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United in Tears

United in Tears

What matters is that we cry and never stop caring.

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It has been three days since the grisly murders at Merkaz Harav. I clicked on to the news sites and saw the faces of the beautiful young boys gunned down. Oh those faces, sweet young smiling faces. How they speak to me. All the stages you know they go through, all the hours and years put into raising them and building them, gone in a moment.

The funeral was something to behold. It was an experience filled with reverence and holiness. Thousands came. There should have been tens of thousands. It started with a kindness to the living. The day was hot, a dry desert wind blowing. People were closely packed. I felt a kinship with all the women standing next to me, although I did not know anyone. There was an announcement that they would be distributing water. I have never been at a funeral that did that.

This funeral was different in so many ways. This funeral, as the eight boys draped in talleisim lay before their yeshiva, was perhaps the saddest one I have ever attended. It wasn't only the youth of the boys; it was also a feeling that the Arabs had struck at our very essence. Our Godliness was challenged, our Torah was trampled. Like Amalek many years ago, they came to destroy it. They came to make us question God and His providence; they came to dismantle our emotional and spiritual core.

The ambulances stacked up, waiting to take them to their burial places. Seeing them lined up like that made me cry from a depth I didn't know I had.

Then I heard it, a wailing sound from thousands of people all happening at the same moment. The crowd was as one

Then I heard it, a wailing sound from thousands of people all happening at the same moment. The crowd was as one. I remembered the verse in the book of Exodus, "And it came to pass in the course of those many days, the king of Egypt died and the children of Israel sighed from the bondage, and they cried, and their cry went up unto God from the bondage."

Grown men, women and children all crying. We stood there and just wept as the desert wind gently blew. Many words were spoken, heartfelt, sincere and necessary words, but somehow it was the crying that cut to the core. The cry of the children of Israel.

This is no small thing. When it is sincere and very deep it reaches the uppermost heavens. It reaches the Almighty Himself: "And now behold, the cry of the children of Israel is come unto me; moreover I have seen the oppression whereby the Egyptians oppress them."

We are at a point in history when as Jews we are being assailed from all sides. Even defending ourselves is cause for critique and condemnation. It is almost as if the world has reached a point where they would like to pretend that we did not give them the Ten Commandments. They would like to believe that it is they who have the moral upper hand. It is enough to make one scream in frustration and pain at the absolute falsity of it all.

But at the end of the day it doesn't really matter what they think. At the end of the day what matters is that there are eight beautiful and holy boys taken from us. What matters is that we cry, what matters is that we never stop caring, that we dare not forget Amalek .And ultimately what matters more than anything else in the world is that we know with absolute certainty that the cry of the children of Israel will be answered by God Himself.

Published: March 9, 2008


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Visitor Comments: 22

(22) Patrick, June 1, 2008 5:57 AM

it is painful, i cried

it is painful, i cried

(21) Miriam Meyers, March 27, 2008 11:12 AM

Still crying

Lynn, your article helps me accept my tears. I find myself - during davening, or doing dishes - just crying. I think about Avraham David as a toddler, with his feathery white/blonde hair. I think about his mother's true devotion, as she thought before everything she said to him, everything she fed him, every hug or kiss (She used to call him "Sweet lips"). I think about the news report of the way his chevruta and he were mercilessly murdered, not only in cold blood - The murderer professionally calculated how to complete his job. I cry , finding myself in a present reality where those who hate the Jewish People pass out candies to celebrate this bloody massacre. You have helped me accept and understand my tears. May we cry as one until the time our mouths are filled with laughter. "Az yimaleh schok pinu!"

(20) Anonymous, March 23, 2008 5:12 PM

thank you---may our tears bring healing

Thank you--it was very moving. May our collective tears somehow help to heal the deep pain we all feel.

(19) cm, March 22, 2008 4:14 PM

Unity is the solution

Very well said, there is nothing more comforting that supplies hope for a better future than the idea of unity within the jewish people that is why it is so important that each person views this terrible incident as a personal loss of something that was very dear to him, may we merit the rebuilding of zion and the building of the beit hamikdash

(18) dina, March 14, 2008 1:54 PM

Thank you

i wanna thanx you so so much i love that people have writen about all of this and i aspecialy thank you b/c i took so much information to my reaserch paper

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