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If the temple was destroyed because of baseless hate, can we ever expect it to be rebuilt in a generation where there is still such hate? — Em Habanim Semeicha

Archive: Av
Where did the Temple go?!
Gemma

We are currently in the midst of a very solemn time in the Jewish calendar, the period known as the “3 weeks”, where various calamities have fallen upon our people and most notably the destruction of both of the holy Temples. The Temple wasn’t just a building; it was the tool by which G-dliness could be perceived in the world. We aren’t just mourning the loss of a spectacular building comprised of special materials and concise measurements, of the most architecturally-impressive construction ever to exist. But we are mourning the absence of peace and clarity, a world bereft of spirituality and meaning; a world in which we have even made ourselves comfortable living in, despite it being merely a place of refuge in exile.

Chazal inform us that the causes of the destruction of the first Temple was because of the 3 cardinal sins: murder, adultery and idol worship and the second Temple was destroyed because of baseless hatred. Are we still guilty of these sins today? Most of us can testify that we are not guilty of the 3 cardinal sins, but baseless hatred is still an unfortunate daily occurrence today. The Talmud tells us that “A generation in which the Temple is not built is considered to be one in which it was destroyed”(Yerushalmi, Yoma 1:10) – this means if we still don’t see the Temple today, we are no less to blame than for when the Temple was originally destroyed because we still haven’t rectified the cause! This is what we are supposed to reflect upon during this time period; we have a mere 3 weeks a year to focus ourselves upon what we are really supposed to be doing in this world. We have the chance to mourn for what was lost and to hope for what will be, to put our involvements with our exilic world and daily routine aside – and to just remember that we are part of a nation.

It isn’t a coincidence that now during the 3-weeks there is ongoing riots amongst “charedi”-looking extremists.  To call them “charedi” is an insult to the Torah world – anyone who throws rocks, riots and causes damage is certainly not charedi, and definitely not religious. How are our more secular brothers and sisters going to view this? I am saddened and ashamed at the dreadful Chillul Hashem, G-d forbid, that has transpired. The very police that protect our borders are being assaulted, the very streets that house us are being burnt – and all by individuals dressed in religious attire. Jerusalem Police Chief Cmdr. Aharon Franco, most probably a non-observant Jew, said “I have not found a single place in the Bible where it is written that these actions are permissible” – and how right he is! Is it any wonder we don’t have a Temple? Do we deserve it, really? How merciful Hashem is that He has even given us this Land that’s still going strong, and despite a large secular population still retains strong Jewish values – and after events like this, I do wonder how. Such is the strength of our people, of Torah and of the Land! We as religious Jews have an absolute responsibility and obligation to reverse this desecration, and to condemn it explicitly and openly. These groups do not represent Torah and are behaving contrary to Torah – and we need to make this known.

Let us not only mourn the state of the world today, but we need to stand up and repair. We do not mourn hopelessly, but the flicker of light which still exists inside ourselves allows us to hope and yearn for what will be, for what has to be. When Yaakov thought he lost his son Yosef, he was inconsolable for years, which isn’t normal because the way of the world is to forget and move on after some time. And the reason he didn’t was because, unknown to him, Yosef was still actually alive. So too with us, the Temple hasn’t disappeared forever, and thus we are unable to forget. The very reason we still mourn is a sign that we can’t move on because the Temple is still alive, we will get it back. And that’s why our mourning isn’t from sadness, but from hope.

What was that Tisha B’Av all about anyway?
Gemma

One minute we are mourning; no music, meat, etc, and when chatzot (midday) strikes we can be merry again. What’s this all about? As people tell me they can’t wait to listen to music and eat meat again (myself included), I ask myself about the last 3 weeks. How can we ever be fully happy again? How can we rush out of our mourning like this? If we truly felt it, surely we would never eat meat and listen to music… because aren’t we always supposed to lament the destruction of the Beis Hamikdash?

These questions have been in the back of my mind the past 3 weeks. I think I may have an answer, but I’d like your opinions.

In truth, we’re never completely happy without the Beis Hamikdash. We even commemorate it at biggest simchas with the breaking of a plate. We’re always lacking. But at the same time, we can’t be in constant mourning. We have to “ivdu et Hashem besimcha” (serve Hashem in happiness) and count all our blessings. The 3 weeks are there to make us stop our lives and remember why we’re here and where we’re going. If we never have a period of time to reflect upon the matter it would be even more distant than it already is from us. We’re missing closeness with G-d and we don’t even know what we’re missing!

But once we explore this and understand a little bit more, we’ll know why we’re sad. And then we can be happy, because we know it’s not all gloom. We know there’s hope.

Now, can somebody pass me the shnitzel?

Mourning our loss; Yearning our future
Gemma

I look out my window as Hashem’s nature plays its part. The sun is low. The leaves are waving. The sky is pleasant. The clouds are following an Easterly wind. Flowers sway to it. The occasional shout of a child echoes. Everything is so calm. You’d never think there’s anything wrong or missing in the world. This is just life and people are living it.

But the greater picture is neglected. A few thousand miles away lies our Homeland. There, things aren’t so calm or normal. There’s something indescribably more lingering in the air. There’s confusion and complexity. There’s spirituality trying to absorb the politics and the galut. It’s like an unanswered scream. It’s loud, but few hear. It’s the centre of our heritage and tradition. This is where it all happened and it’s where it all will happen. Every stone is steeped in history and every stone will merit the future. You enter the beautiful walls of the Old City to reach our current holiest place. Something, though, isn’t quite right. You walk along the Kotel plaza. You look up. You expect to see something holy and vast, but instead its antithesis lies; ironically, a huge, golden mosque. We can’t really go beyond the wall, and we can’t really explore most of the Old City. We’re restricted in our own country. How could galut be any more obvious?
I could carry on a calm life in Chutz Laaretz. Everything could be normal and relatively easy. But I cannot be away from my source. I can’t tear myself away from my country and my home - despite its difficulties. I can’t be away from my people, who live in such messirut nefesh everyday. I can’t be away knowing that this is G-d’s chosen Land, and this is where the Beis HaMikdash will be. The worst part of galut is not knowing you’re in galut. And that’s exactly what we’re mourning about in the three weeks. We’re mourning our lack of spirituality, our lack of awareness of G-d. We go through the motions in the three weeks; we don’t listen to music, have haircuts, take pleasure trips. And we can’t wait until it’s over; we’re mourning that too. We’re mourning the fact we don’t see, for example, an apple as a dvar Hashem and we don’t recognise the neshama and inherent holiness in every person. Yet during this time, we are also yearning. While we mourn our loss, we also recognise that this is a stage for flourishing. Tisha B’Av will sprout into a day of simcha.

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