Everyone's eyes are turned north. Business is heating up there. The smell of chaos rises in the air. A sense of pressure. The best experts are being recruited from mothballs for flash interviews. The editors from the various stations are racking their brains on which side to attack from. Security experts, the Ministry of Homeland Security, lobbyists, businessmen. Who doesn't.
No. This is not about the rebel attacks on the northern border. Not about the increasing missile threat from the Syrian Golan Heights. Meron. Saturday night. The Shining Hour.
Will it collapse or not – that is the question that is being asked. You can cut the tension with a knife. There is no Shtiblah who has not started the prayer on time. Everyone is gathering outside. Will it collapse! Damn it! (The error is intentional) What's the matter? This time everyone is in Golani! (At the junction, not in the IDF) Will it not collapse!
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Where are the prayers, where is the longing for the joy of one of the righteous men of the world, Rabbi Shimon Bar Yochai? Where is the longing to shave the head of a child who joins the Jewish people?.
We missed out a bit, friends.
Why don't we stand up and say it out loud: Enough with the hand-wringing and desperate attempts to arrange permission for a private car to be taken to the Chief Rabbi of Entrance C in Block 6. Why don't we uproot from our midst the idiots who park the car in front of the police checkpoint, and anger those who cause a massive traffic jam of thousands of cars and buses, while they take out their kosher and frantically dial another friend of a friend of a Knesset member, who promised them that he would arrange a car to Zion. VIP…
Let's recruit the best experts in 'between man and fellow man' and establish order among us. Elders and scholars come first. Halaka children, too. Fine. Everyone else can line up and rise like the sons of Maron. One after the other. In a long line of love of man for his fellow man. Believe me, that way the police will be free to stop the wave of murders and assassinations that are raging in our tiny country. They will be free to stop those who get behind the wheel drunk as a rat. There is enough to do. Not to be our kindergarten teacher. It's up to us. Not to the Ministry of Public Security.
Happy Lag BaOmer.
And finally:
As a United Hatzalah volunteer, I beg you: When they need me, or any of the other volunteers – because of the pressure I am forced to make way, and sometimes like this, how can we say, a little brutally. Do me, and you (and that one who needs urgent help right now) a small favor.
When we ask to pass, loaded down with equipment and stretchers, we don't do it for our own pleasure. Make way. And if you smile, it will give us the strength to continue volunteering.
We'll see you in Meron, whether it collapses or not,
Micah Sholem.
