I t’s the morning after the chasunah and I’m in that morning-after-the-chasunah state of being. It’s the one where you’re no longer feeling yourself sailing in the highest heavens but still comfortably pleasurably ensconced on a slightly lower cloud still awash in the after-emotions of the evening prior — the exaltedness the sheer delight the fleeting moments when a glimmer of the Next World broke through into This One.
No I didn’t celebrate the marriage of a child last night. But I was at a wedding a union of hearts and minds and souls. Not only one such union but many.
Last night here in Jerusalem hundreds of young men with shining faces from a diverse range of backgrounds and yeshivos — some 30 in all — gathered at the city’s Ramat Tamir Hall. They came together under the banner of V’Haarev Na — the program initiated by Rabbi Dovid Newman that is surely one of the greatest things happening in the Torah world today — for a grand siyum on five different masechtos.
They came to dance and sing to feast and schmooze to inspire and to get inspired to be propelled onward upward. They arrived for a chasunah — theirs.
