Rosh Hashanah: Duality of Joy and Sadness
Every year, at some point during the Rosh Hashanah service, the thought strikes me anew that it was on this day that the Holocaust was decreed. It is admittedly an odd thought, for someone who was born two generations afterwards, but at the same time, unintentionally, the gravity of the day sinks in when that thought re-enters my mind. A day that couples sweet treats, and heartfelt prayer, one in which we ask the previous year's curses to be bygone, and the blessings around the corner to come expediently, is perplexing by its very nature. Perhaps all the more perplexing is the historical context that applies to it. Referred to in the Torah as no more than a day in which there is "remembrance of the blasting of the horn," Rosh Hashana has taken on mythic proportions, rich in detail, angels hastily scurrying about, the Satan, jarred by cacophonous sounds that disturb his quiet, and shift the balance in our favor. Rosh Hashanah was a day, in the Navi, or Prophets, which si...