When my friend Max called me up to suggest we host a dinner for a dozen or so close friends, it sounded like a great idea. I’d been wanting to gather everyone together for a while, at least since Donald Trump was elected and our faith in democracy was upended. Because, even in the darkest moments of history, you don’t postpone joy.
And since Max and I are both Jewish, and I had the next Friday night free, I thought: Why not a Shabbat dinner?
It’s almost a commandment, I said.
It’s the fourth commandment, Max said.