Sometimes we’re in pain. Sometimes we’re confused. How can we nevertheless point to Hashem’s loving, guiding Hand?
Two thousand years later, immersed as we are in the daily crises — small and large — of our flurried lives, we stand at the sea, mute and paralyzed.
I’m often asked to address different groups of women — and whether they are childless, widowed, single, divorced, or sick, the common denominator is their pain. They stand at the swirling sea and plead: “We want to call out Zeh Keili! We want to see the purpose in our lives and our suffering.”
But it’s not always so easy. Sometimes we’re in pain. Sometimes we’re confused. How can we nevertheless point to Hashem’s loving, guiding Hand?
In my work, I often come into contact with people who suffer the trials and tortures of neurological and physiological disease. Talking to and helping people who battle limitations highlights our greatest and oft-forgotten gift — bechirah chofshis, free will. My suffering may be imposed on me from outside, but my choices and actions can be mine and mine alone. They are the product of my choice, my bechirah, which comes from a place inside that is authentic and real.
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