Doing it for Hashem, when no one else can see the difference? That’s when one becomes a partner in creation.

My sons’ cheder was having a hachnassas sefer Torah. The excitement leading up to the event was palpable. When the big day finally arrived, the procession went right by my house. We all rejoiced with Yitzi and his torch and with Binyamin dancing in front of the chuppah.
When the procession reached the cheder, the men continued dancing in the large playground, while the women were invited to view the ceremony via video hookup in the school entranceway.
I entered the building and then halted in dismay. The entranceway was packed, the huge screen dominating the hall barely visible as kids craned to see their brothers and fathers. Plus, there was no AC in the area; it was beyond stifling.
I couldn’t even see my kids dancing. They certainly couldn’t see me. No one would know if I slipped out and went home. But my boys were in the choir and they’d told me how much they wanted me to hear them sing and watch them on the screen. I couldn’t leave now.
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