Shabbat Sermon: Reading Kohelet with Rav Hazzan Aliza Berger

Published: Oct. 4, 2020, 5 p.m.

On Tuesday, Solomon and I spent hours lugging wood and trellises up three flights of stairs to assemble the frame of our sukkah on the roof. At the end of the day, I asked Solomon to take a picture of me, in between the walls of our sukkah, in a power pose.  I sent the picture to our family with the caption \u201cwe did it!\u201d

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On Sukkot, we read Kohelet and Kohelet has a lot to say here.

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On Wednesday, I woke with a start. An ominous crash sounded on our roof. I catapulted out of bed, imagining that our sukkah had collapsed or was about to blow off the roof to cause who knows what damage.  I ran up to the roof in my pajamas, dodging the plants that had toppled in the wind.  Our sukkah was still standing, but barely.