Jew in the suburbs

Dear blog Readers,

The Saturday morning of the long Thanksgiving weekend, I sat in Shul wondering what the rabbi would say about the events of that past week in India. My month hung open slightly as he spoke abut the senseless murder of Rabbi Gavriel Holzberg, and his wife, Rebbetzin Rivka Holzberg. It was the first time I heard it. Don’t get me wrong I had been following reports but events were still unfolding when I left for Shabbos Friday afternoon. When I got home from my Shabbos trip I was able to find more information. I found some Memorial videos, I read some blogs, but I was still at a loss for words. What can one say? When I was searching for information about Rabbi Holzberg, and his wife I was surprised about how many people had already written blogs about them, and I thought to myself. Wow I have to write about this, I will be expected to write about this, and I should write about it as a way of processing it myself. But again, what could I say, how could I find the words to describe the horror and sadness that I felt and feel? Then I thought about the poem I posted hours before my Shabbos trip. The poem is called Glow. It is not only a poem about lighting Shabbos candles, although that is what is being described. It is a poem about bringing light into this world and watching it glow. Bringing light into this world is bringing goodness The Rabbi and his wife glowed. They did things for others selflessly, and they brought light into this world. The light that they brought is not all extinguished. They touched the lives of so many, who in turn, I am sure, have touched the lives of others, and will continue to touch the lives of others that they meet. Thank G-d their children are here. All we can do is fellow the example of Gavriel, and Rivka Holzberg by creating more light, taking every opportunity to do so, and watch it glow creating goodness to fight off darkness.

For more information go to http://www.chabad.org/  Ladies also go to www.Fridaylight.org