This Saturday night, till Sunday sunset is Tisha B'av- the saddest day of the Jewish year. It's a fast day that commemorates many pitfalls in Jewish history, including the destruction of both Temples. Our ancient rabbis taught that the temples were both destroyed because of "sinat chinum" - baseless hatred. We were unkind to one another, we treated one another as less than, with indifference, with hate, with spite. I do not think much has changed to be honest. I think hate is deeply alluring, it's something we tend to be attracted to. We even celebrate it, thinking it to be a source of power and strength. Hate has it's own sick and twisted feeling of satisfaction to it. It's a dark well of isolation that somehow feels both ugly and good at the same time. I don't think I will ever truly and sincerely desire to be rid of my hate unless I am unafraid to look at it and see with total honesty the true destruction it causes in my life and in the world. Otherwise, hate just feels too good to want to let it go. I ask for help from the Source of all that knows no hate. And yet I know I am stubborn and resistant to change. And so in the very least, I ask that I may just move a bit further along on the journey of forgiveness. Even just a little. Help me do this, I cannot do this on my own. Journey Into Fear The core message of this section is that we need to admit the presence of the hate in order to release it. Sickness has to happen in order to be healed of it. If our darkness remains obscure and hidden, we will never have the opportunity to release it. May this time bring us one step closer on the journey of healing. Remember too that sometimes getting closer doesn't mean we will "feel better", it just means we are moving forward along the path. We have to trust this sometimes. One day we will simply forget to hate because we no longer value it as much. We forget about things we don't care about. And with that, I close this article with a quote from the late Rebbe Ozbourne: "Maybe, it's not too late. To learn how to love, and forget how to hate." |
Sincere contemplations and authentic words of truth on the many ways we find ourselves waking up.
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