The Eternal Struggle of Am Yisrael

It’s been a year since the devastating tragedy of our nation. When we are hit with such force, the only one we turn to is God. This is our story being repeated once more on a larger stage. We went through crusaders and pogroms who ravaged us to the core, we went through inquisitions and holocausts that tore us to shreds, but this time, this time we are on the world stage. There is no way for the nations to claim they didn’t know, and it is their true colors that are seen instantly. The world sees how Iranian proxies are creeping up, wreaking havoc and unleashing terror worldwide, the world isn’t blind. They also understand that these proxies are like teenage gangsters, they have no air force, their arsenal is loaded with scraps, and their ranks are symbolic rather than organized.

This is a fight between the little brother and his big one. Israel is called in Exodus 4;22, “My son, My firstborn, Israel.” The only way the name Moses remains in the vocabulary of every living soul, is through Israel informing the world that they exist. We are tasked, as the firstborn, to remind the world of the ways of our Father. If we do our job right, they hear about us when we raise the population with new wisdom, through technological and scientific breakthroughs and through the value we add to the morality of the world. But when we fail, we are punished before the world’s eyes, so that all can learn what not to do. Either way, the name of God is expanded all over.

Looking at it all through a bird’s eye view I see a people stooped in evil against a nation united. When they torture, rape and burn, their excuse for justice is lost. For us though, witnessing such atrocities makes us believe the Torah much more. These prophecies have been told all the way back to Abraham, Isaac and Jacob, Moses and all who followed, the descriptions of our sufferings were detailed and precise, written thousands of years before our experience. When we experience these stories in our lifetime we automatically reattach ourselves to faith, even though our physical pain would be devastating. We actually run toward the One Who caused us the pain, instead of running away.

In a normal world and regular day and age, this conflict would be over in days. The best troops from around the world would comb through every inch of southwestern Israel and bring the murderers and rapists to justice. But then again, in a normal world this wouldn’t have happened in the first place. The world has gone mad along with their evil terrorist counterparts. Yes, I know, I’m using strong words but killing babies in the womb is not that much different than burning them in ovens. The moral values have declined worldwide and hate and division seemed to grow out of control. The world lost its strong older brother, but with what they did on October 7th last year, they woke him back up, for good!

It took us some time to regroup and build after the holocaust and the return to our homeland. For many years we solidified our place in the world, our country has prospered and claimed its name on the side of life. Jews around the globe raised families, built communities and businesses, and helped form the landscape of their prospective countries. It is as if a beacon went off last year that every single one of us felt in their heart, “We haven’t been spreading light as we should while the world craves God’s presence. This is our duty to be close to Him and bring His presence down to this world.”

As we read the words of the curses that we would face in our exile and see how they’ve come to pass, we start reading the blessings and know wholeheartedly that they too will come to pass. We connect to the Mitzvot in the Torah and start keeping Shabbat and wearing Tefillin. We learn to value our heritage that much more, and we tell our kids that as Sons of Israel we will most likely die sanctifying His holy name. Women purify themselves in the Mikvah and add some Tefillot to their prayers. We learn to be honest with our Creator and ask for forgiveness for our sins when we strayed.

The world has turned upside down. Men play in women’s sports, voter ID is racist, abortions make a happier future, funding wars and death is righteous, and the list goes on. Evil has its proxies, the physical fighters start in Iran and spread their long nails across the globe. The spiritual fighters have their own proxies, the LGBT soup is one arm, DEI is another. But one thing that the physical and spiritual wars have in common is anti-Semitism. It has no explanation besides for us being their only obstacle to power. The ultimate fight is to break the Jews and to succeed they’ve never stopped trying.

After brainwashing the world and silencing the rest, it is only a short train ride away to Auschwitz 2.0, only this time it’ll all happen at once. We should be prepared in our hearts to return to our Maker with pure, believing hearts, make sure that our kids understand what it means to be a Jew. Describing the feast that we are about to dine at when all Jewish souls return to Him with purity. We will fight and we will succeed, albeit a small number will remain. True hearts from the nations will mourn our loss and evil will seem to prosper, when out of the ground our dead will rise. The world will hide in their closets afraid of the zombies, while all Jewish souls will make their way to the Holy land to greet their King.

The screams on the street will be louder than the screams in Egypt on the death of the firstborn, for this time it will be the rebirth of the Firstborn! All kings and rulers will wonder at this miracle, their gasps will remain in position, making their way to Yerushalayim to see it before their eyes. Our people will watch how they come with their heads in their hands, ashamed of their yesterday’s stance, “Oh then our mouths will be filled with laughter and our tongue with song,” Tehillim 126:2

It is easy to go back to living our daily lives but it is now that we must remain resilient. No matter what comes in the future ahead, we will fight on all fronts until Mashiach comes. Let us not be broken, my brothers and sisters, Am Yisrael Chai means you and me! We will stand at our sides and remain loyal to Him, we’ll return our hearts to our Maker and ask for forgiveness as we change our ways. We have to put aside our differences, it is now or never, “Mi Lashem Elai,” is the sound your heart awakened to. 

May the memory of our fallen siblings never be forgotten, and may their sacrifice be the final straw of our redemption. Hashivenu Hashem Elecha Venashuva, Chadeish Yameinu Kekedem.

To my fellow Brethren of Israel, David Lemmer