It’s about Jews embracing their heritage, through practices that will remain unchanged from the first Shabbos till the last.

An encounter with the rock legend taught Jimmy Baron a lesson he’d never forget.

How Shabbat and the teachings of an early 20th century Polish Kabbalist helped me find purpose, meaning and my true place in this world.

An astonishing 155.7millimetres of rain fell in Dallas over 22 and 23 October 2015, during one of the worst storms to hit the area in recent memory. The record rainfall flooded Abby Widom’s entire house – but she nevertheless followed through on her commitment to keep her first Shabbat.

Beer pong, flip cup, keg parties, Toby Keith and… The Shabbat Project? As difficult as it is to believe, they do all share one thing in common.

There is a sacred chain stretching back 4 000 years, connecting Jews in the present day with their ancient forebears. In October 2014, I discovered it in a single instant.

Today, the very idea of “going for a walk” is a radical act of purposeful purposelessness. On Shabbos, it’s just what you do, because you must, but really because you can.

With well over 400 sleek black-marble stores worldwide and die-hard fans as far flung as Tokyo, Sydney, Seoul and New York City, Kooples founder, owner and creative director Alexandre Elicha believes that Shabbat is seriously on-trend.

You’ll find him equally comfortable slipping between front row seats at International Fashion Weeks and his local beit medrash — and here’s how it all began with a magical Shabbat in Ibiza.

This is not a sentimental story about how Shabbat observance immediately made us happier, or even more spiritual – no sound and light show, no fireworks, no revelation on the way to Jerusalem. It’s a story about blessings.

Mark Halawa grew up as a Palestinian in Kuwait, and later discovered he was Jewish, after a chance encounter with a retired philosophy professor and an overwhelmingly powerful Shabbat experience reconnected him to his roots.

It starts off like a leisurely waltz. It morphs into a maelstrom of madness. The shopping the cleaning, the preparation. The March of the Menu. At dusk, I approach the candles, pause for a moment to take a breath, and strike the match. Then I walk over to the couch for my favorite moment of the week. Sit down. Lean back. Ahhhhh. There is nothing – nothing at all – like sinking into cushiony heaven after an entire day on your feet. That “Ah Moment”, to me, epitomizes Shabbat.

A Chassid, a Yeshiva University alumnus and a South African backpacker whose Jewish identity was forged from Woody Allen films meet at the Western Wall. Their chance encounter “felt like a conversation between brothers that had begun thousands of years ago”.