Beit Midrash

קטגוריה משנית
To dedicate this lesson
During these months I am being invited to communities throughout the country, on weekdays and Shabbatot, to be strengthened and to strengthen a little; many times, unfortunately, due to the death during battle of one (or more) members of the community. The average profile of the families I meet there is more or less like this:

The father – an educator / high-tech / accountant (circle as relevant) – a major in reserves of a command center and in parallel, part of the community's area defense unit; the mother – a principal / doctor / self-employed (circle as relevant) – head of the ZaHI [community emergency/resilience] team (is everyone on the ZaHI team?) and at the same time, looking after the grandchildren of the daughter whose husband is in the reserves; the children – the three sons are army officers and the four daughters are married to officers; two family members donated a kidney, lung, retina or something. When we arrive on Friday for Shabbat (in order to use their housing unit that they donated for the benefit of the guests who come to visit), it turns out that the husband is on reserve duty and the family is now busy baking challah to distribute to the soldiers at the checkpoint or to the evacuees from the north in the nearby community...

That's the reality! These supermen and superwomen belong to a species of superheroes who, there is nothing to say apart from admiring them. Perhaps to add the words written by Naomi Shemer to the "Nahal outpost in Sinai" where she found "the beautiful, lost and forgotten Land of Israel" some fifty years ago:

"I saw so many beautiful things,
So many beautiful things for which
I wanted to hug everyone there.
To whisper to the discomfited faces
'Oh, may there be a guest hotel in the desert'".

The bad will pass
The good will prevail
With God's help.
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