"We
cannot thank you enough
for coming." If I heard
those words once while in
Israel a month ago, I heard
them a hundred times. Shopkeepers
related the message in their
special sales for "brave
tourists." Children said
it in their delighted smiles
at the rare visitors to
their Kibbutz. Political
leaders, including Natan
Scharansky, one of the bravest
men you'll ever meet, praised
the multiple Federations'
three day mission to Israel.
My
heart fell every time I
heard it. I don't want to
be thanked for coming to
Israel. I want to thank
Israelis for moving on with
their lives in the face
of terror and global criticism
born largely of ignorance.
How many times were we asked
just before we left: "How
can you still be going with
what is happening?" And
our response was that the
trip is even more important
now than it was before.
Israelis want to know that
they are not in this alone;
that the Jewish world unites
behind them.
It is a dark hour for Israel,
and not because insane suicide
bombers are blowing themselves
up on street corners, but
because the hotels, shops
and restaurants are eerily
silent and the Jewish State
seems so very isolated.
The Christian missions prevalent
this time of year are absent.
The hustle and bustle of
Ben Yehuda Street in the
heart of Jerusalem is a
distant memory. Departing
Jerusalem for the North,
we were instructed to leave
our bags in our rooms at
the King David Hotel, as
no one would be staying
there in our absence.
But you wouldn't know sadness
or despair to look at the
Israelis. Their lives move
ahead with spirit and drive.
Programs we help to support
continue to educate Ethiopian
Jewish children and provide
for their communities. Neighboring
Kibbutzniks, ultra-Orthodox
communities and Arab-Jewish
villages call the outskirts
of Jerusalem their home
and continue to thrive side
by side. Orchestras of Israeli
schoolchildren continue
to perform and Hanukkah
celebrations celebrate light
and freedom and rededication
to the values Israel has
promulgated from the very
beginning of its existence.
It was pouring during most
of the mission. But standing
in the rain at the shores
of the rising Lake Kinneret,
in Tiberias, our sister
community, one could hardly
complain. We, from the city
of the lakes, brought eight
centimeters of water to
the Northern region of Israel
where our pioneers long
ago drained the swamps,
planted the fields and brought
an agricultural reality
to the new Jewish State.
The dream lives on. Depending
upon the extent of our own
American Jewish resolve,
the modern miracle that
is Israel will remain alive
in spite of our criticism
or apathy, without our donations
and visits, or because of
our vocal and physical support.
I would like to invite the
entire congregation to come
to Shabbat evening services
on January 18 at which time
I will offer reflections
on a spectacular mission
to the land of Israel. It
is my hope that several
Temple members who were
on the mission there with
me will be on hand to informally
share their own thoughts
with you at the oneg
Shabbat.