“Binyamin, you’ll eat by me, and you won’t sleep in shul tonight”
It’s been over 20 years since I began my practice of giving a jar of honey to everyone in shul on the first night of Rosh Hashanah. The distribution does add an additional hour to my time in shul, but the time is well worth it as it allows me to spend a precious few moments with my beloved congregants.
When Binyamin K. came to shul that Rosh Hashanah night, he was unusually quiet. After davening, I noticed him standing near the empty coat room. Although I was tired and a big part of me wanted to get home to rest, it was Rosh Hashanah, the time we seek out extra mitzvos. Who knew what would tip the scales?
I overcame my tiredness and reached out to Binyamin.
“Gut Yom Tov, Binyamin. Aren’t you hungry?”
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