Eighteen years ago I heard the shofar blow at the end of Yom Kippur with a heavy heart. I felt we should go back and pray the prayers of the day all over again. Without the Holy Temple how could we know that the red thread had tuned white and our sins were truly forgiven*? We were a little over a week into the Oslo War then and I worried how many of us had not been sealed in the Book of Life.
Just ten days later one of the rabbis my son looked up to was murdered in a terror attack, becoming the ninth victim since the beginning of the new year. The bad news continued with drive-by shootings, suicide bombers, roadside bombs, and stones. What had happened to our poignant plea, our Father, our King thwart the plans of our enemies?