Dear Temple Israel Family,
It’s hard to believe that 6 months ago, I left my Omaha home to move to Georgia. For the record, I’m rooting for the Huskers in the bowl game. (Don’t tell my congregants!)
I’m writing this during the 4th day of Chanukah, reflecting on the many lights present in my life, and thinking on those gifts given to me “in days passed.”
I am constantly grateful for the six wonderful years I spent at Temple Israel, and in Omaha. My friends are already sick of me talking about Blue Line Coffee, Dundee, and the Taco Truck. Even more than those, I miss you – my friends, congregants, mentors, teachers and colleagues. Temple Israel brought so much light into my life, and I am better because of my encounters with you.
In about a month, I will celebrate my installation as Congregation Children of Israel’s rabbi. It’s perfectly fitting that Rabbi Azriel will install me. On this visit, I hope that I do not crash his car. (If you don’t know the story, ask him to tell you!)
Things are wonderful for me in my new position. It’s an exciting place to be a rabbi, and I’m enjoying working with all of our committees and auxiliaries. I chant Torah every Shabbat evening, and I’m hoping to develop an adult education program similar to Temple Israel. I’ve also spent some time working on my Web site (www.rabbiericlinder.com.) In addition to rabbi-ing, I am the saxophone player in a local klezmer band. One of my congregants has dubbed me the “saxy” rabbi. I still haven’t found a Blue Line replacement, but there’s always hope …
Every Friday night at services, I wrap myself in the *talit* that you presented to me on my last service. I continue to be comforted, inspired and challenged from the lessons that came with me on my journey to Athens, GA.