Under Attack
These are crazy times. There’s no way to know what each day will bring. Sometimes the news is good, and sometimes it’s awful. Often, it’s both. The day Nasrallah was killed felt like a great victory. Even though it happened on Shabbos, word spread quickly. My son had been eager to share the news when he arrived for Shabbos lunch with his family. A secular neighbor in his building had placed an announcement in the elevator so his religious neighbors could hear about what had happened. But we already knew—someone had announced it in shul.
