If you were told that a huge demonstration was taking place, with tens of thousands or perhaps millions of demonstrators on the streets of your capital city - what would come to your mind at that moment? What would you think about?
About the police, who must stand ready, so that nothing happens when the opponents emerge and stand up? About the hundreds of people who will be trampled underfoot due to the urgency and chaos? About the demonstrators' rampage, and the harm to the souls of the police and those guarding them?!
It is impossible for a demonstration of tens of thousands to occur without personal injury and without serious defects.
I attended such a demonstration.
A demonstration that was held for seven consecutive days on the streets of the capital. On the streets of Jerusalem; a demonstration that was held in exemplary silence, in unbelievable order, with helping others, prayers and hymns.
Armed with all of these, they all flocked, as one man, with one heart, in one community, toward the destination: the Western Wall, a remnant of the Temple!
Silence reigned throughout the journey, and if a call broke the silence, it was a well-organized chant of: "To Jerusalem is your city," or: "Blessed are you and I praise you!"
One of the immigrants begins and endless people join in, some loudly, some in a whisper, and some in their hearts.
The guardians of law and order, infected by the peace and elation, found themselves hearing over and over again greetings they were not used to hearing at demonstrations: May you be strong! May you be healthy! Happy New Year! May you be happy!
People flocked in droves, families, groups, an entourage of Hasidim, a group of opponents, kippahs of all kinds and all genders, yeshivahs of all colors of the rainbow, women in a variety of holiday and festival clothes, children small and large, and endless patience.
All of these characterized the largest demonstration among the huge demonstrations that are held here on various occasions.
Yes, this demonstration repeats itself over and over again according to the times of the year, according to the Jewish holidays.
On each of the three holy days, I, who visit the Western Wall several times a week, am simply amazed anew.
The number of people, the calmness, the unfading smile, the love for the place and those who stand there, the charity that pours out like water to the poor of your city, all of these make the heart beat and the soul tremble.
Anyone who hasn't seen the enormous influx hasn't seen a huge demonstration of Udo.
And if you ask yourself: Why call this play a demonstration?
The answer is one:
This entire large and holy crowd took to the streets en masse to demonstrate and cry out loudly: "Who is on God's side?""
And everyone who turned to God was there, there was not a single person who heard about the demonstration and did not attend it.
I don't know how many tens of thousands of people participated in the demonstration, how many millions were there all day long; if it had been reported in the media - maybe I would have known.
At the next demonstration that will be held in the streets of the city, where we may hear about thousands of people, tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands of people – we will all remember this sacred demonstration, the unparalleled giant demonstration. The quietest street demonstration possible.
For there is no God like our God and no people like Israel, that even the "non-believers" - are believers, sons of believers. If this were not so, where did all the tens of thousands and millions of visitors come from and flock to pray at the Western Wall?
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