This week has been chock full of the scariest news stories. The pinnacle, the very worst of the worst, being the young boy murdered in Brooklyn. I can't look to any single person for answers to WHY, HOW, WHY, WHY this boy? Everything is in G-ds hands. I can't begin to fathom.
I've heard that life is like the back of a needle point....tons of strings, a huge mess, no order. THEN you turn over the mess to find beautiful stitch work. In this world life can look like an absolute mess but I only hope that in whatever world there is to come that we all find the clarity we desperately seek.
Challah, a perfect metaphor for life, is a mess. I harp on the fact that it's a bowl of sticky goo. With the right ingredients, a sprinkle of "fairy dust" (that's the brilliance of Judah, he calls flour that), and a bit of elbow grease.., the sticky blob becomes a beautiful braided challah.
As we all seek purpose and meaning in this world and in this life time; I hope to find the ability to see what is very right in our lives rather than what is very wrong.
Shabbat Shalom!
Interesting metaphor.
ReplyDeleteI am appalled by what happened to the little boy in Brooklyn. I can't even imagine what his parents must be feeling. So horrific!