Fragmented communities, one of the hardest obstacles in today’s Hebrew life, become a very sobering circumstance when there are dangers to parts of the community based on their geographical location.
It’s difficult navigation on a day to day basis. But an impending natural disaster situation for a small portion of the community makes you stand up and take note of your real community bond.
We don’t see each other, except on Holy days when the budgets and the timing works out. Technology allows us to assemble otherwise, to keep in touch and to keep a finger on the pulse of our connections, our commitment to Torah.
Irma threatened my family. Firstly, my Torah family, but also my extended family – and my friend’s family. I could do no more than sit from very safe sidelines and worry as I watched the mesmerizing giant wheel storm approach. As I kept myself busy with my housekeeping tasks, I kept the radar going, with a commentary running on the speakers – touch-points, an audio and visual perspective to those spaces that contained a portion of my important peoples.
All have reported in safe, and I’ve yet to hear all of the damage reports – but it seems to be minimal.
But I’m changed a bit.
My disconnect, my aloofness, my resolve to be independent of My Almighty and never make requests has been shattered.
I cried, and I asked for Mercy for my connections, my Community. My priorities became more clear than ever.
That, I need to remember. My bonds.