It’s that time in the Torah service. That time between the fourth and the fifth aliyot. One week, I close my eyes. Another week, I rise to stand. Or another week, I say the names. Yet another week, I join hands on the bimah.
I’ve been saying the Misheberach, or the Jewish prayer for healing and renewal, for myself and my community every time I attend services for the past eight years. And I’m not better yet.
