Personal Providence
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On Yom Kippur, on his way home from prayers, Boaz saw God sitting on a bench near the synagogue. He just kept walking without making eye contact, minding his own business. “Hey, come over here for a ‘sec,” God called out casually, and when He saw that Boaz wasn’t moving, He patted the bench and said, “Come on, sit down, I won’t bite.” B…