One night he found the perfect subject, sprawled at his very door – a dirty, hideous, drunken creature. The artist gently lifted this lost soul and carried him into his studio. He worked feverishly through the night to finish his sculpture. The next morning, in gratitude, he rose early to tend to his guest. The artist showered, shaved and dressed the man, only to discover that this pitiful figure was the very same person he had sculpted as the most beautiful person so long ago.
The sounds of the shofar – short and long, wailing and rejoicing: They offer us the choice for success or failure. Which shall it be? The shofar teaches…it’s up to us.