Happy New Year
I'm on probation these days. For it's that time of year when Jews put themselves on trial before the High Judge, so I write today's column from the dock, being my own accuser and, at the end of these Ten Days of Repentance, my own defense attorney. Even my own forgiver, if I can show myself sufficient mercy.
It's a simple assignment, and there's really nothing to worry about. Because the fix is in just between you, me and the whole world. The presiding judge loves me, and at the drop of a prayer will forgive anyone who calls upon Him in sincerity and humility. It's not
