A couple of weeks ago, I wrote about how – if you are going to only going to attend shul infrequently – Rosh Hashana and Yom Kippur are possibly the two worst choices for your visits (Twice a Year).
This morning, the day after what is arguably the longest and hardest day of the year to be Jewish, I realized that the Rabbis of old weren’t dumb. They saw that after the prayer marathon that is Yom Kippur, we might be so drained, so completely put-off, that we’d be tempted to skip it all together.
So they organized things so that it’s one of the shortest services of the year. Entire chunks of the service – even things we normally say – are omitted during this break between Yom Kippur and Sukkot. It’s a service which is over in the blink of an eye, especially as compared to the previous days’ marathon.
The brevity left me disoriented. It left me almost hungry for more.
It made me wish, once again, that everyone who left services yesterday muttering “Thank goodness I’m not coming back to that for another year” would have gotten their dates mixed up by just 24 hours, so they could experience the contrast for themselves.