In the mystical halo that surrounds him, the spirit of Shabbos is a tangible thing. His warmth swathes the crowd in holiness. It stretches like the sun’s rays, all the way to the ezras nashim
JUST A BIT OF WARMTH This is why I’ve come. To see the face of a man who is numb to his own pain and broken by the pain of others. To inhale just a little bit of the warmth of the palpable kedushah
T here are so many reasons I don’t go to tish Friday night.
The kids laziness the cold laziness the distance laziness. But I definitely want to go certainly would go if not for well the kids the cold the distance and what me? Lazy? Oh please.
But one Friday night with the temperature dipping into the teens opportunity knocks. I’m hurrying home from a cousin’s sheva brachos toes and fingertips numb with frostbite when I pass Fifty-Fourth Street.
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