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Rivka, who has late-stage can­cer, on the power of pray­ers dur­ing the High Holy Days: “The first day of Rosh Hashanah, as the first sounds were heard from the Sho­far, I felt the gate of heaven open, and knew that God was lis­ten­ing di­rectly to me. Silently, I prayed to God. I want to live. Please, let me be writ­ten, for an­other year, in the book of life. As I stood there, with my eyes closed, pray­ing to God, tears sud­denly burst from my eyes. Em­bar­rassed, I quickly lifted my open mach­zor [prayer book], and cov­ered my face.

“The sound of the Sho­far con­tin­ued to carry my des­per­ate plea. With ev­ery t’kiyah [call], more tears fell, as, silently, I begged God, please, let me live. Im­mersed in my pri­vate di­a­logue with God, I heard a voice call­ing me back. Stand­ing next to me, my wor­ried lit­tle daugh­ter whis­pered ever so qui­etly and sweetly, ‘Ima, why are you cry­ing?’ I put my fin­ger to my lips, in­di­cat­ing that she should be quiet. I could not an­swer. We do not talk dur­ing the blow­ing of the Sho­far. But that is not the only rea­son I did not an­swer. I was over­whelmed by the power of prayer. I could not do any­thing, but plead with God, while those gates were still open.” cof­fee­and­chemo. blogspot.com

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