Thursday, September 19, 2019

If I Let Him

There is a man I look up to who had a lot of sadness in his life. One of his children died as a newborn. His daughter was violently raped. Two sons fought and one killed the other. And the second son subsequently died. Despite his sorrows, this man never faltered in his faith and he wrote mainly beautiful lines.

Your rod and Your staff comfort me, meaning the challenges you send me show me You’re there.

To declare that G-d is just, He’s my rock and there’s no wrong in Him, meaning I accept that I don’t understand everything G-d does, but I believe He has a plan.

Thursday, September 12, 2019

Once Again: Am Yisroel Chai

This isn’t a new message but it’s an important one. A message that I’ll tell over and over again as long as I’m able to do so. This time I heard the message in a kibbutz up north where our family had gathered to celebrate our oldest grandson’s Bar Mitzvah. We had a small minyan made up of relatives and a couple of close friends. Right before the Torah reading my son stopped the service with an announcement.

“The Torah scroll we were given to use is very special.”

Thursday, September 5, 2019

Farewell to Safed

Tradition teaches there are four holy cities in the Land of Israel. Jerusalem is connected to fire, Chevron to the earth, Tiberias to water, and Safed the wind. Indeed, the first time I visited the heart of the Galil in 1972 I was struck by the special spirit I felt in Safed. Somehow, though, I didn’t feel it on subsequent visits to the town. Perhaps it was blocked by the crowds of tourist. Only after my son made the Old City of Safed his home did I find the enchantment once more.

There’s a special feeling to being an insider among all the sightseers. It feels good to be treated like an almost native. However, recently my son accepted a teaching position in a yeshiva in the Golan. He and his family would be moving. My husband and I decided we needed to say farewell to Safed. Of course, we can, and probably will, go back to visit, but it won’t be the same.

Wednesday, August 28, 2019

Can Love Conquer Hate?

It’s the last week of summer vacation and tomorrow I’m supposed to watch a few grandchildren. Intending to keep them off the computer screen as much as possible I’m brainstorming ideas for activities.

Baking ‘s good. Everyone likes to eat.
There’s grocery shopping together. I can use their help reading labels with small print.
Playground and pool and Legos should keep them happy for a while.
Suddenly a perfect idea! The nearby spring of water only ten minutes from the house. Cool and refreshing. Just as quickly as the idea came to me, I dismissed it. Following the murder of Rina Shnerb, h’yd, at Danny’s Spring, some forty kilometers from my home last Friday, I knew I couldn’t go to our local spring without a weapon to defend myself.

Thursday, August 22, 2019

Our Adopted Grandfather

Moving my family to Israel meant my children grew up without any extended family. It was natural that the friends we made who had also left relatives behind became more than just friends. We shared each other’s joys, sorrows, and even kinfolk. Most of those overseas relatives were happy to let us adopt them. None illustrated that better than Saba Shmuel.

Sunday, August 11, 2019

Tisha B'Av at the Kotel

                               Sometimes a picture is really worth a thousand words.

Friday, August 9, 2019

Am Yisroel Chai

The first thing I saw on the news this morning (Friday the 8th of Av, the 9th of August) was pictures of nineteen-year-old Dvir Sorek's funeral. Wednesday night, on his way back to school after purchasing end-of-the-year gifts for his teachers he was abducted and murdered. Although he'd  learned in the Shilo grammar school  I wasn't acquainted with  Dvir. Still, I know just ten minutes from my home, in Ofra where Dvir grew up, another family has been plunged into mourning. I also know that some of our Shilo boys are in deep emotional pain. It hurts all of us.

Also painful is the fact that tomorrow is the anniversary of the destruction of both the first and second Holy Temples.  Unless a miracle happens we'll be having a day of mourning Sunday. So much sorrow.

Then, though, my eyes caught another headline. This past week some four hundred people met together to honor their mother, grandmother, great-grandmother, and great-great-grandmother. Shoshana Ovitz, a one-hundred- four-year-old Holocaust survivor, asked her descendants to gather at the Kotel. Most of them did: 

courtesy of algemeiner

When I looked at the picture I reminded myself that the Almighty will never forsake us. The Jewish people will continue to survive. Soon, we'll have full redemption. Soon our prayers will be answered.