Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Sanctuary

I did Kapparos this afternoon. It's the closest I can get to Erev Yom Kippur. Oh well.
After my chicken and I bonded over me telling it how it would take my place and be ritually killed (don't worry, it's the most painless way it can die...), a pleasant, smiling woman asked if she could take my chicken to a sanctuary.
Um.... what type of synagogue would let this woman just bring chickens into their sanctuary?? That's where people pray!! You don't need feathers and droppings all over the place!!
I gave her my sweetest you-must-be-crazy-so-I'll-be-extra-nice-to-you smile, and said, "No thank you."