On Yom Kippur you are the hero

You are the hero of this story, hen you go to synagogue challenging conventions and social rules, rationality, atheists, antisemites and non believers.

You should admire your son, who is sitting besides you without  understanding a word of what is being said, while his friends are playing on line games and surfing the web.

The heroes of this story are your mother, your grandma, women who assisted during the war to their dears’ death, women who breathed human smoke in concentration camps. And are anyway coming every year again to confront G-d in His home.

We, who come from a nation full of discussions, of doubts, of divergency and persecutions, and we put aside once in a year all our questions to get only answers, we are the heros here.

Our legs are so brave while they bring us to the synagogue and announce at every step, I am a proud to be a Jew.

The hero is our soul that, despite our trials to shut up its mouth and cut its wings, it sits silently on a corner waiting patiently.

Because our soul knows that there are twenty five hours in a year when no one can silence it. A whole day in which only its voice will be heard.

During the next hours we will be only G-d’s children, part of unique divine plan.

During this day, when we close our eyes and shout

Shema Israel H’ Elokeinu H’ Echad

Hear Israel, G-d is our G-d, G-d is One

No barrier,

No obstacle,

No wrongdoing,

No  outrageous thought,

No mistaken past

No offensive behaviour,

No sin

Nor transgression

Can come between our Creator and us.

On Yom Kippur we are one with The One who wanted us here in His world.

Gmar chatima’ tova’

Gheula Canarutto Nemni