How apt this headline.
This morning I was blissfully ignorant of our tragedy
until my daughter called about eight. We comforted each other as best we could,
with me reminding her of our friends who had suffered the worst tragedy imaginable.
Losing a child to terror. And yet, those
friends continue to stay strong in their faith.
Later, I found some more comfort when looking over this
week’s Torah portion. I read how the
Jewish people complained about the lack of water in Marah and three verses later
they arrived at Elim with its twelve springs of water and seventy date palms.
Then in the Wilderness of Sin they ran out of food and shortly thereafter HaShem
gave them the manna.
In other words, we have no way of understanding HaShem’s
plan. We have no idea what good is waiting for us in the near or far future.
By the time the tragedy was announced, all the families
had been notified. Therefore, I knew my loved ones were not among the fallen. Would
I know any of the dead? Throughout the morning I tensed up every time the phone
rang. Now, at the end of the day, it seems that I have no personal connection
with any of the deceased. Still my life has been touched. I know there are more
orphans, more widows, more bereaved parents. More tears. So many tears. When
will it end?
Please HaShem! Let us see the good. Let it be in the
near, not far future.
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