Before I became an observant Jew, I viewed religion as something that belonged in the synagogue, but not in everyday life. Discovering that Jewish law pertained to every aspect of my life was beautiful, but admitadly somewhat overwhelming at first. At some point I got used to it, and realized that I wouldn’t want it any other way.
Coming to Israel for the first time and seeing how Yiddishkeit permeated all of life here made the decision to make aliyah much more compelling. I still find it wonderful – and the little things can make my day.
This morning I went outside to hang up my laundry, and I heard the shofar (rams horn) blow. At first I thought that one of the minyanim (prayers with a quoram of ten men) had ended, where throughout the Hebrew month of Elul the services end with a shofar blast, but I quickly rejected that idea. The timing wasn’t right.
Then I realized that it was my neighbor. He blows the shofar every year on Rosh HaShana (and does a great job!) and was getting in some practice time before going to his hi-tech job.
What a lovely way to start my day!