Shabbat Dinner - ANZAC DAY - 25 April 2014

Friday 25 April - following the service

Following the special service for ANZAC day and Yom Hashoah commemoration, join us for a special Shabbat dinner.
 
We are delighted to announce that Peter Allen, who recently had an article in the Jewish News about the role of the Jewish Soldier in the First World War has agreed to make a short presentation at the dinner.
 
Costs
  • Member family.- $50.00 includes children under the age of 13 years
  • Non Member Family - $60.00
  • Single Adult -  Member - $20.00
  • Single Adult Non-Member - $25.00
  • Children aged over 13 years and under 18 years  $15.00

Click here to register

Shabbat Tot Service and Dinner Friday 2 May 4pm

 
 
 
 

Come celebrate Israel’s Birthday with your friends at NSTE  Shabbat Tot Service!

There will be a special Pizza-Making for the children followed by a  Family Meal   
Cost for each child is $5.00.  
Booking is essential to ensure we have sufficent goodies for each child (by April 29th) Click here to register

An End to the Silence on Syria

Rabbi Nicole Roberts Sermon for Pesach 5774

4 April 2014

 
One of my all-time favorite things to do is sit on my balcony on a sunny, breezy summer day and read a good book.  It rarely happens, but when it does… it’s my idea of paradise.  Well, one Shabbat, while David was away, there was trouble in paradise.  I came out, book in hand, ready to settle down, when right next to my chair I spotted a giant bumble bee, in agony.  It had somehow knocked into something, stunned itself, fallen on its back, and landed by my chair, where it was fluttering around desperately—confused and buzzing.  
 
The noise and the sudden sight of it startled me, activating a very primal fear.  I froze.  I realized that the bee simply needed to be flipped over, right side up, so that it could regain its senses and resume its normal affairs, but who knows what its trajectory might be upon taking flight.  Bees don’t have a good track record with humans.  They sting people.  I didn’t want to get stung, and if I risked saving this bee, then not only might I get stung, but so might others—you know… at some point.  It’s just too dangerous, I concluded.  So, I’m ashamed to admit, I took my book, went back inside, and shut the door.  I missed out on paradise that day, and callously passed up the sacred act of saving a life.




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