BH, we are settling in. Or trying to. Still in our temporary apartment so we can only settle so much. Our lift is now in storage until we are ready for it. I have been hard at work with the kitchen designer and the kablan (contractor) and hope to start renovations on our actual apartment probably the beginning of Elul. Our deadline to be out of our temporary apartment is the end of October, so this will be challenging. But, that is a worry for another time.

Last Shabbos we were with our son and family in Bnei Brak. We stayed over for Sunday and went on a very fun trip to a park in Kibbutz Chofetz Chaim. When we returned to Yerushalyim about 7:00, it was time to shower and change to get ready to go to 2 bar mitzvahs. One was in the Ramat Shlomo neighborhood and the other was in Har Nof. We travelled with our oldest son and daughter-in-law, who also knew both families. We stopped for a quick mazel tov to the bar mitzvah in Ramat Shlomo and then hopped in a cab up to Har Nof.

The grandmother, Miriam, of the bar mitzvah boy in Har Nof is an old friend of mine. She and I grew up together in Albany, NY. There were only a handful of Shomer Shabbos girls around my age at that time in Albany, so we were very close. We celebrated a joint bat mitzvah that featured a brand-new singing and composing talent that no one had heard before, Rabbi Shmelkie Brazil. He was a friend of Miriam’s brother. This was her first grandchild’s bar mitzvah, a very special simcha. I was delighted to be able to participate and Miriam was very happy to see me.

The bar mitzvah was in a beautiful shule in Har Nof. K’heilat Bnei Torah. 5 Agassi St. I am not sure how many people in Baltimore remember the name of the shule and the address, but this is the shule where the Har Nof massacre occurred almost 2 years ago. November 18, 2014. Where 5 very special Rabbanim were murdered while they were davening Shacharis. There is a beautiful plaque on the wall by the entrance to the shule to memorialize these Rabbanim. And there is something more. Bullet holes. In the glass doors and windows that form the front of the shule, there are 6 bullet holes. It made my blood run cold. I stood there, after the bar mitzvah was over, late at night, on the very quiet, very dark street and stared at those bullet holes.

What message should I take away, what message should we all take away? First of all, it is a very stark reminder that we are still in golus. Whether we are in Har Nof or Hong Kong. The geula is not yet here, no matter how beautiful life is here in Eretz Yisroel. And so such things can happen. There is a certain sense of insecurity, of vulnerability, to stand the site of such a horrific attack and see even a tiny bit of the destruction. Perhaps we should bear that in mind before we speak lashon hora or disparage any Jews or Jewish communities. We are in golus. We are vulnerable. And we need Mosiach to come.

Secondly, we need to remember that this attack, as is everything that happens, was not random. As one of the wives of one of the kedoshim put it so beautifully – “Arabs did not kill my husband, Hashem took him as a korban”. I am no Navi. I cannot pretend to understand why these things happen. But I do know that it is not a random, senseless act of violence. It is a message from Hashem. We need to unite as a people. Tragedy always brings us together. But we need to not wait for tragedies to occur. And then perhaps, Hashem will not need to bring them

May He see fit to bring the Mosiach, speedily and in our days.