Rabbi Schuldenfrei offered a version of these words at
the South Bay Memorial Service for Gilad Shaar, Naftali Frankel, and Eyal
Yifrach on July 2, at Congregation Ner Tamid.
When I
heard the news that the three Israeli boys who were kidnapped by Hamas terrorists
had been murdered, like most of you, all I wanted to do was hug my
children. Later that evening, when
I finally came home, my children were in no mood for hugs. Instead, they wanted me to join them in
a kind of role playing game where I pretend to be a bad guy (Darth Vader, the prince from Frozen, or
Antiochus from the story of Hanukah) and run around the kitchen island yelling
and chasing them. That particular
evening my boys told me that I was to be the biblical villain, Haman. They wanted to be the heroes, Esther
and Mordechai. Half-heartedly, I
agreed to play. But before the
game could start, my four-year old son got scared. He looked to me for comfort; “Daddy, tell me that Haman does
not live in Israel!” Barely
holding back the tears that had been filling my soul the entire day, I stroked
his cheek and lied to his face.
“No, Lev. Haman does not
live in Israel.”
In fact, a
modern Haman does threaten Israel.
Unfortunately, for Gilad, Naftali, and Eyal, despite the brave efforts
of so many, there was no Esther and Mordechai to come to their rescue.
Before
their abduction by Hamas, I imagine that Gilad, Naftali, and Eyal lived their
lives with the sweet innocence of children unaware of the contemporary Haman. Eyal would leave cookies out in a jar
at the front of his classroom with a sign inviting all to enjoy. Gilad would bake for his sisters, and
was the most popular counselor in his youth group. And Naftali filled the world with joyful music while playing
the guitar and flute.
Tonight,
after once again experiencing the cruelty of Hamas, of today’s Haman, we feel
no joy. The song we sing, while
resilient and everlasting, is tinged with sadness over the senseless loss of
such bright light.
What can we
say? The Talmud teaches us that
Moses is granted a request to meet the finest Torah scholar. In a sort of ancient time travel, God
transports Moses thousands of the years into the future to watch Rabbi Akiva
teach. Moses is mesmerized by
Akiva’s genius; he asks God to see the reward for such a great man. God then shows Moses the flesh of Rabbi
Akiva being sold in the outdoor market, for Rabbi Akiva was brutally murdered
by the Romans. Moses cannot
believe his eyes, and begins to protest the cruelty of Akiva’s fate. Before he can finish, God silences
Moses; Moses’ question, why, is left unanswered. God does not answer Moses because for some questions, painful
ones that break the heart and wound the soul, there are no answers or
explanations.
Similarly
tonight, as we mourn Naftali, Gilad, and Eyal, we once again recognize that
there is no answer. There is just
the sadness of reality. And while
we miss the song of their souls, we must go on. As Shimon Peres said: “We will bow our heads but our spirits
will not break.” As Naftali’s
mother taught as she eulogized her son: “We will learn to sing without you.”
We will go
on committed to building a state of Israel, free and safe, that upholds the
value of democracy and the sanctity of human life. We will go on building an Israel that celebrates the song of
humanity in multiple voices joining a chorus of many languages.
Our future
does not include shedding innocent Palestinian blood. Those who wish to randomly strike innocent Palestinians act
in violation of the law, and desecrate God’s holy name. The Palestinians are our cousins with
whom one day, hopefully, we will live in peace.
Together
let us pray for a day when each of us-- Jew, Christian, and Muslim -- can hug
our children, celebrate their innocence, and rest easily knowing that there are
no Hamans in Israel, there is just a deep love of life.
Unfortunately,
Eyal, Naftali, and Gilad will not live to see such an Israel. They were cruelly taken from us. Hatred, Hamas, modern Hamans wish to
destroy us. But the innocence and
goodness with which Gilad, Naftali, and Eyal lived their lives illuminates the
path that we must traverse together.
And as we set down this road together, may the light of their souls
inspire us to feel more deeply, live more kindly, and to love more widely.