To those of you who were worried that I was unhealthily smug, worry not. My day of davening at Hadar was the most humbling prayer experience of my life.
And it happened again. I spend all year in places where I am either the most liturgically knowledgeable person in the room or it’s easy to convince myself that I am. At Hadar, any attempt to convince myself of that would be remarkably hard and stupid. So that’s refreshing and, again, humbling.