The Baal Shem Tov once said,
Imagine a man whose business propels him through a maze of streets and across
the marketplace through the long day. He
almost forgets that there is a Maker of the world.
Only when he realizes that it is
time for Minha, the afternoon prayer, does he stop to remember that he must
daven.
Then, from the depths of his heart,
he sighs. In that moment he is full of
regret that he has spent the full day on vain, idle matters. He moves into a side street, stands still and
prays. God holds him very dear and his
prayer pierces the firmament.
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