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A post with a dash of humor and a dash of sadness about the astonishing gap between two words that are not really similar, but for some reason are labeled as “the same thing”:
There are big holidays, there are important holidays, and there is Hanukkah – the holiday that reinvents itself every generation: once a national heroic story, then a miracle of oil, then a children’s holiday, then a 15-shekel donut holiday.
And this time, a satirical column, sharp but not inflammatory, that seeks to address one of the popular slogans of the humanist-relativist era.
Mezuzah, yes, mezuzah. You’d be surprised how much depth there is in this little box that sticks to the door frame and looks like it’s holding a secret.
She’s not just any object. She’s a psychologist, a gatekeeper, an Mossad agent, and a spiritual GPS device – all in a box the size of a permanent marker.
The Vatican – If you think about it, there is no other place in the world where people in white coats make moral decisions for billions of people, and in the same breath explain to us – the Jews – how to conduct our affairs in the Land of Israel. After all, it’s like getting a lecture on veganism from a steakhouse chef.
We are a people who survived 3,000 years, rose from the ashes of great empires, built a progressive state in the heart of the Middle East – and then willingly choose to spend seven days in a makeshift tent in a parking lot. If that isn’t proof of Jewish tenacity, I don’t know what is.
There are days in the Jewish calendar that manage, in some supernatural, almost mystical way, to stop time. Yom Kippur is one of them. It doesn’t matter if you are a religious Israeli or a completely secular one who feels that the closest rabbi to you is the shawarma man at the Carmel Market. Perhaps this is the essence of true Zionism: a country where Yom Kippur is not a day off from work to go shopping, but a day off to stop.
Two small boxes, lots of black leather, knots, wraps, a constant mantra, and your morning is no longer just a morning – it started with meaning.
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