I look around and see a different world. A changed world, and not for the better. Certainly, these days I have little energy to look deep into the dark world of politics. 3/4 of my entire being is zeroed in on Pittsburgh and one little boy there. Fighting a battle which should not have to be fought. Confused as to why this is happening to him, why his life has become upended. The fevers, the repeated hospital stays, the canker sores, an entire life changed. Nor are there answers to give. Nor is there help for the frustrated adults who only wish to 'do something', but cannot, other than to be there and to pray.
The private world of community can be of comfort, a great deal of it, as they support the family in presence, in deed, in thoughts, and prayer. For all that we are grateful. Nor do we have words powerful enough to express the depths of our gratitude to Yitzy's medical team.
The Bible tells us, warns us that there will be moments when we will find ourselves in the darkest deepest depths of our very being. We turn around, frantically seeking answers, seeking refuge, solace, but there is little or none, certainly insufficient to ease anguished hearts and minds. It is then that we remind ourselves of the one place remaining, always there, too often ignored. Albeit at times the silence from that place is deafening, and we despair. Until we are answered, one way or another. Psalm 118 tells us that "From the 'meitzar', an extremely narrow site or state of mind, no room for hope, and then, in His great kindness, we receive answers and hope is restored.
Psalm 31:1 tells us the same thing. 'From the depths I called to you, please answer me'. This verse is one of my favorites and I have it engraved on a bracelet.
In Jonah 2:2, he called to the Lord from true depths, literal and figurative, and G-d answered.
Those are the sentiments we must take with us when we enter the gray world. The world at large. This world is a confusing, ugly place these days, and getting worse. Nor do I see signs of efforts to improve. At least in the public sphere. The private sphere does much better, though there are poisonous individuals out there spouting their vitriolic poison, tainting the future prospects of the United States remaining a democratic, welcoming nation.
My own state of Florida is becoming a state where vitriolic haters are welcome. Welcome to hold up signs of hate. Welcome to strew papers of hate in neighborhoods. Welcome to project swastikas on buildings. Welcome. And with our own flourishing fascists, DeSantis, Scott, Gaetz, et alia, what happens next? Where do we go from here? Not a clue.
Do not even think of looking for a leader in our current residents in the political universe of the country. There are no leaders, only speakers of falsehoods, possessing trashy mouths, proud of their flaunted ignorance and deliberate denial of truth and social justice. They endorse censorship and wish to turn back the clock of history, reconstruct and reinstate all the errors of the past. Not a statesperson in the lot.
We must turn to the private world where aid is to be found, and to the one place where we are heard, though at times the answer is silence for the moment. We depend on volume and strength of prayer and pleas, to get an answer. The one we so fervently wish to hear. So desperately needed.
Join all of us in those prayers and good thoughts.
May he be granted refuah shelaymah bimheyrah beyameinu.
May he be granted a timely and complete healing.
May Hashem hear all our voices raised in prayer.
Amen. Amen
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