by Reb Gutman Locks @ Mystical Paths
(Picture – the Mt. of Olives cemetery in Jerusalem)
A dear neighbor died this week. He went on vacation and he drowned. He was only 40 years old, a wonderful, righteous man, with a large, young family. Whenever these things happen, it makes you take an accounting of life. Certainly, he did not do anything that was so evil that G-d took him and left his family without a father. But still, G-d took him. And then you always remember, “Who knows how long any of us will be here?” And you think, “What am I supposed to be doing with the few days, or years that I have left?”
But then, as I started to put tefillin on Jews at the Kotel, many who never put them on before, I saw how not only do I have my soul in my hands, but I have their souls in my hands, too. What I say, or even how I say it, can change their lives forever. What if I let someone walk by and don’t try to help him? Maybe I could have given him something that otherwise he would never have been able to find.
“Hi where are you from? Are you Jewish? Did you put on tefillin today? Come let me help you. It only takes a minute….”