Moshiach is here. He gets his mail in Crown Heights, and was blessed, years ago, by the rebbe of Chabad. OK, so he didn’t ride in on a donkey, he drives a Toyota. Such are the perks of modernity.

Last October, I was pushing our baby stroller on La Cienega Boulevard when an Orthodox man driving a “Sukkah-mobile” (a car with a small sukkah strapped to the roof) drove by, blaring the song, ...

Throughout the millennia of our bitter exile, our ancestors pined for Moshiach to come and redeem us. For many years, Jews were cruelly oppressed by the masses among whom they lived and by autocratic ...