
Why hasn't anyone gotten tired of breaking the glass under the chuppah?
I'm sitting here in Jerusalem scrolling through my feed - elaborate bar mitzvahs, over-the-top weddings, business banquets with seven types of meat...
And then reality hits:
60,000 new reservists just got called up.
Another hundred days ahead.
My family members are out there risking their lives,
Facing enemies,
Sleeping in sand,
No real bathrooms,
No real showers,
Not changing their socks for weeks.
Women and children left at home, hearts pounding.
And when I speak to the common folk outside of Israel, I hear:
"What, the war is still going on? I mean, I know it is still going on but you know everyone is just really burnt out. They can't keep hearing about it anymore".
So you console yourselves and throw a bone -
"We sponsored a BBQ for the soldiers!" - and go back to your lives.
If you're tired of hearing about this war, why aren't you tired of breaking that glass at every wedding?
Maybe because the breaking of the glass has just become an interlude before the band jumps in with "Od Yishama" and everyone starts dancing.
Maybe it really has nothing to do with the Beis Hamikdash anymore, because if it did, why aren't you tired of hearing about that.
Sorry if this makes anyone uncomfortable.
The duality of the situation just does not seem real.
It's not just me, but this disconnect is hitting me to my core.
Do we only get your attention when you hear another tragedy, chas vishalom a hutar le-pirsum - then we get the sympathy
"Oy, another soldier, I can't take it anymore."
Then.. Life must go on, back to enjoying Galus, as out of touch as it is.
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