“Who will live and who will die, who at his appointed time and who before his time, who by water and who by fire…”
– Prayer of the Rosh Hashana service
Walking back from the synagogue on Friday night, my wife and I saw some flares in the sky, which is never a good sign in Israel. Our worst fears were confirmed the next day when a neighbor informed us that a man and child were murdered the night before, in a place not too far from where we live.
The Arabs have a knack for deliberately targeting us on our holy days, the most famous example being the Yom Kippur war in 1973. Of course, there was last year’s Passover massacre in Netanya, and many other such terrorist attacks. Yet they threaten all kinds of calamities if they were to be attacked on Ramadan, or any other Muslim holy day.
I have come out of Rosh Hashana feeling angrier than ever about the palestinians. Of course, I would love peace, but I do not think we can achieve peace with them any time soon. A society like this, with no regard for human life, with no qualms about murdering babies, with no respect for our holy days, can go to hell as far as I am concerned.
Yes, I am angry. But I have also had time to think about things. Over 10 hours in synagogue over the past couple of days provided me with ample opportunity to contemplate. My thoughts are galvanized. We must finally say “enough is enough”. You dare murder us, and you will pay. BIG TIME.
Of course, the Israeli government is seemingly not dancing to this same tune. And the murder and carnage continues.
