One of the ironies of Rosh Hashanah is that we’re supposed to look inward during a holiday when we’re looking outward at the biggest synagogue crowds of the year.
To be honest, if I could strike my chest and simultaneously hit myself over the head like an irate chimpanzee, I would.
Some of my most precious memories are of the days in preschool when my toddlers learnt the beautiful minhagim associated with Rosh Hashana.
“We feel fortunate to only have lost about 9% of our [900] members” since the pandemic struck, Senior Rabbi Adam Kligfeld said. He attributes the relatively light hit “partially to luck, partially to decisions we have made and also because of the coherence and resiliency of our community.”
The High Holy Days are a time for family and friends to come together for prayer, celebration and contemplation.
It was a Rosh Hashanah like no other. It was the Rosh Hashanah when I felt as if I held a “Book of Life” in my hands. On that day, for the very first time, I opened S.Y. Agnon’s beautiful High Holy Days book “Yamim Noraim — Days of Awe.”
“The High Holy Days are such an important, spiritual, traditional and cultural time,” musician Deborah Stokol told the Journal.
Many people I’ve talked to in my community struggle with overeating on Shabbat, on the holidays and in everyday life
I’m thinking a lot about the reading for the second day of Rosh Hashanah, which centers on Avraham bringing Yitzchak up to the point of sacrifice.
In the past year that ends this weekend, leading to Rosh Hashanah, “no significant deepening of any of the acute challenges facing the Jewish people was observed.
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