Today is our fifth wedding anniversary. I was going to write something about marriage, or husbands, or something like that. Something light.
But if you’ve been paying attention to the news from Friday, you’ll understand why I don’t feel capable of writing something lighthearted. Not right now. I don’t think I’m even able to do a very coherent post, certainly not an eloquent one.
We are all crying with the families of the victims now. We are all heartbroken, numb, hugging our loved ones a little closer, giving our children a little more attention and patience.
Whenever something like this happens, one of the first questions is usually “how could this happen?” For some, it’s “how could G-d let it happen,” for others it’s society, or the government, or whatever. But we all wonder why. And we will never know.
After the Indian Ocean tsunami in 2004, I remember learning the concept that everything we do has an impact in the world. In the language of Judaism, every mitzvah, good deed, adds light to the world. Adds light to the darkness which is constantly threatening to swallow us up.
This concept brings me solace in times like these. After the hurricane, the war in Israel, and this unfathomable tragedy, the idea that by doing good, we are helping. Even if it’s imperceptible. Even if it feels like the horrors and the evil are just too much to battle.
I saw this on Facebook. Maybe it’s a place to start:
May all the mourners be comforted, may the memory of the victims be for a blessing, and may we only hear good news and know peace in our time.