My kids have winter break at the end of January, instead of in December, so a few weeks ago we were south-bound to Miami, along with the rest of the Hebrew Academy of Cleveland.
Last week a young man was killed in battle. His name was Amichai Oster, and he was twenty-four years old. He died defending his beautiful country, Israel, and he died trying to eradicate evil from this world, evil that took 1400 lives and kidnapped 240 men, women, and children on that horrific day of October 7th.
Every year on Rosh Hashanah I try to think of which new mitzvah practice I can deepen for that upcoming year. For those of you who have participated in our “Mitzvah Challenge,” you know it’s not so simple to come up with the right thing. It can’t be too hard, or it won’t stick. It can’t be too easy, or there’s no point. It can’t be too complex, too abstract, or have no measurables, or you won’t ever know if you’re succeeding. But every now and then God “dropboxes” just the right idea into my head.