The snow has melted the mishloach manos pile is depleted and the sound of the vacuum is in the air as the scent of Fantastik fills my nostrils. All this can mean only one thing: Pesach is here.
Time for countless drashos and selling chometz; answering questions and dealing with stress. Almost every free moment I can steal away from the phone is spent cloistered in my office poring over seforim and doing my best to be original creative and witty while simultaneously informative.
I particularly struggle with how to strengthen our belief in “L’Shanah ha’ba’ah bi’Yerushalayim Next year inJerusalem.”
As the long bitter galus continues unabated while Jews have declared with complete belief that “next year they will be in Yerushalayim” I wonder how I can give hope and encouragement and foster continued belief that any moment a “new-and-improved” reality can be at hand.
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