[as read on harnof group]
An unbelievable war story written by Avi Abelow.
My son is an IDF reserve soldier, serving right now in Gaza. In the middle of his service, he got a day off to attend one of his best friend’s wedding. But this wasn’t a normal wedding.
Because of ongoing missile attacks from Iran and Hezbollah in Lebanon, the original wedding hall was shut down. The couple had to scramble and find a new location with a bomb shelter. They found a synagogue in Jerusalem just days before the wedding.
My son was with the groom from early in the morning of the wedding day. And then the chaos began.
At one point in the middle of the day, someone called him with an urgent problem: there was no room in the synagogue for the yichud, the private room where the bride and groom spend their first moments together after the wedding chuppah. Without hesitation, my son reached out to a family who lives in the community near the synagogue and asked them to send a message to their community WhatsApp group asking if anyone had a room in their home they could lend to the couple to use as a yichud room.
Within minutes, families, complete strangers who didn’t even know the couple, or my son, started responding. “We have a room.” “You can use ours.” “We’d be honored.” One home, right next to the synagogue, turned out to be perfect.
Problem solved.
Then, just an hour before the wedding, another crisis.
Someone called to say the synagogue wasn’t set up at all. No tables. No tables. No chairs arranged. No tablecloths. No plates. Nothing. All the supplies were just sitting there in piles at the door. Remember, this wasn’t a wedding hall with staff, this was a last-minute war-time solution in a local synagogue, and the family was busy with pictures and overwhelmed.
Again, everyone called my son.
With only an hour to go, he had another idea.
He went back to those same families, the ones who had just offered their homes for the yichud room, and asked if they could come help set up the wedding in their local synagogue.
And once again, the response was immediate.
“We’re coming.”
“We’ll help.”
“It’s our privilege.”
These were people who didn’t know the bride or groom. Didn't know my son. They just jumped to offer to help.
By the time my son arrived at the synagogue with the groom, the entire synagogue hall had been transformed. Tables set. Food arranged. Everything ready. Beautiful.
All done by strangers.
This is the Jewish people in Israel today.
In the middle of war.
Under missile fire.
With uncertainty all around us.
And yet, there is joy.
There is giving.
There is unity.
There is life.
There are weddings!
This is our strength.
And this is why we will win. Actually, we have already won!!! No enemy will ever beat us. Not Pharaoh. Not the Nazis. Not the red-green jihadi alliance against us today!
Strengthen your faith in God. These are geulah/redemptive times.
Am Yisrael Chai!!! ๐ฎ๐ฑ
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