Every great moment in Jewish history has emerged from the broken ribs of disaster. This is

not irony. This is not misfortune. This is not cruelty. This is mystery.

The mystery of how light does not flee darkness, but gestates within it.

From the first breath of creation, we were taught this truth:

“And there was evening, and there was morning—day.”

Not light and then dark, but dark before light. Always, the day begins with night.

This is the rhythm of redemption.

Before Abraham heard the call, he wandered among idols and fires.

Before Sinai trembled, Egypt groaned under whips.

Before the Temple rose, there was blood and wilderness.

Before Purim, there was decree.

Before Hanukkah, desecration.

Before the Six Day War, the world held its breath at the edge of annihilation.

Before the Holocaust, silence.

This is not coincidence.

This is how birth works.

The Jewish soul........

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