I watched Fiddler on the Roof today in my intercultural communications class. It took me back to my days in Jewish land.
This is the holiest day of the year for Jews.
Since I only realized this fact about an hour ago, I unfortunately didn’t do much to observe this sacred day, except watch Fiddler on the Roof.
Despite my lack of observance, on this day, Yom Kippur, Jews all around the world have been fasting, praying, and going to synagogues, seeking forgiveness from God.
I wish I was in Jerusalem now, so that I could be experiencing the streets empty of cars, the tvs and radios without broadcasts, and the shops and businesses all closed.
But I was lucky enough to be there for Passover, and for many a Shabbat, and especially lucky to be there for Holy Week, with Palm Sunday, Good Friday, and Easter.
Actually, I was lucky enough I got to be there at all! What a incredible blessing that experience was. Life changing.
I still miss it, almost more than I can bear.
