The Halachah Of The Future

Shmuel’s grip tightened on the shopping bag in his hand as he raced through the teeming streets of Jerusalem. It was getting close to shkiyah and he wasn’t entirely certain he would make it home in time to light the Chanukah candles. The plastic bottle of olive oil in the bag knocked against his leg repeatedly as he hurried down the street mentally kicking himself for not having purchased enough oil beforehand. Now he might disappoint his family who had been waiting eagerly for hadlakas neiros on the first night of Chanukah ever since their arrival in Eretz Yisrael only a few weeks earlier.

Breathing heavily Shmuel rounded a corner and was relieved to spot his apartment building only a short distance away. Shmuel quickly covered the remaining distance to the building then took the stairs two at a time and burst through his front door gasping for breath. His wife greeted him with a smile and motioned to the gleaming silver menorah which was standing gracefully beside the large window.

Shmuel swallowed a couple of times as he approached the menorah. What he was about to do felt so strange but it was the halachah nonetheless. He had checked three times with his rav who was still recovering from his own abrupt transition to Eretz Yisrael but he had still been fairly clear about the psak.

Shmuel shook his head in wonder. Just a few weeks earlier he had been living in a sprawling home in Monsey practicing law during the day and struggling to keep up with Daf Yomi at night. Then everything had happened in a blur. Suddenly Mashiach had come — for real! — and before he knew it he was on his way to Eretz Yisrael along with his family. They had been fortunate to secure an apartment in Jerusalem within walking distance of the newly rebuilt Beis HaMikdash — and there they had begun an entirely new life in an entirely new world.