“Why is no one calling?”

“Where are all of the public calls for prayer for our ‘brothers and sisters’ in Israel?”

“Why does no one seem to care?”

The list of questions goes on for myself and everyone else I know who is accustomed to instant, undying support from our friends, family, and community in the Diaspora. Terror attacks, missions, wars – no matter the circumstance – we felt the embrace. In the age of instant communication, expressions of empathy, regardless of the situation, have become louder and more consistent than we had ever experienced before.

Two weeks into Operation Sha’agat HaAri, I found myself waiting by my phone for a message that still hadn’t arrived. Still waiting for an influencer of any kind to post a piece of content telling their followers to take action on behalf of the Jews in Israel. Still waiting for a song to be released by the world of inspiring Jewish singers about what is happening. Still waiting for the expected script to play out, where we find a moment of comfort in the safe embrace of the Diaspora.

Still waiting for the expected script to play out, where we find a moment of comfort in the safe embrace of the Diaspora.

Still waiting for the expected script to play out, where we find a moment of comfort in the safe embrace of the Diaspora.

After my initial frustration – feeling abandoned and simply let down by what seemed to be a total lack of caring – it dawned on me that the issue might not be “there.” As the Baal Shem Tov famously points out, when you point your finger at someone else, there are four fingers........

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