Today was the second day of Rosh Hashanah. We, of course, had services yesterday and today. Now before you get started, our services were held outside under a giant tent, the seating reflected the accepted recommendations for social distancing, and everyone wore a mask. In fact, most of the Russian guys even wore their masks correctly. I would say nes gadol haya sham, a great miracle happened there, but that would be a different holiday.
Outside. The entire service was the same, yet different. The Rabbi rose to blow the Shofar, an ancient instrument made of a ram’s horn. The rabbi was born in Russia. Next to me, as always, was my friend Danny who had been born in Iran. Around me were men who were born in South Africa, Russia, and exotic Steubenville. As the Shofar was sounded we were connected to our parents, grandparents, and generations going back thousands of years. And we were connected to generations yet to come.
L’Shanah Tova Tikatev V’taihatem, may you and yours be inscribed and sealed [in the Book of Life] for a good and sweet new year. May this be a year when we remember to honor our connections to both our past and our future.
Picture – A Sweet Year – David L Cunix