Thirty days before Rosh Hashanah, the sound of the shofar can be heard. It’s the world’s most ancient alarm clock.
â€œGet off your tush, take an accounting of life, dude.â€
And I start to think. Where am I? Am I in a rut. Am I lost. Where exactly do I think this will get me. Does this path lead to honors and integrity. How can I maintain my since of self. Am I all about myself. Do I care enough about those around me. Do I show my love for those that are kind to me. What does God think of me, and what I am, and what I am becoming. What do my great-grandparents think as they look on at my life. Are they proud of me. What can I change and what should I maintain. Its only thirty days before the day of Rosh Hashanah, the clock is ticking, the sand is falling through the hourglass. Wow is there a lot of work to do.