It is Shabbat. And I am taking a shabbat. Resting in the hotel while most of the others went to Masada and the Dead Sea (Yam HaMelach).
I’ve been coming back to the hotels and writing the blogs after very busy days. And then arising early for what the next day holds. So I got behind. To fix the matter, I wrote three days in one.
When I checked to see what your comments were, I saw the 3-day post was not posted. This morning I checked. Still not there. I thought, Oh my! The work week is over, and they didn’t get it posted.
It was then that I looked back at my email and found that I had written the blog, but did not press “Send.”
So that post will probably be posted at the same time this one is.
Yom Shishi (The 6th Day)
Yesterday the tour began at Yad V’Shem, the Holocaust Museum. How horrible to think that the same evil satanic actions are still going on against God’s Chosen People.
Shelli and I took a taxi to meet them later at the Jewish Quarter of the Old City. This is one of our favorite hangout places when we are here just by ourselves.
We love visiting with longtime friends who operate shops around the square or on the Cardo. But now, many shops and restaurants are closed.
For those of you who have been here with us, even Shorashim was closed. Moshe was with a family sitting shivah. His brother Dov was unable to come. I will call them when the tour leaves and arrange a meeting. Moshe always has up-to-date information on the spiritual side that I love to hear.
Esther, from whom we buy hats, was open. She said she opens every day. Esther explained that besides the fact there are no tourists, the restaurants close because they don’t have adequate staffs. The war effort.
One of our favorite places is Mira on the Cardo. He just happened to be in the shop for some reason or other, but does not open these days. When our group flooded the place, he said to me with eyes full of tears, as he looked out the windows, “This is just so wonderful to see. Whether they buy or not. A group of tourists inside my shop and out just like always.” Like everyone else, he expressed what it did for his soul.
This tour is impacting Am Israel!!!!!!!
I took a time out just now. As I was writing this blog, I noticed it was nearing 3 o’clock in the afternoon. A watch hour! A watch hour in Jerusalem! Now I have just finished praying 15 minutes in tongues.
Guy, our guide, arranged for us to be at the Wall when the Shabbat came in yesterday evening. Of course, there is no place in all of Israel like this one. Having been there many times, I observed that things had not changed so much there. Still lots of people praying. But things were soon to change. I’ve seen a video of those same people, not long after we left, scurrying to the shelter.
We drove back to the hotel.
I pressed the “high tech” pad to select my floor. A little boy of about four had pushed several buttons. (I had just watched him as he joyfully tried to blow out the Shabbat candles.) His button-pushing delayed my getting on the first elevator. When I got on, just he, his little sister, and their nanny, who was evidently perturbed with him, were on the elevator with me.
We got off. I couldn’t wait to “go prone.” To get off my feet from a long day of standing and walking. Aah! I sighed as I lay down on my bed. The phone rang. I could tell it was Guy, but his voice was a little garbled.
“Are you coming to the shelter?” he asked.
What! I thought Guy was headed home for Shabbat.
“No.” I said not really understanding.
He turned to someone and said, “She’s not coming.”
Evidently the siren had sounded when I was on the elevator. I did not even hear it. And I’m glad I didn’t.
Shelli saw the people going to the shelter on her floor and she followed them. She said there were several young people, couples who looked to be in their 20s or 30s. The young women went inside the safe area. The men stood outside the door. Though they were in civilian dress, they had their military guns over their shoulders. I’m guessing they were soldiers who were on a Shabbat R & R. After a very little while, one of the men looked at his watch and said, “It’s over. We can go out.”
It seems the Hamas fired several missiles in the direction of Jerusalem. This is rare. They usually don’t want to risk hitting the Dome of the Rock or Al Aqsa Mosque.
The Iron Dome, with the help of angels I am sure, took them out.
I’m glad I didn’t know about it and was able to keep my feet up.
Everyone proceeded to have a Shabbat meal.
That was the evening of Shabbat. The day of Shabbat is about to end.
Shavuah Tov (May you have a Good Week)
P.S. “Friends of Arial” posted on Facebook a great account of our visit there. See here.
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