For just a moment, my mind drifted back home. It had been more than an hour since Mother had sent me to gather firewood. I really should head back…the bread would need to get started soon, and one of our neighbors had ordered extra for their daughter’s wedding feast the day after Shabbat. But I had to hear more…I was just beginning to make some sense of what the Teacher was saying. It was a complete reorientation.

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