By Rabbi John Rosove
Published on May 16, 2013
By Rabbi John Rosove
Published on May 14, 2013
By Rabbi John Rosove
Published on May 12, 2013
By Rabbi John Rosove
Published on May 5, 2013
By Rabbi John Rosove
Published on May 2, 2013
By Rabbi John Rosove
Published on April 30, 2013
By Rabbi John Rosove
Published on April 29, 2013
By Rabbi John Rosove
Published on April 18, 2013
By Rabbi John Rosove
Published on April 15, 2013
By Rabbi John Rosove
Published on April 12, 2013
By Rabbi John Rosove
Published on April 11, 2013
By Rabbi John Rosove
Published on April 8, 2013
By Rabbi John Rosove
Published on April 3, 2013
By Rabbi John Rosove
Published on March 31, 2013
By Rabbi John Rosove
Published on March 27, 2013
By Rabbi John Rosove
Published on March 24, 2013
By Rabbi John Rosove
Published on March 15, 2013
By Rabbi John Rosove
Published on March 12, 2013
By Rabbi John Rosove
Published on March 7, 2013
By Rabbi John Rosove
Published on February 21, 2013
By Julie Gruenbaum Fax
Published on September 27, 2012
It’s not often that a rabbi’s High Holy Days sermon is interrupted by a standing ovation. But that is what happened — twice — when Rabbi John Rosove, senior rabbi of Temple Israel of Hollywood, dedicated his sermon on the first day of Rosh Hashanah to explaining why he was changing a long-held position and would from now on officiate at interfaith weddings.
By Rabbi John Rosove
Published on February 13, 2012
Published on January 10, 2011
I have known Debbie for 35 years, since we were on staff together at Camp Swig.
By Rabbi John L. Rosove
Published on August 7, 2003
Watching the sunrise over Lake Tahoe is one of my great summer pleasures. I usually awake before my family and, in solitude, watch as the contours of the lake begin to take shape in the morning light. The serene stillness of this mountain silence is punctuated later only with the distant sounds of speed boats and water skiers, the mute screams of glee from those sailing beneath billowing parachutes pulled by fiberglass vessels. And if it is quiet enough, I can hear the flapping sounds of sails riding on crafts as they slowly pass me.