By Sarah Hurwitz

September 27, 2019

In a couple of days, I’ll be joining millions of other Jews world-wide in celebrating Rosh Hashana, the Jewish new year. As a child, Rosh Hashana and Yom Kippur—both of which involved dull, largely incomprehensible synagogue services—were two of my main points of contact with Judaism. And each fall, as I sat in a synagogue and mouthed prayers that insisted God is all-knowing and all-powerful and will surely reward or punish us for our good deeds or sins, I could almost taste the disdain on my lips.

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