This is my week to cover evening minyans at our synagogue. There are several regulars, who usually come on Sunday evenings to help make sure that we have ten people, enough for a full prayer service and so that mourners have a chance to say Kaddish, a prayer that proclaims God's holiness (despite the recent death of a member of the family). Tonight I saw a congregation whose husband has just died, along with her daughter, son-in-law and their two daughters. They are not part of the regular crowd. So together, we have four adults. Nowhere near ten. Then a regular arrives. Then two more. Now we are at seven. I begin to make calls. I call one and then another person who has offered their time to come almost no matter what. They don't even miss a beat. Once off the phone, they must grab the keys and go. There is no other way to explain how fast they arrive. Two other arrive, and we have ten. Once again, God's holy name is glorified, and it took some doing, but we did it. Such is the life of a minyan in Kentucky.