First, it was the Holy Sabbath, and then the Sabbath; then Sunday, and now it is just the weekend. But, in the process, we have sown the wind, and now we shall reap the whirlwind. We must ask ourselves: Where will our sanctuary be when the wind blows and the rain beats down? To what safe harbors will we flee when the oceans of life are in turmoil? When we are tossed about as flotsam and jetsam, never coming to a knowledge of the truth, to what sources will we look for the stability we so desperately seek, or for the answers to the greatest questions in life that trouble our spirits?