Mundane Diary of a Profane Night

Ori ran alongside me on the same Jerusalem slope near Har Moriah like the ram Abraham caught to sacrifice instead Isaac. In David’s City, steps away from the Temple Mount – the navel of humanity, Ori couldn’t just see her and touch her – he had to run within her to confirm for me she runs within him.  He breathed in that same lofty Jerusalem air like Isaac, the first son, which will forever be within him.

Where Abraham confirmed to God, Ori confirmed to me that the City of 70 names will from now also be known as the place Ori (Hebrew: My Light) took in the Light and will forever project the warmth that comes from that Light to a peoplehood larger than our family and to David’s dynasty longer than lifetime.

Ori ran alongside me on the same Jerusalem slope near Har Moriah like the ram Abraham caught to sacrifice instead Isaac. In David’s City, steps away from the Temple Mount – the navel of humanity, Ori couldn’t just see her and touch her – he had to run within her to confirm for me she runs within him. He breathed in that same lofty Jerusalem air like Isaac, the first son, which will forever be within him.Where Abraham confirmed to God, Ori confirmed to me that the City of 70 names will from now also be known as the place Ori (Hebrew: My Light) took in the Light and will forever project the warmth that comes from that Light to a peoplehood larger than our family and to David’s dynasty longer than lifetime.

Posted by Dov Hoch on Saturday, November 21, 2020

Mundane Diary of a profane night with my son.  We left Ra’anana on the Philistine coast after dark and instead of grabbing a pizza, in the time it takes to watch a TV show, we went up to Jerusalem.  I found a  parking place near King David’s tomb and so we went there. After we prayed at the Wall, Ori walked backwards for 50 feet facing the Temple Mount, where Abraham walked with his son Isaac, acknowledging  you never turn your back on Jerusalem.

Both his brothers were sworn into the paratroopers in Jerusalem. Tal serves in the storied 101 unit that captured the Wall and the Temple Mount in the Six Day War. After 2000 years, the signature red beret of the paratrooper returned the blood-stained stones and the vitally of Jewish life to Jerusalem.  Ori’s ruddy-red checks confirmed to me he too would be sworn in there – an oath his grandchild will also hear.

It is said the first Jewish grandfather was Isaac because his grandchildren (the 12 tribes of Israel) confirmed to their father Jacob (Israel) on his death bed: “Hear Israel, The Lord is God the Lord is one” paraphrased as: “Listen Dad, we got it, we are Jews”.  I got that same confirmation.

And we get in the car and drive down towards the Philistine coast, past Beit Horon where the Maccabees fought during Chanukah and the Aleh Valley where David defeated Goliath.

And I am busy scripting life with significance and choreographing it with meaning

And Ori blasts his music and calls a friend to make a midnight meeting.

The events so far away in time are ever-present, but the kid next to me is so far away. And Ori closes the car door and coaches me to get some sleep.  And as long as he is so far away – I push him further: “You know what it means the sky is the limit?”  And he rolls his eyes skyward to gesture give-me-a-break. And he already closed the car and walked away when I tell him – it means the sky is the lower threshold and from there my son you just keep going up.

That night we profoundly touched the heavens, but in the morning, I inquire about his mundane outing with his friend. He says he hung out with a girl. I tell him the one thing you don’t learn at your Bar Mitzvah is that the word Love is equal to 13 in gematria.  He rolls his eyes skyward and I hug him and cynically say when I mentioned love I wasn’t talking about the girl.

I tell him lets grab some pizza.  He says: You are not going to drag me to Jerusalem again. I said we went there last night, so you would always have her within you. I punch him in the arm – he likes that better than being hugged; His phone rings and we go back to leaving all the important things in life and love obtrusively unrevealed.

About the Author
Dov Hoch has been published in Arabic and Hebrew in 50 Middle East media outlets. He is a founding board member of Yemin Orde Educational Initiatives; and SIGNAL - Sino-Israel ties. Dov served for 10 years on the executive board of the America Israel Chamber of Commerce. He is President of the Penn Club of Israel and Co-Chairman of the Ivy League Alumni in Israel. Dov lives in Ra'anana with his three sons and is writing a book: The Perishability of Importance. My BIO starts in 1492. That year Columbus discovered America and inculcated it's anything is possible approach. When I was in first grade America landed on the moon and from my school yard I saw the World Trade Center being built; both the New York baseball and football teams won championships. The climate of accomplishment set a high bar. I was taught: The sky is the limit and understood that was the lower threshold. However for 20 years, I only sought material accomplishment and corporal opulence. The half of me Columbus created was so spiritually spineless and so removed from religion that in high school I brazenly wrote: Primal Light, Celestial Heights – a concept so absurd; In my dialog with God – Man has the last word. Today I thank God that in 1492 the other half of me also had its genesis. That year my family left Spain for Eastern Galicia and settled in Dinov (now Poland). They lived there for 400 years and for 20 generations, they prayed East towards Jerusalem (500,000 times) but they went West to New York. A life-time later I somehow heard my ancestor’s prayers directed towards Zion and moved to Israel and for five years, shepherded thousands of Ethiopian Jews there. Along the way, I received two Ivy League degrees: I learned about purpose of civil society in America's first university founded by Benjamin Franklin. I learned how to write while looking at Rodin's statue of The Thinker on the campus of Columbus's namesake and in a faculty founded by Pulitzer himself. And I choose to populate the 5 or 6 lines on my tombstone with facts that my three boys were born in Israel and my humble purpose was to be their doormat to Zion. In life for them I am both Noah and the Ark.
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