What follows is the written text of my Rosh Hashanah morning sermon exploring why we need the synagogue. I would like to speak this morning about ancient history. On this Rosh Hashanah I wish to meditate on history and wonder aloud about our future. For this occasion I have unearthed a number of artifacts. Here is the first show and tell item. It is of course a record album, an exhibit of classic vinyl. I uncovered this in my basement buried in the boxes from our move eleven years ago to our current home. There remain my albums stacked neatly in the moving boxes, never again to be unpacked until this very moment. Some of my younger students might be marveling at this object. Yes, this is what I once used to play music. To put this in contemporary terms, this double album contains 26 songs, a mere fraction of the 1,000 songs presently on my iPhone. This of course is no ordinary album. It is Pink Floyd’s The Wall . I recall the discussions when this album came out. It wa
"From the place where we are right flowers will never grow in the spring." Yehuda Amichai