Dr. Esther Shkop Torah lecture series
Leaving the lecture on Sunday night Miriam and I felt as if we started Tisha
B’Av early this year. To say that it was
chilling would be an understatement.
Being raised by a couple of child WWII survivors who in 1980’s were
mentally living in 1942, do I need this chilling reminder every year of what
our people went through? Do the wounds
of my soul need to be reopened again and again, does it have to relive all
these horrendous moments, days and years of torture and insane
deprivation? I remember being a day
dreamer as a child, focusing on the beauty of nature, losing myself in a beauty
of a flower or a cloud, or a blade of grass glistening in the rain. Later I learned to be engrossed in beauty of
the written word, harmony of mathematical theories, awesome and infinite beauty
of G-d. Yirmiyahu had his moments of
sublime allegory talking about glistening spills of blood on cobblestones,
shining like jewels in the sun on the road of exiles, when the earth was paved
with blood. He went to look closer and
in the blood there were footprints of little children’s feet as they were led
to captivity. He fell on the ground and
kissed the footsteps in the glittering blood, and he followed the trail to the
camp, where he hugged and tried to comfort the survivors.