Staying in a hotel room in Beijing on Yom Kippur was a totally new experience. Leave out the fact that I have lived here for 18 years: for the first time, I was here alone, without my wife and son, and with no home to go to.
No TV. No computer. No Kindle. No books. No room service. No mini-bar. No iPad. No smartphone. And not much of a view – you don’t stay on the 39th floor on Yom Kippur (or Shabbos, for that matter.)
Just a thunderstorm outside my window and a soft bed beneath my back. Did I sleep? It was probably the best night’s sleep I have had in months, maybe longer.
There is a lesson in that, I think.
- Shabbos – A Day With Hashem; Sincere Repentance (jewishpress.com)
- Yom Kippur and Depression (coffeeshoprabbi.com)
- Until When Can We Tip The Scales? (jewishpress.com)
- Before Yom Kippur, forgiveness isn’t easy, but it makes the world right again (wilmingtonfavs.com)