“Ma navu al heharim…” Prophecies such as this one have sustained us throughout millennia more or less filled with much discouragement and suffering. Klal Yisroel’s national existence has always been brightened by the knowledge that Hashem is nearby, longing for us to let Him bring the Mashmia Shalom, the Mevaser Tov, the Mashmia Yeshuah.
Yiddish NachasListen. Connect. Reflect. Repeat.
Suddenly, amidst all the noise, a wail pierced through the heavens. Mamma Rochel, hearing her children’s cries, began weeping bitterly for her children. She was inconsolable. Her children were in pain! Yes, they had sinned. Yes, they even deserved what was coming to them. But they were her children!