Perhaps Sept. 30 showed up right before we paid tribute to Oct. 7 to deliver this message: Remember the tragedies but never forget the miracles.
It’s hard to imagine commemorating such a dark event on a day of joy. The cognitive dissonance would be unbearable.
While the atrocity of Oct. 7 is viscerally lodged in my memory, there is one thing I’ve been trying very hard to forget.
No matter how loud and how long and how often and how eagerly they have screamed, all they see are stubborn Jews who just keep going, Jews who can’t be stopped.
They can destroy our Temples and demonize us on social media, but they can’t destroy a joyful spirit that never stops building. That enduring spirit is the power of the sukkah.
The collective assault against Israel has been so broad and deep it’s been hard finding anyone in the mainstream media who will dare go after the Hamas murderers whose biggest victims are the Palestinians.
If ever there was a silver lining for the alarming rise in Jew-hatred, let it be the karmic prospect that the act of hating undermines the happiness of the haters.
Have you noticed that we’re hearing “Shana Tova” a lot more than “Shabbat Shalom”?
The thing with labels is that they stick. That is a good thing for a group like the Nazis, but to nonchalantly slap the “genocide” label on Israel and its supporters is criminal.
This thought came to me while I was visiting with my friend Dennis Prager and we discussed him writing our Rosh Hashanah cover story.
