I try to walk the road of Judaism. Embedded in that road there are many jewels. One is marked “Shabbat” and one “Civil Rights” and one “keeping Kosher” and one “Honor Your Parents” and one “Study of Torah” and one “You Shall be Holy.” There are at least 613 of them and they are of different shapes and sizes and weights. Some are light and easy for me to pick up, and I pick them up. Some are too deeply embossed for me, so far at least though I get a little stronger b trying to extricate the jewels as I walk the street. Some, perhaps, I shall never be able to pick up. I believe that God expects me to keep on walking Judaism Street and to carry away whatever I can of its commandments. I do not believe that God expects me to lift what I cannot, nor may I condemn my fellow Jew who may not be able to pick up even as much as I can.
Adapted from Rabbi Arnold Jacob Wolf, Mishkahn haNefesh for Rosh Hashanah, 159














