I came to shul early this morning and left my door wide open to all those who might come seeking what a synagogue and community can provide.
Krieger Schechter Lower School was just starting its day and after the Pledge and Hatikvah, teachers and children sang
“My country, ‘ tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing;
Land where my fathers died, Land of the pilgrims’ pride, From every mountainside let freedom ring!”
They were sent off to their classrooms with instructions to be kind and look out for one another.
It is Kristallnacht today, and one of the ways that it has traditionally been observed in our younger grades is with the planting of bulbs. Bulbs are planted in the fall when it seems impossible that anything will ever bloom again. But inside that gnarly root is the potential for beauty – delicate buds, enchanting fragrance, a joyous riot of color. Planting bulbs is an act of faith that with careful tending something surprising will emerge after the long winter’s night.