Around 1:30 this morning, I was walking to the Kotel to begin my daily schedule. To tell you the truth I wasn't feeling my normal "up" self. The fast was thirsty to say the least, but more than that my thirst started me thinking about this seemingly unending, extremely cruel exile.
Okay, so I know that the Redemption is happening. We can see it happening all around, but still, those millions of innocent Jews who were pushed into the gas chambers kept coming to mind. I did my usual best of trying to smile, but in truth it was just a face. I wanted to cry for those innocent Jewish families being herded into hell.
When I turned the corner I saw the young Chassidim of Belz sitting in their special formation. It seems that they sit like that to remind us of when Moshe split the sea for us to walk through on our way out of Egyptian slavery. I quickly set up for the minyan to the side and sat and began my schedule.
Their singing was beautiful, not only was it melodic, it was sweet and heartfelt. I started to sing along with them and my soul began to climb back up to its "normal" outlook. It got to me. I cried and I cried again.
Over and over again I see the answer to this cruel exile is not mourning. It is joy. Only joy will redeem us, not sorrow.
Have a happy week.