Last night I caught a few minutes of the medical-comedy series "Nip Tuck." A very elderly woman had come in to request an extreme make-over so she'd look like the picture her senile husband recogizes as "his wife." She wanted to look like the picture so her husband would accept her. I didn't see the end, so I don't know if her scheme worked.
But I was in Kever Rachel today, the eve of Rosh Chodesh Tevet. It's like a Frankenstein's monster.
It isn't comfortable, and it's noisy, too. I couldn't concentrate.
I understand that there are many people who do feel a strong spiritual connection to the place, but I have to admit that I'm not one of them. Tomorrow, G-d willing, I'll be going to pray in nearby Tel Shiloh, where Chana prayed. The grass isn't greener and the spirit isn't stronger in other holy sites.
Chodesh Tov and Chag Urim Sameach
Have a Good Month and an Enlightened Holiday
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Shalom!
I still have hopes that when we, G-d willing, celebrate one of our daughter's Bat Mitzva (she was born on yom petirat Rahel Imeinu) at Rachel's Tomb in about three years we won't need a bullet proof vehicle to get in.
We'd also like to be able to sing "veshavu banim ligvulam - the sons [of Israel] have returned to their borders".
That's our connection to Rahel Imeinu.
You don't need a bulletproof vehicle now to get in. Speak to Evelyn Hais about using her room, since the actual "tomb" area can't be controlled.
Shalom!
Let's see what happens in a few years. Once upon a time there wasn't a concrete tunnel.
I'm going to try to avoid it.
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