Friday, 27 December 2024

Santa, Shabbat and Seleucids

 

Friday the 27th of December 2024

 

 

This year, with all its fears and tragedies has flown by and I think that there is no-one amongst us that will not heave a sigh of relief at its passing. Too many tears in a world that is changing beyond recognition, yet is all too familiar. I promise to get into the festive mood, although it would dishonour those lost and those who suffer if I do not mention the chaos, the lawless pandemonium that has taken to our streets and our homes.

 

So let me start with wishing you Shabbat Shalom, a blessed third day of Chanuka and a holy third day of the twelve days of Christmas. Above all I wish you a peaceful fourth day and every day that follows.

 

I’m sure that your news media hasn’t mentioned it but the residents of the Tel Aviv region have been woken, every night this week, at 02:30, 02:45, 03:00, woken from their sleep by the siren that tells them that yet another hyper-sonic ballistic missile is on its way from the Yemen. Of course both the USA and British armies are fighting the horrific Houthis based in Yemen, both from air and sea, but although they managed to prevent most piracy, the missiles keep coming ensuring that nights are disturbed and children terrified, in other words a typical “Milchemet Atasha” War of Attrition. Yesterday Israel fought back.

 

So far the IDF have identified and confiscated, in addition to those  destroyed over 85,000 arms, from rifles to huge missile stores, in addition to those destroyed in Lebanon. We also found detailed plans to cut of the north eastern corner of Israel, Metulla and Kiriat Shmona, home to tens of thousands of people of all races, and massacre them in the same manner as October 7th.  Our soldiers, youngsters in the IDF, are fighting in the freezing cold of the Golan, of Lebanon and Syria, fighting terror cells, preventing further attacks from that once Christian country. Incredibly both the Christian and Druze communities in Lebanon  are asking Israel to take them in.

 

Yet again a Christmas market, epitome of joy and spirit, was attacked. This time in Magdeburg by a Saudi psychiatrist who hates Islam and apparently Christianity too. What a cruel and insane world we live in.

 

You have probably never heard of Hannah Katzir. Hannah was taken hostage on October 7th, rescued but as a result of her 7 weeks of captivity she returned a sick woman. On her return she was told that Hamas had murdered her husband and her son had been taken into captivity. She never returned to her former self and this week Hannah, at the age of 78, died of a broken heart, she lost the will to live.

 

This week was the 85th anniversary of the Kindertransport, the saving of thousands of children who were taken in by several countries but predominantly Britain. There are many stories, probably thousands but one such story is about the older boys and their experience in a school, hurriedly set up near the glorious Lake Windermere, in the Lake District. The harrowing and ultimately life-affirming story of Holocaust children who were relocated and rehabilitated in the UK after World War II. It began with uncertainty and fear in the new land, however it eventually led to the triumph of hope and goodwill and life-long friendship and happiness that they all cherish. A brilliant movie was made to tell their story. https://www.rottentomatoes.com/m/the_windermere_children

 

There were many heroes during the Holocaust, both Jews and diplomats who put their lives on the line to save children. One such hero was Nicholas Winton, who didn’t even tell his wife of his heroism, he felt it was the duty of a moral man. His story and the story of those he saved was recorded and broadcast by Esther Rantzen who succeeded in surprising Nicholas Winton at the end of the programme with a studio full of those he saved. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OqqbM1B-mPY&t=2s

 

Chanuka is a story of heroes, of those who refused to accept oppression and fought back against a huge empire, the Seleucid Empire. The Seleucid army was vast with a determination to overtake Jerusalem and for that matter, Judaism. Under Seleucid King Antiochus IV internal strife and external force culminated in an attempt to suspend the Torah and to convert Jerusalem into a Hellenistic polis (renamed "Antioch in Judaea"). This led to the first religious persecutions in recorded history. Although they killed Jews, their prime aim was to take away our religious rites, to deny Brit Mila, Shabbat, Torah, the dietary laws, in fact to stop us being Jews and adopt the Greek, Hellenistic way of life (does that sound familiar?).

One family that lived near Jerusalem gathered strength and fought. The Maccabees, led by the son Yehuda (Judah Maccabee), gathered a tiny army and fought the Hellenists and ultimately succeeded in saving Judaism! So if you thought that Chanukah is just about the miracle of oil lasting eight days and sufganiyot (doughnuts) think again. Chanukah is about the battle for the right to be a Jew.

 

It reminds me of those who think that Christmas is all about twinkling lights and decorated pine trees, and both festivals are all about spending much more than you can afford on gifts for children who really don’t need them. Neither festival is about presents it is about presence, about understanding who you are and the values that both festivals encompass. When a Roman (in the first century BCE) taunted Rabbi Hillel “Teach me Judaism while standing on one foot.” Rabbi Hillel responded, “No problem” and went on to say these words “That which is hateful unto you, do not do unto your friend, the rest is commentary, go forth and learn.”

 

If you thought that the story of the Moslem Santa in Jerusalem that I told you last week, was funny, think about this one, Rick Rosenthal, a traditional Jew is a Santa in Chicago!! https://youtu.be/wG8oIPp771c?si=T6-ntwnT5KVxzZuB

 

This week was the 5th anniversary of my son Daniel’s accident. My decision to honour the day by taking five of the most important friends who are in Israel, to visit Shalva, to eat a fabulous meal in the Shalva Restaurant ( by the way, the Food Truck on the lawn outside the building is not only highly successful but has the best pastries (made on site) and delicious coffee well worth a visit). Linda, Rachel, Abby, Poodle, my Rachel and I had a wonderful time reminiscing about their time in Carmel College with Daniel, doing exactly what he would have wanted, laughing and giggling about the antics and how the amazing Alex achieved the name Poodle! After lunch we were met by the lovely Sarah, daughter of Kalman and Malki Samuels and sister of Yossi (among others) who took us to see the video of the founding and purpose of Shalva and then we went to Dr. Dan’s Room, the studio for the performing arts that, with the help of a multitude of fabulous friends, we created for the children to have fun. After Sarah left us there we all become very emotional and the stories were very much Daniel based. Tears were shed, arms were opened to hug, and we all felt that not only was this room a suitable tribute to Daniel, that he would have loved it and that deep and lasting friendship was the balm for grief.

 

As we were leaving Shalva, after buying Kalman’s book of the journey to Shalva, we saw Kalman with two men. One, Yoav Engel who is the director of sport in Shalva, and Jon Goldberg Polin. Yoav whose son Ofir was taken hostage and rescued, now tours the world telling his story, and Jon, husband of Rachel, whose son Hersh was taken hostage and held in cruel conditions for a whole year and then executed in captivity. What can one say to a man who has been through hell with such dignity? Linda found the words, telling him that she had met Rachel, his wife and they had hugged. Unbearable tragedy.

 

Last night we went to a wedding in the most glorious wedding hall I have seen in a long time. The décor was breathtaking, the view over the whole of Jerusalem phenomenal, the food delicious (no boiled chicken in sight) and best of all, the bride and groom and their wedding service under the canopy was superb. It was elegant, very Jewish, simply perfect – and the dancing was insane as it should be with all the youngsters on the dance floor! I admit to doing my best to join in, although on the sidelines. Zvi, of course was right in the middle having fun!

 

Today the sun is shining, there is a nip in the air, but it is just the weather for a walk. Admittedly I am not going far, but just walking around our project (I am not sure what the right word to describe our wonderful group of homes is in English), through the walking paths, beside the children’s play areas, the outdoor gym and the large flower beds. What a privilege to live in such a beautiful place surrounded by trees with the village hall and the village library just a couple of hundred metres along the path. I love the hellos and hugs I receive along the way, enjoying the interruptions of my determined if slow exercise. When I finish writing I will set my mind to Shabbat Dinner. Tonight the candle-lighting will be preceded by lighting the Chanuka candles. We have a collection of Chanukiot (A Menorah is just seven arms whereas a Chanukiah has nine) and I love choosing which one we use tonight. By the time I finish lighting the Chanukah Candles and then the Shabbat candles I feel that the world is lighter, that the light of the candles lights the world and if we all lit candles, gosh, we may just bring some light into this confused world.

 

Tomorrow, we celebrate the 80th birthday of our in-law, Mechutan, Yossi Shiloach, a scientist who after his retirement established a herb farm in Sinai. Yossi, who lives on the Golan where he established a second organic herb farm, drives to Sinai to tend his farm and visit his agricultural partners, come war and Covid. An exceptional man indeed

 

The choice of songs was not easy, but choose I did. I think I gave you this one last year but it is worth repeating. Tom Jones, reading Dylan Thomas with the world famous Treorchy Male Voice Choir and a Children’s Christmas in Wales. https://youtu.be/tfDnCYN015c?si=yDeVFTm-CYiFuNOu  

 

When an Orthodox Christian Arab and a Kibbutznik orphan of October 7th get together to sing a song in their bid to sing for Israel in the Eurovision Song Contest 2025, magic happens. Two glorious voices, two beautiful young people as Valerie Hamaty and Daniel Weiss join magical forces to sing the original words of Hurricane. I cannot listen without tears running down my face. https://youtu.be/tfDnCYN015c?si=yDeVFTm-CYiFuNOu

 

When we light the Chanuka candles, adding one each of the eight days of Chanukah, we say special prayers. The blessing over candle lighting, a blessing thanking the Almighty for helping us to defeat our enemies all those years ago and then we sing Maoz Tzur, a traditional song telling the story of Chanuka. I particularly like this rendition, simple, no frills, a man and his guitar sitting in a field next to the town of Maccabim, right where Judah and his family lived. https://youtu.be/GbpCV5MttH4?si=46zYXhF7BrTTvM9m

 

Whatever your festival I wish you blessings and joy. It is up to us to fight hatred, each in their own way. Judah Maccabee chose physical fighting but we can do it differently (we have the IDF to fight our enemies on the ground). We can stand proud, refuse to give up our traditions, speak out and most of all do not fear a cruel enemy, stand up to him with whatever you have.

 

Me? I choose teaching love, taking hatred out of the menu of possibilities in children’s schooling, but you already know of the amazing work of the Impact-se team.

 

May God bless you and keep you safe from harm.

With love from Jerusalem

Sheila

  

 

   

 

 

 

 

 

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