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Rabbi Stewart Weiss
                       SILENCE, SOLDIERS,


                   AND SWITCHING GEARS



           hortly after our eldest son, Ari,   and shelve the painful memories of   enter into the club that no one wants
           fell in battle in Shechem-Nablus   wars fought and loved ones lost, and   to join, try to prevent anyone else
      Salmost 18 years ago, I went          celebrate the dream of Israel renewed   from becoming a member. And we try
       shopping for a car. The salesman was   and resurgent. The stick shift grinds,   to put the best face on our situation,
       quite surprised when I told him I    the gearbox smokes, but somehow we   taking pride in the service and sacri-
       wanted a manual shift rather than an   make the switch and Israel rumbles   fice of our sons.
       automatic. He told me that while in   along.
       generations  past,  virtually  every  car                                 Soon after I came to Israel, my sabra
       in Israel had a standard transmission,   For the bereaved families, every day is   cousin picked me up early one March
       those days were long gone. “What     Memorial Day. We never blow out the   morning  and  said,  “Today, you will
       you’re looking for is the ‘old Israel,’” he   candle or  blot out  of  our  mind  that   learn all you need to know about this
       told me, sure that I was making some   frozen picture of our soldier-son illu-  country.”
       kind of mistake. “No,” I corrected   minated on the wall of Yad LaBanim   We drove to Mount Hermon, where
       him, “this car  exactly  represents the   on the night of Yom HaZikaron. We   we  went  sledding  on  a  thin  layer  of
       character and condition of Israel –   live and limp with that loss, as if with   snow. Then we caught a plane in Rosh
       then and now – and that’s why I insist   a limb blown away or a sense of sight   Pina and flew to Eilat, where we went
       on it.” And still drive it.          impaired, and it is never more than a   snorkeling off the sunny Coral Beach.
                                            familiar song or deficient family pic-
       This is a country where, if we are to   ture  away.  And yet, we  want  to live,   “Israel  is  a  land  of  colors  and  con-
       survive, we must be adept at switch-  too. We don’t want to curl up and die   trasts,” he told me, “a place where in
       ing gears – emotional gears. We are   or wallow in our grief. We still want   the morning you can be shivering but
       constantly, continually confronted   to enjoy this wonderful world and    in the afternoon you are sweating. It
       by highs and lows, ups and downs,    country in which we live; we deserve   is a tiny country in kilometers, but
       triumphs and tragedies, and must be   to enjoy it.                        a huge nation in experiences - and
       prepared to ride out those extremes                                       determination.”
       of daily life. Even as we, along with   So we grit our teeth, gather our cour-  But if you want to get from one end
       the rest of the world, battle the deadly   age and resolve to switch those gears,   to the other, you had better  learn to
       Coronavirus, we trumpet the rise of   no matter how tough it may be. We   switch those gears.
       our Kinneret to its highest level in   dry the tears, embrace our kids and
       two decades. Even as we continue     reach for the future, while never
       to be threatened by incorrigible     letting go of the past. We compart-
       Hamas and Hezbollah terrorists on    mentalize, creating a sacred space
       our  northern and  southern  borders,   for  silence  and  sadness  but  reserv-
       we are buoyed  by the fact that Isra-  ing  another  corner  for  laughter  and
       el’s “satisfaction level” consistently   lightheartedness.
       ranks among the top 10 highest in the   We try to stay positive, our eyes on
       world.                               the road ahead. We, the all-too-large

       How  do we jump  so  effortlessly    community of bereaved families,
       between the extremes and live in two   try to bring some good out of the
       radically different worlds at the same   catastrophe  by  building  synagogues
       time?                                and schools and day-care centers.
                                            We channel all our furious energy
       This question is most acute this week   into social causes, fighting for justice
       when we make the transition between   by screaming our opposition to the
       the somber sirens of Yom HaZikaron   freeing  of sadistic  Palestinian  pris-  Rabbis Stewart Weiss is director of the
                                                                                 Jewish Outreach Center of Ra’anana and
       and the flag-waving festivities of Yom   oners or the ceding of Israeli land to   the father of Staff Sgt. Ari Weiss z”l, who
       HaAtzmaut. In just a breath, a heart-  the very monsters who murdered our   fell in a fire-fight with Hamas terrorists in
       beat,  we  are  asked  to  dry  the  tears   kids. We, whom G-d has seen fit to   2002



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