Last weekend we went to Wisconsin for a family retreat with members of our synagogue. Sunday morning the camp grounds were blanketed in a thick, white fog. I woke up early to go for a walk and as I headed out of my room in the lodge, I found myself walking alone down the long hallway. It was silent, save for the gentle squeaking of my rubber shoes on the linoleum.
As I looked ahead to the doorway, all I could see through the large window pane in the door was a bright white light.
I stopped in my tracks.
Was I dying?
Was I going to see the the field and the meeting house when I opened that door or...what?
But I'm here, so I guess you all know how it turned out. It was a very surreal moment, though.