Rabbi Yehudah was wont to call Rabbi Shimon Bar Yochai ‘Shabbos’ (Zohar III, p. 144b).
Last night a glass shattered at our wedding. A wedding is the most joyous occasion, two becoming one. How, under the Chuppah, is it possible for something so tragic to happen, one breaking into many?
In our happiest times, we break a glass. In our most mournful moments, we exalt and hallow His great Name.
How is it possible to dance and weep at the same time? How can we exalt even as we tremble? How could the pure glass that is the Jewish people be crushed underfoot?
Before last night, this article was going to offer a glimpse into the Shabbos of a Hatzalah family.
Shabbos is the wedding between Hashem, the groom, and the Jewish people, the bride. How could a glass break at a wedding?
Tears stream down our cheeks as we mourn our brothers in Meron, our translucent glass shattered at the Rashbi’s wedding.
Hatzalah exists for one reason: to do everything in our power to stop the glass from shattering. When our wedding, our Shabbos, our clear glass, our pure unity is shattered, Hatzalah is there to help reunite the broken pieces.
Please help us reunite the pieces. Please help us build an unbreakable future.
In the zchus and merit of your Tzedakah, may we be reunited with our loved ones, may our broken glass be restored, and may we dance together in the ultimate wedding, the day that is eternally Shabbos, with the coming of Moshiach now!
Good Shabbos.
