I was half asleep as I lit my hanukiah this evening, the last night of Hanukkah.
As I prepared to eat my evening meal of raw oats with grapes and soy milk, I thought to myself, I’m not really a good Orthodox Jew. I fall short in so many ways. I was just going through the motions there. I want sleep.
Then I started watching “No Strings Attached“, and I thought, well, in comparison with these people, I really am a man of holiness.
