Not #showingupforshabbat

I thought about going to temple this weekend. I thought of dusting off my kippah and downloading my Jewish Apple Music playlist and singing L’Cha Dodi at the top of my lungs as I drove down the road to St. Louis and the nearest Reform congregation. The Judaism brought to life in that song brings a smile to my face and joy to my heart, and somehow–this week–that doesn’t feel okay. For what it’s worth, I know that it should. Continue reading “Not #showingupforshabbat”