Recently on Fridays,
there has been a simple Shabat Shalom poster,
but this was not a simple week,
this was a difficult week.
The walls in Har Nof were plastered with mourning posters.
On Thursday the streets were mostly empty and quiet,
the air was so clean, but it felt heavy.
Cars filled the street in front of the synagogue,
where five men were murdered.
The shiva houses were overflowing, with standing room only.
Those paying sympathy could only walk by the mourners,
and some who knew the families said a word or two.
Many who came did not know either victim or their family personally.
I could not look at the couch filled with young boys
who had just lost their father in such a horrific way.
Instead of revenge one widow told me,
“we cannot change the Arabs,
but we have to change ourselves.”
They want unity of the Jewish people
and an end of sinat chinum.
Then,
as we drove home past Gan Sacher, Sacher Park,
we saw a large group of young people who were enjoying a sports day.
The weather was perfect for a family outing.
A balloon hovered above the Begin Center,
where Yehudah Glick was recently shot,
as segway riders went by on their tour,
and the next tour was getting ready in First Station.
A new sign announced an organic food market to open in the tourist location,
but First Station was deserted at lunch time,
a sad sign of the events of this week.
But,
at the same time on Haas Promenade in Armon Hanaziv
tens of thousands of Ethiopians gathered for
their Sigd Holiday celebration.
Old
and young
and many more each year wearing IDF uniforms.
They enjoyed the weather and the day on the Tayelet.
A beautiful day
for many family reunions,
food and photos.
Thousands celebrated just being in Jerusalem, Israel.
To end this crazy week,
we were at a simhat bat brunch today,
to celebrate birth of a new baby girl.
Besorot tovot were everyone’s parting words.
שבת שלום
Shabbat shalom.
