by Bradley Burston
This year, this Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur, I'm giving God the day off
You invented life itself, breath, free will, children. You designed and assembled us with the capacity to love, to comprehend mirrors, to regret, to do over. Just this once, let us show you what we've got.
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Lord of Hosts, I don't know if You read Shana Tova greetings by Yourself. I know You have staff. But on the chance that they forward to You, and that this one makes it past the interns, here's what I'm thinking this year: