Looking for G-d in our Interchanges and Skyscrapers
Over the last decade, Tisha B’Av, the day that we traditionally mourn the destruction of our Holy Temple in Jerusalem, has been admitted to the pantheon of Jewish holy days that are not for the observant only: holy days that speak to everyone.
Yom Kippur has always been there. It is the private holy day, special to us all. A solid majority of the Jews in Israel fast on that day. Even those who do not fast, feel something special: They respect the day, search for its meaning. Yom Kippur does not just pass us by like the holiday of Shavuot, for example.
Pesach is another holy day that has always been a holiday for all the Jews. It is the family holiday. The Seder night - kosher for Passover or not – is celebrated by Jewish families everywhere. It is a holiday that has not been separated from the Nation by the walls of religion.
What we still lack is the national dimension: the dimension that retains a void not filled by banging on plastic hammers on Yom Ha’atzmaut, Israel’s Independence Day. Yom Ha’atzmaut always leaves us with a vague sense of emptiness.
The collective subconscious that pulls the young people of Tel Aviv’s trendy Shenkin Street to alternative lamentations on the city rooftops discovers something in Tisha B’Av . It longs for the spiritual national dimension. It searches for meaning and warmth.
Real Israeli culture, the authentic national creation that we are all looking for; the point that affords meaning and validity to our national existence- is there – in our Father’s house, from which we were exiled and to where we will return.
Return to religion enriches the returnee. But usually it is at the expense of the real achievement of the Return to Zion – Israel’s rising and return from the dimension of community to the dimension of nation; at the expense of the return to reality and history.
Generally speaking, (and yes, there are certainly exceptions) the returnee to religion is no longer interested in the news, politics or the State. He has found his personal happiness and leaves the rest to the Messiah. His G-d is not so relevant outside his home, study hall or synagogue.
The new generation, however, wants G-d to be relevant in all dimensions. It doesn’t want to escape into religion. It wants a grand message, rectification of the world; neither to go backward into pre-Zionism nor to be stuck in the place bereft of identity and meaning in which Zionism – which shed all regard for religion – finds itself today.
The new generation wants it all: It wants to go forward into religion – to a Torah that is also a relevant culture; to a G-d Who is with us here, in our modernity: in our multilevel interchanges, in our skyscrapers and in our high-tech. It is looking for a G-d Who is with us in our most private moments, in our most national triumphs and in our most universal aspirations. The new generation wants warmth, a sense of belonging, meaning; it wants to herald a great message. It wants a home: it’s Father’s home, the home to which we all belong.
It wants the Beit Hamikdash, the Holy Temple in Jerusalem.