Friday, August 9, 2019
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:
Thursday, August 8, 2019
|The latest victim of Arab terror, Dvir Sorek, hy'd, courtesy of Aruyz 7|
HaShem we need Redemption!!!
This year the ninth of Av falls on Shabbat so the fast for mourning the destruction of both the first and second Holy Temples will be pushed off to Saturday night and Sunday. That was the way it fell out seven years ago when I posted the following article.
And After Tisha B’AV August 5th, 2012
This year the ninth of Av fell out on Shabbat. That meant that we did not fast and mourn for the destruction of the First and Second Holy Temples, and countless other tragedies, as we do every year. Instead we celebrated Shabbat with song, prayer, and joyful meals. The fast and mourning were pushed off until Shabbat ended. Therefore we had a taste of what the Ninth of Av of the future will be like, the Ninth of Av after the Moshiach has come and the Third Holy Temple will be rebuilt. Then, no matter what day the ninth of Av is, there will be no mourning and fasting. Rather it will be a holiday.
Thursday, August 1, 2019
According to Google there are three shopping malls in Ramallah, some twenty-five kilometers from my home. I wonder if those malls are full of outlet, up-scale, or franchise stores. As curious as I am, I can’t find out for myself. At the entrance of the turnoff to the Arab city, Ramallah, this sign is posted.
|courtesy of Jerusalem Post|
Thursday, July 25, 2019
We all know that. We also know that Judaism is one of the smallest religions in the world. And Israel is among the fifty smallest countries. So sometimes my corner of the earth seems rather crowded. Therefore I know I better watch how I behave when I’m out in public. The girl I’ve hassled with over a seat on the bus could end up being my son’s wife. The man with only two items whom I refuse permission to go in front of me at the check-out might be my judge in traffic court. The lady I was rude to in the restaurant could be the anesthesiologist for my upcoming surgery.
Thursday, July 18, 2019
This isn’t a pretty story and I should probably be embarrassed to write it but maybe someone can learn from my mistakes.
It all began last Friday morning when I got irritated with my husband. After forty-five years of marriage I know the time to complain is when I’ve just begun to get annoyed, not after I’ve been stewing in my frustration so long that the pot is ready to boil over. For some reason, which I don‘t understand, I ignored that important life lesson. When I finally confronted my husband I was hot.