Six Hours at the Dealership
I finished the first draft of my Rosh Hashanah sermon unusually early this year, thanks, improbably enough, to a car dealership. I had been thinking about the sermon for a while and had the basic ideas in mind, but I had not yet worked out the argument and structure or actually begun writing it. And then, last week I brought my car in for its New York State inspection, an oil change, and a few recall repairs. They told me it would take two and a half hours, so I brought my laptop. There was a waiting area, coffee and snacks, and I figured I would get a little work done. Six hours later, my car was finally ready. And so was the first draft of my sermon. Since then, I have been pondering why I was able to accomplish so much there. There was nothing particularly inspiring about the surroundings. But I couldn't go anywhere. No one was going to knock on my office door. There were none of the many small tasks that would normally compete for attention. I had one large piece of work to do...