(Adapted from an essay originally published in the American Conference of Cantors’ Koleinu)
I have a confession: there have been times when, between ensuring that the choir, organist, rabbi, and lay participants know what they are supposed to be doing, worrying about the less-familiar music, and trying to pace myself, physically and mentally to endure, I have neglected my personal religious obligations during the Days of Awe. Especially in the first year of a new pulpit, when the High Holidays often feel like a belated audition in front of the entire congregation, my mind and my heart have not always been directed toward the work of repentance. I will dare to presume I am not the only one who has transgressed in this way.
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