It all happened quite by accident. Literally! One evening in late July my cousin and I were chatting contentedly on the phone. I'd given her some honey, and she wanted to compare it to some of the old honey she had in her cupboard. She took out each jar and read it to me. Clover honey. Orange blossom honey. Kosher honey. KOSHER honey? I'd never really heard of that before.
The next day, my fiancé Rolf, was badly injured and ended up in the ER in Orlando, some 300 miles away. Needless to say I was worried and concerned. He was really a mess and I was placing frequent calls in to the hospital.
When the phone rang a little later, I quickly answered, awaiting news of Rolf's condition.
"Hello, this is Rabbi Schochet." My heart froze. Ohmygosh. Clergy. They must have run out of priests and now this Rabbi was calling to tell me that Rolf was dead. I think I stopped breathing.
This Rabbi had seen my listing on Local Harvest and was calling to tell me about the benefits of having my honey certified as Kosher.
And so, I figured it was a sign from God! I'd never even heard of Kosher honey and then when I did the next day an unknown Rabbi from Georgia calls me to tell me about it? I'm Protestant. Rolf's a recovering Catholic and German to boot. I figured it was something profound like that quote from Revelation: "The leaves of the tree were for the healing of the nations."
So let's hear it for world peace, Germans, Jews, Protestant, Catholics, and honeybees, circumcised or not. Happy Rosh Hashanah for those who celebrate. May your New Year be sweet.
May the bees in the trees be for the healing of the nations....
Let there be Peace on Earth and let it begin with me....
PS. Rolf is fine...