Our Rav’s vision was unfolding before our eyes
Sure, we loved our rosh yeshivah, the Ponevezher Rav, but admittedly we thought his imagination had really overstretched this time. Who could believe that the people of Ein Charod would seek their roots a generation later?
A
n invitation appeared in my inbox about a week ago, which brought back a flood of memories. “L’sheim matzos mitzvah!” said the heading. The Ayelet HaShachar organization, which brings Torah and mitzvos to Israel’s far-flung secular yishuvim, were inviting me to the festive grand opening of a matzah bakery in Kibbutz Ein Charod.
The people of the kibbutz would be there “b’rov am,” said the invitation, along with kashrus supervisors from Badatz She’eris Yisrael. Israel’s chief rabbi, Rav David Lau, would address the gathering, and the public was invited to take part in drawing the mayim shelanu from the springs of Ein Charod at sunset.
The first thought that filled my mind? Yemos haMashiach.
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