Yesod shebe Hod
Foundation in Gratitude
Sunday evening May 26 and Monday May 27
I look at the man more closely. The yellow undertones of his skin soak in the slanted light as the day settles into evening. His eyes are green like the leaves of an olive tree. ‘Modah ani lefanecha, I give thanks before You for my soul,’ I think. Then I know who he is. This is Judah. Yehudah. When he was born, his mother Leah said, “This time I will give thanks to God,” and named him. “Odeh et Adonai,” she said. “Sh’mo Yehudah,” and named him Yehudah.