Biography of Lewis Eron
Rabbi Lewis John Eron, Ph.D. is presently the Jewish Community Chaplain for the Jewish Federation of Southern New Jersey in Cherry Hill, NJ. He is a 1981 graduate of the Reconstructionist Rabbinical College in Wyncote, Pennsylvania and received his doctorate for the Religion Department of Temple University in 1987. He has also studied at Johns Hopkins, at Yale and at the Hebrew University in Jerusalem.
Rabbi Eron has served the Jewish community as a pulpit rabbi, college teacher, and organizational administrator. He has written extensively in the areas of biblical studies, Jewish-Christian dialogue and Jewish thought and is the co-author of Bursting the Bonds? : A Jewish-Christian Dialogue on Jesus and Paul, (Orbis Press,1990) a ground breaking exploration of the founding figures of Christianity in light of contemporary scholarship and interreligious dialogue.
Rabbi Eron has been a leader in Jewish-Christian / interfaith dialogue on the local, national and international level. Currently, he represents the Reconstructionist Rabbinical Association at the consultation between the Presbyterian Church (USA) and the National Council of Synagogues. He co-chairs the planning committee for the Catholic –Jewish Institute of Understanding of the Catholic-Jewish Commission of Southern New Jersey and is the chair of the Inter-faith Committee for the JCRC of Southern New Jersey.
In addition to his chaplaincy work, Rabbi Eron writes poetry, children’s stories and is presently at work on a theology of Judaism. He also writes a regular column for The Jewish Voice of Southern New Jersey on the weekly Torah portion and has served as an adjunct professor of Bible at the Reconstructionist Rabbinical College in Wyncote, PA.
Rabbi Eron lives in Cherry Hill with his wife, Gail Trachtenberg, and their two children, Abby and Andrew.
Lewis Eron Poems
In Gettysburg I walked Amongst the multitude of monuments and marble markers On Cemetery Ridge Where bronze soldiers stand ready
Lighting a Memorial Candle for One of th...
Even if I could light six million lights I could not rekindle your light And your’s was only one Not one in a million
What happens when you die? All your friends will say “Good-Bye” And your loved ones will cry And someone will try
Praying for the Sick
I'd rather write poetry than cure souls Stringing pearls to tie my thougts in ordered rows Than to set their fears, their dreams As glass gems in a plate breast plate
In Your Light We See Light - Shabat Morn...
I know I’m blessed with a low wattage halo. At prayer, the old folks use it like a night light Just bright enough to mark their path but not too bright To disturb their sleep. No doubt they would choose to go
Pausing for Havdalah
Havdalah is all about burning ones hands with hot wax And spilling wine as the Shabbat ends and we stop practicing perfection and step out into the confusing confection we call creation
' When Will I Be Myself Again? ' To Aly...
Some Tuesday, perhaps, In the late afternoon, Sitting quietly with a cup of tea And a cookie;
A baboon has very pretty tushie Not like ours that are fat and mushy. His is colorful, tight and firm Our’s like to bounce and wiggle and squirm
Shabbat in Sivan
Shabbat in Sivan starts too late And ends too late The sun never seems to set Nor stars appear
Ascending Mount Sinai August 1975 Rememb...
Dear God Since we cannot abide your light Give us a good set of sunglasses Or better, better night vision
God, the Bookkeeper
Dear God, Heavenly Bookkeeper You better not err this year.
The Song of Freedom - A Prayer Reflectio...
When did we leave Egypt And when did Egypt leave us? When were the chains of slavery broken And when did we finally truly feel free?
Final Confession in the CCU
I beat death today. In a race from the lot to the CCU And I only left When they called me to say he was coming
I was born out of silence Formed out of stillness With the first great cry, 'Let there be! '
Mother Sarah - A Sonnet
Sarah runs races round and round the home’s halls
Ricocheting back and forth, searching for folks not here
To me, invisible, but seen by her far better I fear
Than she sees me. Now tripping, slipping over my foot, she falls
On Marvin’s empty lap who curses her as she calls
To her pappy or brother or asks Marv for a beer
Or a wet, sloppy kiss or ice-cream, chocolate perhaps, to clear
Her mind. Up she stands. Stepping like wind dancing beach balls
She tumbles in her chair and turns and