One of the interesting aspects of living in Jerusalem are the constant encounters with Jewish history.
For example, one of the Light Rail stops is Shimon HaTzadik, named after one of the High Priests.
When the train pulls into that station I often have two thoughts.
I was troubled during the Yom Kippur davening.
Toward the end of the amidah we beseech God, “May it be Your will that I don’t sin any more.”
I was thinking that I’m saying what I really mean, but I know that I will sin again.
I wanted a strategy to overcome sin.