Out to Lunch
Early this morning my daughter in law called and told me about a conversation she had just had with the four year old…sweetsie tootsie, on the way to day camp. It went something like this.
“You know, Imma, the most important thing a person has is sechel.” (Hebrew/Yiddish for intelligence).
She looked down at him, amazed at what the little fellow was thinking and asked,
“And why is that?”
“Because, it’s the sechel that tells a person’s conscience what is right and what is wrong.”
Not bad for a four year old, I thought, kvelling.
But, what do you do when your sechel’s out to lunch?
At 9:05 this morning, two more of our precious soldiers were kidnapped. This time by the Hezbollah.
They announced that they wanted to show solidarity with their Hamas brothers in Gaza.
Lovely.
Like thieves in the night we slunk out of Lebanon. Like ashamed interlopers we evacuated Gush Katiff.
And for what?
Now our soldiers are back fighting in both places.
Zahal, the IDF, just announced seven dead. They have just called up 6,000 milluimnikim (reservists), and who knows what will be next.
Has the Lion of Judah had enough? Finally? I certainly hope so. Because if we are just playing tag, the price is too high for my blood.
Someone from the Knesset hung up a sign, Out to Lunch.
My prayers are with our soldiers and their families…all my relatives.
Have a good day…stay safe…thanks for dropping in.
posted by marallyn ben moshe @ 3:05 AM
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The Guv offers this prayer:
Y'HE ROHZOHN MEELFONEHCHOH...
May it be Your will to cause war and bloodshed to vanish from the earth, to let a great and wondrous peace prevail in all the world. So never again shall nation lift up sword against nation, nor ever again shall they train for war.
And this reading:
PEACE
The young soldiers do not speak.
Nevertheless, they are heard in the still houses: who has not heard them?
They have a silence that speaks for them at night and when the clock counts.
They say: We are young. We have died. Remember us.
They say: We have done what we could but until it is finished it is not done.
They say: We have given our lives but until it is finished no one can know what our lives gave.
They say: Our deaths are not ours; they are yours; they will mean what you make them.
They say: Whether our lives and our deaths are for peace and a new hope or for nothing we cannot say; it is you who must say this.
They say: We leave you our deaths. Give them their meaning. We were young, they say. We have died. Remember us.
Gates of Prayer
We are all keeping as close tabs as possible on what is going on. I feel it
is very difficult for me to say what should or should not be because I am
here and not there. But the whole Gaza thing makes no sense to me.
Frankly, a lot of everthing also makes no sense to me. The communities were
evicted and it's still not good enough. Not only did the Palestinians raze
the land, greenhouses, etc., they want, want and want. My thoughts and
prayers are with the military defending the nation along with the parents
and the whole country. I along with the Jews in the Diaspora must know how
greatly this affects all of the Jewish people no matter where they live.
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