“ANYONE WHO NEEDS A SECOND CHANCE”
I know this guy.
Growing up, his home was glatt kosher (and that’s pretty kosher), but still not kosher enough for his cousins and grandparents because his parents would occasionally turn on the lights during Shabbat. He struggled with the stringencies of Jewish observance. He was taught to read and write and recite, but never to understand. Prayer was speed-racing; its objective was to reach the end the service, not to open the heart or awaken the soul.