Kol Nidrei Sermon 5787 A few weeks ago, I hopped on my bike and went for a ride all the way up to the eastern Tennessee Mountains. It was fantastic. Huge, rolling mountains and valleys that stretched for miles, rushing streams and lakes and blue skies with just enough clouds that it would have made a perfect muse for an artist. Riding around the twisting roads of the mountains, each new turn could unfold into a view that seemed to go on forever. I thought of Psalm 121, “Es