As we often do on Yom Kippur, I begin with an apology. I am sorry to be here, in the middle of Kol Nidre, perhaps for many of us the most important, mysterious, and meaningful day of the Jewish calendar, yet again asking for money. I find it distasteful, even sacrilegious to interrupt our spiritual…
On Yom Kippur, I usually want to stay in shul all day, partly because, dehydrated, hungry and caffeine-deprived, I enter a kind of trance state, latching on to some parts of the service, fading out during others, and then sometimes finding a way to reenter the moment. (I guess giving a drash is one way…
