It’s true. You read it correctly. There wasn’t a typo. A handful of weeks ago, I did not want to go to services.
I was tired.
I had a long week.
I had a busy weekend ahead of me.
I didn’t even want to host a Shabbat dinner, I just wanted to have a quiet night to myself.
But I listened to your voices, the ones who often leave our services saying, “Rabbi, you know, I really wasn’t in the mood to leave the house and come to services tonight, but it turns out that it was exactly what I needed, I’m so glad I came.”
Your reminder was just what I needed, and the lively services lifted me up: my energy, my spirit, my smile. All it took was showing up to Temple Emanu-El on a Friday night and Shabbat did the rest.
I hope you’ll join me tomorrow night for services outside on the Schiffer Family Terrace Chapel.
Come hear the bigger story of what really happens when the rabbi doesn’t want to go to services. I promise, there’s a message for everyone in what I learned.
Soak up the holy vitamins of Shabbat: sing with us, pray with us, come be with your Temple Emanu-El family.