Two weeks ago, I stood in Shul with the holy ark open in front of me, as we all proclaimed G-d's name with the passion and devotion of millions of others with us and before us in history, rededicating our lives to Him.
One week ago, I stood in Shul, reveling in watching my children dance joyfully on Simchat Torah, until they literally spilled into the street.
And here I am now, trying to figure out our perplexing religion which commands three weeks of a non-stop spiritual marathon when we entrench ourselves in spirituality…and then it all comes to a sudden halt.
On this Tuesday morning.
As I sort through piles of mail, chop some vegetables, pre-treat some laundry and retie my son's shoe.Or does it?
I sort through my mail and discover an envelope that belongs to the neighbor next door. Looks like mindless, useless junk, but I take the time to bring it to her, knowing that only she deserves to make that decision.
I chop some vegetables, and cook a hot, nutritious kosher dinner for my family.
I pre-treat the laundry and have the pleasure later of folding warm, fresh clean undershirts that will wrap my children in a layer of love from the icy winds outside.
I retie my son's shoe, once again, without losing patience with him, and conclude with a kiss, once again, that will stay in his emotional memory forever.
Because Judaism is not about serving G-d and being spiritual solely in a Shul, with the holy Torah scrolls in view. It's about serving G-d at all times, wherever you are, and whatever is demanded of you. You can bring G-d pleasure with intense prayer on Yom Kippur, and you can then bring G-d the same pleasure on an ordinary Tuesday when you are honest in business, cook a hot, nutritious kosher meal for your family, or take care of their physical and emotional needs warmly and lovingly.
So in a spiritual way, it's actually Yom Kippur-on this regular Tuesday.


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single blast of the Shofar which marks the end of Yom Kippur, the Rebbe began a song of victory dubbed "Napoleon's March". The Rebbe stood on his red velvet chair and over 10,000 Jews running on soul power (after 24 hours of no food or drink), sang and danced in their places. My father who was standing in the back of the packed synagogue held me above the crowd so I could see the Rebbe. The most spiritual service of the year ended with the greatest expression of joy. I was 3 years old at the time.
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