We all have our scars, both physical and emotional. Each of us carries our own burdens. As a rabbi, I regularly hear stories of brokenness in our community. Whether it be divorce, illness, death, addiction, mental health, family estrangement, or a host of other issues or challenges, we all lead complicated lives. And I hear it all. I have the honor of spending time with families in moments of great grief and pain and immense joy and celebration, and often it’s a mixture of both at once. On our joyous occasions, we feel great longing for our family members who didn’t live to see this beautiful moment. And in our times of sorrow, we find a reason to smile over the simplest memory. We are all imperfect, searching for meaning, hope, and connection in our lives. The emotional and physical wounds that we carry are a heavy burden, representing the overwhelming weightiness of the human condition. We are all broken.