every synagogue is different, especially when it comes to high holiday services. the prayerbook is dense and the language is beautiful. there are prayers that must be said but the rabbi still has a great deal of flexibility to choose what is read during services. i became very used to BT's way of doing things. toward the beginning of last thursday's service the rabbi read a sentence that i didn't remember and i was pretty sure i was in the right place. "this rosh hashanah, each of us enters this sanctuary with a different need."
the rabbi started his sermon and told everyone he had recently cried while looking at facebook. a colleague had posted a video that made him weep:
he spoke about the video and a little about storycorps and storytelling. he talked about being a people of stories and the importance of both sharing our stories, being open to really hearing other's stories.
when services were over, i didn't stay for the reception. i was feeling all the feels and needed to just process it all.
when i went home and told shawn, he laughed and said, "so he got your number." yeah, i think he did. i think i found a new congregation and rabbi. i also think i'm really and truly over being pissed off at my old rabbi. huh.