Texts: Leviticus 19: 9-16; Matthew 22: 34-40
Sometimes on Sunday afternoons as I am driving I listen to a program called “The Great American Songbook.” Now, before I make this comment, you should know that I really do enjoy the old songs with their old renditions, Jo Stafford singing “The Nearness of You” or even Vera Lynn with her “There'll be Bluebirds over the White Cliffs of Dover,” a glorious old World War II song. What I really can't stand is schmaltz.
The word schmaltz, which we use as a derogatory term referring to maudlin sentimentality, has its origins in old Yiddish cooking; the word actually refers to rendered chicken or goose fat, a staple in orthodox Jewish cooking, which prohibited the use of butter or pork lard in cooking meat. How the word moved from a kitchen to the world of...
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