Tonight is Gimmel Tammuz, the third day of the Jewish month of Tammuz, and the 20th anniversary of the Lubavitcher Rebbe's passing. I am a Chabadnik, and remember, in detail, the incredible pain of losing the Rebbe, the Nosi HaDor, the leader of the generation, 20 years ago today.
As if that wasn't bad enough, on Gimmel Tammuz in Eretz HaKodesh, the bodies of three perfect angels, three holy martyrs to the will of HaKodosh Boruchu, were found. I cannot help but note that there some significance to this day, and the overwhelming sadness I feel.
I was alone in my office when I checked my email and saw one stating Baruch Dayan Emes (Blessed Is the True Judge - said upon first hearing of someone's passing). My first response was to wonder who in my community had died.
I was in shock to learn that Eyal Yifrah (19), Gilad Sha’ar (16) and Naftali Frenkel (16) had been murdered. Shocked because I, along with millions of others, held out hope that the animals who kidnapped them had kept them alive to ransom them. I cried, called my husband to tell him the awful news, and cried again.
And this is how I feel. If G-d allowed this horror to happen so we could pray to Him, to beg Him, to acknowledge that He is the only One we can count, then mission accomplished. We did it.
Now what is G-d going to do for us in return? We asked for our boys back, and we got body bags. Time to demand G-d give us what we need. Bring Moshiach NOW - our redeemer, the holy messiah, so this madness can end now. We earned it.