life” James Rainey moderates a discussion between Judith Freeman, Barbara Isenberg, Richard Schickel and Kenneth Turan.

Turan and Schickel look like they are on their last legs. Turan in particularly looks in bad shape as he minces in. He’s got a big ol head hanging down off a tiny misshapen body.

All three men on the panel compress their necks to the point of extinction. Haven’t they ever heard of Alexander Technique?

The women on the panel, by contrast, display poise.

Rainey looks younger and fitter than his effete LA Times photo. He introduces himself as “Jim.”

Contrary to my expectations, he’s very funny.

LA Times Editor Russ Stanton sits near me in the second row. He has good use and good posture. He exhibits grace under pressure.

Kenny Turan can’t sip from his water bottle without tensing his neck, hunching his shoulders and grimacing.

A few years ago, I asked him for an interview. He did not respond. Now that I have the power to make him well, I wonder if he’ll call.

The New York Times says that Judith Freeman pursues Raymond Chandler in her new book “like a love-sick stalker.”

I didn’t know that Chandler was married to a woman 18-years his senior. I wonder what their sex life was like.

Richard Schickel: “I’m not obsessive. I’m a writer. My relationship to my subjects is purely professional.”

He describes a biographer of Isaak Denison who took to wearing her perfume.

Before every panel, there’s an announcement that taping of sessions is forbidden. Why do the organizers waste their times with these proclamations? If someone wants to tape the session, they can. I doubt the organizers could go after us legally.

We’re also told we can’t eat or drink, but panelists and workers routinely eat and drink around us.

Richard: “Everybody I’ve written about doesn’t like Los Angeles.”

“I’m suspicious of self-conscious artist people.”

The volunteer woman up front facing the audience is having a hard time staying awake.

James: “Richard, are you using Wikipedia for all of your work?”

3 p.m. Life on the Edge: Violence and the West.

I suspect that there may be more violence on the West Coast because people are less likely to have traditional ties (to family, ethnicity, religion, etc). People who feel free are more likely to do evil.

3:30. I start the one mile hike to my car (free parking on Wilshire Blvd). It was September of 1988 that I first stepped on to this campus. I was still a virgin, but I had hopes, not just for the experience of woman, but for a cure to my Chronic Fatigue Syndrome and my life of loneliness and isolation.

If that confused 22 year old could see me now, what would he think? I haven’t accomplished as much as I had hoped. I thought I was going to be a professor. I thought I was going to get a Ph.D. in Economics from Oxford. I thought UCLA would be the home to my first academic success. I thought I’d move into polite society and walk around with prestige.

If I knew then that I’d never get well, could I have handled it? If I knew then that for the rest of my life a simple walk around a college campus would exhaust me, would I have kept going? If I knew I’d never achieve academic distinction, that I would never graduate from college, that I would never marry and have children, that I’d never go a day without crippling fatigue, that greatness would always be beyond my grasp, would I have kept the faith?

It never occurred to me that I wouldn’t have girls. I was smart and white and prior to February 1988, I was strong. Now I’m walking home alone. Nobody stops me. Nobody says my name. Nobody is waiting for me.

I had hoped to be a big man on campus. I expected to be on these panels. I felt sure I’d be surrounded by babes and TV cameras. Now I’m choking on fumes as the traffic backs up and I feel a headache coming on as I roll my jaw and wipe the sweat out of my eyes.

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Partying Like Its 6969

You can take the shiksa out of Christianity, you can take the shiksa out of her short skirts, oh, never mind…

I drove west on the Ten freeway Saturday night and was the first to arrive at Monica’s place, but within an hour, there were a dozen of us talking excitedly as our host said goodbye to Santa Monica and to her life as a Gentile.

That’s when the cops showed up.

Monica’s great in these situations. She marched over in her tiny black dress and her f***-me heels and, extending her hand, said, “I’m Dr. …Borne. I’m a professor at [prestigious university]. Would you like a drink?”

No, the cops did not want a drink. They’d received two complaints about the noise. They were supposed to fine her $600.

“Do you think that’s right?” asked Dr. Borne. “We don’t have music playing. All we have here are people talking.”

The cops looked sheepish and went off.

Then Monica did her interpretative Torah dance.

Moshiach is coming!

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Just Lunch

Last week, I had lunch with a young woman.

She was breathing and I really like that trait in a girl.

Only a simple thing prevented me from touching her — my faith in God and in the LAPD.

As our time together drew to a close, our conversation got serious.

“My therapist says I’m driven to marginalize myself wherever I go,” I said. “It doesn’t matter if it is Hollywood or Judaism or journalism. I either have to be the leader or in my grasping for leadership, I marginalize myself. I don’t relate to people in a normal way.”

“Why?” she asked.

“I could give you lots of good stories, lots of good reasons,” I said. “I’ve built them up over the years. I’ve accumulated them as self-defense. I could tell you it is because of my devotion to my craft, to writing and to art and to the transcendent. I could tell you it’s because I’m a heroic truth-seeker. And I’ve believed these things. I still do.

“I’ve thrown away my life. I’ve exchanged what was valuable for grandiose delusions.”

“Why do you marginalize yourself?”

“It’s because I’m afraid that if I were to relate to people with an open heart, if I did it without throwing up barriers between us, then people might reject me for who I am. I’ve thrown up so many obstacles to people getting to know the real me because I’m scared to death that I could not handle it if I was rejected for who I really am. So I write a blog and I do outrageous things and when people reject me for these externals, it is not nearly so painful if they chose to reject me after getting to know me.”

I had a shot at a normal life. I had one brief opportunity for happiness. And I let it slip through my fingers because I was afraid to be known for who I really was.

I moved to Pacific Union College in the Napa Valley with my parents in the summer of 1977. I entered sixth grade that September.

Here was my great opportunity to move up in social status. When you move to a new town, people don’t necessarily know that you were regarded as a loser where you came from. They don’t know you weren’t invited to the cool parties. They don’t know you’re not cool. They don’t know you’re insecure and needy. They might just think you’re interesting.

I think that’s what happened. Somehow, I must’ve made a good impression on the hottest girl in the class — Cindy Anderson. Or perhaps it was just a miracle of divine grace.

I’ve never been much interested in faith, hope, love, grace, faith and all that Christian crap, but perhaps this sparkling moment in time I’m about to describe is an argument for divine intervention in our daily lives.

So here I am the new kid at school. I don’t really know anyone in my class. I’m needy and insecure. What I’ve got going for me is a cool accent.

I’m eleven years old and increasingly interested in girls. I was fascinated by Lipsmacker. They were these tubes of lip gloss that the girls would rub on their lips and make them shiny and smelling of fruit.

I think Cindy used to diligently apply Strawberry Lipsmacker.

She might’ve been taller than me. She had a symmetrical face and clear skin. She had long shiny brown hair that flowed behind her when she ran. And she could run fast.

She was more subdued than me, more ladylike. I just loved to look at her and to dream about her. I yearned to be close to her.

Doesn’t the Torah talk about Isaac finding comfort in Rebekkah after his mother’s death? That’s what Cindy could’ve been for me — a chance to be normal, to reveal my true self, and to merge with another.

One afternoon, Cindy walked by my desk and dropped me a note. It read, “Will you go with me?”

It was the first note anyone had dropped on my desk at my new school. It might as well have been an atomic bomb. I was blown away. I blushed. My heart pounded. I had what I wanted, who I wanted, in my grasp and yet I was afraid to act. I was afraid to confess to Cindy that I wanted to go with her too.

(There was this time in second grade where I was swimming with a friend on a hot day and we were offered ice cream. I said no even though it was what I wanted most. I don’t know why I keep saying no to what I want most.)

I couldn’t look at her for a couple of days and then I started teasing her awfully. I was really mean. I was merciless. I kept it up day after day.

There was a guy in the grade above us who often walked home with Cindy. I think his name was Mark Friegal.

One day, he got tired of me teasing him about Cindy and he chased me. I ran away and I finally got tired and he caught up to me and explained that there was nothing going on between him and Cindy and I should stop teasing both of them.

I did.

After a few months, I came to my senses, and summoned the courage to drop a note on Cindy’s desk asking her, “Would you like to go with me?”

She quickly dropped a note back, “I don’t!!!!!”

I was devastated. All those exclamation marks. I told my closest friends about what had happened and swore I’d never love a girl again.

Cindy left town after sixth grade. I’ve never seen or heard from her since. I wonder if she’s still hot.

My favorite movie is Cinema Paradiso. It’s about a kid in a small town in Italy who falls in love with a girl and with the cinema. His mentor realizes he will never achieve great things if he settles down with the girl, and so he arranges to send the boy away.

He becomes a great movie director. He sleeps with a lot of hot chicks.

One day, he’s summoned to come home for his mother’s funeral. And there he meets the girl he once loved and has an opportunity to make peace with his past.

I want that opportunity too. I bollixed up so many chances. Cindy Anderson was mine for the taking and I was too scared to reach for her. Surely it’s not too late?

Over the past nine years, I’ve twice put myself back in Seventh-Day Adventist land. I have no belief in the distinctive beliefs of the church, but I have an eternal faith in the beauty of Adventist girls and smelling their Lipsmacker makes me feel young again. I feel like I am sitting in my desk in sixth grade and the most beautiful girl in the class has just dropped me a note asking me to go with her.

This time I’ll say yes.

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Action Jackson

My parents and I left the Seventh-Day Adventist church in August 1980 (I’m talking practically, not bureaucratically).

We moved to Auburn, California, where my dad started Good News Unlimited, a non-denominational evangelical Christian foundation aka the invisible church of Jesus Christ.

I entered ninth grade at the non-denomination evangelical Forest Lake Christian School.

For the first time in my life, I made friends with non-Seventh-Day Adventists.

I was miserable. I was a nobody (I used to be known as Desmond Ford‘s son, my dad was a bigshot in Adventism, out of it, not so much, anyway, it’s not like status matters that much to me, I’m more interested in the things of the spirit like faith, hope and love).

My knees had cracked up so I couldn’t jog anymore. I had nothing I was good at. I yearned for mastery and decided that journalism would be my thing. That would be my ticket to get lots of hot chicks.

I finished my first semester of high school with a 1.2 GPA. I flunked two classes (Spanish and Algebra).

The next year, I went to public school for the first time — Placer High School. It was easier. I passed all my classes.

The summer of 1982 I went back to my old stomping grounds at Pacific Union College (PUC) and got a job working at the church camp for elementary school kids. And on the job, I fell in love for the first time.

The object of my affections was a girl on the janitorial staff.

She’d been a grade behind me for my final three years at PUC Elementary School. I hadn’t much noticed her. Now I noticed her.

Her nickname (given to her by my friend Andy, who called me “Hans Ford” for my deep Germanic yearnings) was “Action Jackson.”

Action Jackson was not a theologically complex girl. Like me, she was more into deed than creed. She didn’t talk to me about the Three Angels message and I did not pontificate to her about the Investigative Judgment.

Now, lest you get dirty thoughts, please know that we went no further than kissing (which we did not do until the summer of 1983 after I’d warmed up with a couple of girls in Auburn). The one time I tried to go further, Action Jackson stopped me by seizing my roving hands and declaring, “I’m not that kind of girl.”

I think I stopped taking Christianity seriously by about age eight. I liked my religious community but I had no belief in it and was determined to leave it as soon as I could.

I wandered in a secular wilderness until the fall of 1988 when I discovered an Action Jackson style religion.

Like my first love, Judaism stressed behavior over belief. When I spent that summer of love with Action in 1982, we frolicked in the swimming pool. We rubbed lotion on each other. We lay close in the sun. We didn’t lose ourselves in abstract contemplation of our feelings. We did not meditate or pray about them. We did not compose systematic philosophy about our emotions. Rather, we acted on them.

Judaism was like Action Jackson. Judaism didn’t waste time with systematic theology. Instead, it emphasized a code of behavior rather than a code of thought.

I’m a physical being. I need physical expression for my feelings for God. I need to hold my love in my arms and to kiss her.

Judaism gives me a physical outlet. I tie on black leather tefillin straps every morning. I put on my tallit katan. I light candles on Friday night and drink a glass of wine and kiss the Torah in shul on Shabbos morning.

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Did Rabbi Wolpe Go Too Far?

Craig Taubman responds.

I got this email: When will liberal Jews realize that “Unity” does not mean embracing the enemies who want to destroy Israel and the Jewish People?

Apparently, many who attended the so-called “unity” event for Yom Ha’atzmaut in Sinai Temple were appalled.

Below is one sample of the emails to R. Wolpe flooding the community:

Rabbi David Wolpe, Sinai Temple Los Angeles, California 90024

Dear Rabbi Wolpe,

I was very much looking forward to your celebration of Israel’s 62nd Birthday and Unity Concert, but during and throughout I was very disappointed and distressed.

The “Unity” theme totally overshadowed the essence and importance of the evening– the guest of honor, Israel, the consul general and most importantly the ceremonial march of the Israeli flag were missing.

Pastor Rick Warren’s speech was too short and Sheriff Baca is probably a better friend of CAIR than the Jews.

All the participants spoke of love, helping each other, cooperation, hope and peace and extolled the name of God, but having survived the holocaust, escaped from communism and having studied the Qur’an during the past few years, I got sick to my stomach when I heard Allahu Akhbar chanted in a synagogue.

Islam’s god is not our God. Unfortunately, many people didn’t recognize the words being chanted so they were not upset.

Muslims do not love God, they submit to Him. Allah represents a rigid, oppressive and intolerant religious/political entity. Islam has not and will not cooperate with other religions and they are totally opposite to the Judeo-Christian beliefs.

Imam Jihad Turk’s remark, ‘religions should come together to create peace’ is a lie on his part. The Quran and Hadith tell it otherwise. Turk is a masterful practitioner of taqiyya, (practice of deceit). (Q.8:38-40 ‘O believers! Fight them until there is no more oppression and until the whole Deen (Way of life) is for Allah alone’. Q. 9:28-29 ‘Fight those people of the Book (Jews and Christians) who do not believe in Allah

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Yisroel Pensack: Nazi-era Luftwaffe Nurse, Founder of Chile-based Anti-Semitic Religious Sect and Convicted Child Abuser, Dies In Prison; Was Under Investigation in 1985 Disappearance of Jewish Penn State University Math Professor

The New York Times reports:

A former Nazi-era German soldier who founded a secretive German cult in southern Chile, where he sexually abused about 25 children, died of heart failure at a prison hospital early Saturday, Chilean officials said. He was 89.

The former soldier, Paul Schaefer, was serving a 20-year sentence for the sexual abuse of minors, but he was also under investigation for the 1985 disappearance of Boris Weisfeiler, an American citizen who vanished while on a hiking trip.

The Chilean government said officially that Mr. Weisfeiler, then 43 years old, drowned while trying to ford a river. But State Department and C.I.A. reports that were later declassified indicated that he was probably kidnapped by Chilean state security forces, who then handed him over to Mr. Schaefer

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Yom Ha’atzmaut, Yom Hazikaron, and Jewish American Heritage Month

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Rabbis For Obama

Joe emails: Got balls? Put this on your site.

Below is a list of California Rabbis who endorsed Obama in an open letter – copied below, vouching to Jews he was a stalwart friend of Israel – Their silence now is deafening! Are your rabbis on this list?
-Chairs:

Rabbi Elliot Dorff, Los Angeles, CA
Rabbi Laura Geller, Los Angeles, CA
Rabbi Richard N. Levy, Encino, CA
Rabbi Brian Lurie, San Francisco, CA

Rabbi Jonathan Aaron, Los Angeles, CA

Rabbi Adam M. Allenberg, Mountain View, CA
Rabbi Michael Barenbaum, Marin, CA
Rabbi Lewis Barth, Encino, CA
Rabbi Pamela Frydman Baugh, San Francisco, CA
Rabbi Leonard I. Beerman, Los Angeles, CA
Rabbi Karen Bender, Tarzana, CA
Rabbi Linda Bertenthal, Los Angeles, CA
Rabbi Sara Brandes, Los Angeles, CA
Rabbi Kenneth Chasen, Los Angeles, CA
Rabbi Hillel Cohn, San Bernardino, CA
Rabbi David J. Cooper, Piedmont, CA
Rabbi Mychal Copeland, Stanford, CA
Rabbi Stanley Davids, Santa Monica, CA
Rabbi Reuven Firestone, Los Angeles, CA
Rabbi Stacy Friedman, San Rafael, CA
Rabbi Jack S. Gabriel, Sonoma, CA
Rabbi Robert T. Gan, Los Angeles, CA
Rabbi Miriyam Glazer, Los Angeles, CA
Rabbi Jerrold Goldstein, Sherman Oaks, CA
Rabbi Donald Goor, Tarzana, CA
Rabbi Joshua Levine Grater, Pasadena, CA
Rabbi Alan Greenbaum, Grass Valley, CA
Rabbi Alan Henkin, Northridge, CA
Rabbi Margaret Holub, Mendecino, CA
Rabbi Steven B. Jacobs, Woodland Hills, CA
Rabbi Ben Kamin, Del Mar, CA
Rabbi Patricia Karlin-Neumann, Palo Alto, CA
Rabbi Jim Kaufman, Valley Village, CA
Rabbi Jonathan Klein, Los Angeles, CA
Rabbi Lori Klein, Capitola, CA
Rabbi Debora Kohn, Berkeley, CA
Rabbi Allen Krause, Mission Viejo, CA
Rabbi Lawrence Kushner, San Francisco, CA
Rabbi Noa Kushner, San Anselmo, CA
Rabbi Gail Labovitz, Los Angeles, CA
Rabbi Susan Laemmle, Los Angeles, CA
Rabbi Michael Lerner, San Francisco, CA
Rabbi Janet Marder, Palo Alto, CA
Rabbi Dan Moskovitz, Tarzana, CA
Rabbi Perry Netter, Los Angeles, CA
Rabbi Julie Pelc, Venice, CA
Rabbi Bruce Raff, Woodland Hills, CA
Rabbi Dorothy A. Richman, Berkeley, CA
Rabbi JB Sacks-Rosen, Los Angeles, CA
Rabbi John Sherwood, Oxnard, CA
Rabbi Suzanne Singer, Los Angeles, CA
Rabbi Ruth Sohn, Los Angeles, CA
Rabbi Ron Stern, Los Angeles, CA
Rabbi Martin Weiner, San Francisco, CA
Rabbi Josh Zweiback, Los Altos, CA.

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