Shabbat of Shalom and Reflection

shabbat_candle_lightingOn  Shabbat, I want to offer a moment to reflect on the recent tragedies and acts of horrible violence we have experienced.

The words Shamor v’Zachor (Keep and Remember) will dance in my mind as the light from the flickering flames of the Shabbat candles fill the room. It will not be a joyful beautiful dance. I will somberly reflect on what it means to remember and preserve Shabbat. So much violence, so many lives needlessly taken by fear and violence. How will I react?

I hope to rise above my own anger and frustration. Instead of hate, I want to resolve to be part of something better. I will look to my community and join with them as my community joins with others. I hope to become part of something greater that aligns with the message of hope instead of despair, of love instead of hate, of joy instead of pain. [Read more…]

Shabbat Shalom… But Not For Everyone

— by Steve Wenick

Friday November 16, 2012 – Erev Shabbat

I just read this posting on Facebook ; it is an honest report – unlike what much of the media reports.

I’m Elinor, I’m 18 years old and I live in Ashdod, Israel. I live in a building with 3 floors and I don’t have a shelter in my house, which means I have to go downstairs with all the other neighbors to our building shelter. you can see how the children are in panic, and that there’s nothing we can do, we’re hopeless. we have only 45 seconds to reach the shelter. You can hear the bombs really good.

Hamas is a terrorist organization just like Al-Qaeda and many others. this organization’s goal is to hurt as many innocent citizens as he can.

I can’t live a normal life like this. Nobody can.

In response to the above posting a friend of mine Cory Goldstein posted this comment on Facebook.

Exactly. This is Eti Zlotin’s world too. Older buildings have no safe rooms so you have to run out to the stairwell. I experienced this firsthand last week. We were woken up at 5:30AM by the siren. Eti immediately got into military mode and started rushing me out of the house. But what does this clueless and sheltered American from Voorhees, NJ do? I began gathering my laptop and cell phone and stuff; meanwhile Eti is yelling that there is no time and we just have to go.

Unfortunately since she lives on the 4th floor of her building we couldn’t make it all the way down to the basement so the only place that is “safe” is the stairwell. I was told that the Qassam rockets cannot penetrate more than one or two walls so everybody in the building must gather on the 2nd floor of the stairwell. That was just one time that we heard the siren; it was nothing like what they’ve been experiencing this week!

How can anybody live like this?

Shabbat Shalom… But Not For Everyone