No one was physically hurt when a forest fire destroyed most buildings in the idyllic Mevo Modiin. Reportedly, some residents had to be evacuated by police by force. Most houses seem lost. I grew up in a forest.
Great that no one was wounded or died by the flames, but what terrible loss.
I’m thinking of the — just like Shlomo — always cash-strapped but through and through idealistic community, so welcoming to anyone in need and spreading his/its message, teachings and songs all of the world.
I’m thinking of the whole generations who grew up there in peace. Ninety percent of the houses burned down. What about plants and art in the gardens?
I’m thinking of their colorful happy synagogue, not beautified by expensive Italian marble or tropical wood but by hand-painted frescos and other labors of love. The Torah scrolls were taken to safety.
I’m thinking about and fear for the Carlebach library museum that tried to order, house and present Reb Shlomo’s huge personal Jewish library.
It’s like with the burning of the Temples. It’s just material stuff. But it’s so much more. On Lag Ba’Omer, the Moshav burned down.
It’s always the saints among us who suffer Divine retribution for all of us.
The forest will grow back. Houses and shul will be rebuild. The spirit of Reb Shlomo will be indestructible. But a big loss it is. A big warning to help, soul search and shape up. But it’s so hard to learn lessons while hurting. So, we’d better start singing like crazy. There’s no other way.