As I walked my daughter to school this Friday morning, we chatted about the pre-Shabbat party for which she was bringing the grape juice. I started singing a song I used to sing in kindergarten, and asked her if they sing it in her class as well. She told me they do. Pretty cool how some things stay the same.
Contrast that with the ever-evolving work environment. When my grandfather was my age, he typed his longer letters, and sent telegrams to convey shorter messages. When my father was his age, he sometimes used a state-of-the-art word processor to compose letters he could fax for the price of a phone call. I spend the lion’s share of my waking hours tapping on keyboard wirelessly connected to an oversized flat screen, on which I can do pretty much anything (besides for changing diapers).
Our work mode is changing faster than we realize.
Yet Shabbat remains a constant. Every seven days we go off the grid and spend quality time with our souls, our families and our tradition. In three cities, I, my father, and my grandfather sing the same exact songs. (And yes, we all sing off-key.)
Join us. It’s the timeless gift of time.
on behalf of the Chabad.org Editorial Team