October 11, 2016
Rabbi Samuel M. Cohon
Last week on Rosh HaShanah I spoke about flat tires, and particularly, bicycle flat tires, of which I have had a plethora of late. Thank you for your kind comments about that sermon, and those who shared their own cycling stories with me, including suggestions on how to avoid flats. One of you even suggested we start a new program at Temple, in which we bike 25 miles and then stop and have coffee and argue about the Torah portion. We would call it “The Weekly Torah Cycle”, or maybe, more appropriately, “Ride and Rant”.
In any case, a week ago, on the morning of 2nd Day of Rosh HaShanah, before I helped lead our Northwest 2nd Day Rosh haShanah service with Rabbi Appel, I decided to go out for a quick ride—20 miles on a cool morning, perfect way to start the second day of the new year. I ended up riding at the same speed as another guy, and we struck up a conversation about biking. And then—you probably guessed it—I got a flat tire.
My new friend stopped and helped change the tire, and as we were finishing I said, “I really hate getting flat tires. But I’m a rabbi, and at least I got a sermon out of it this week.”
He looked at me strangely, and said, “Did you just say you are a rabbi? Then I have something to tell you. You now have a story about a rabbi and a priest. Because my name is Jim, and I am a Jesuit priest…”