How can we fathom a two-year-old who won't see his parents again?
How can we comprehend two honest Chassidim catching a simple maariv on business who will never come home?
And how can we even begin to understand the loss of the Rabbi and Rebbetzin Gavriel and Rivkah Holtzberg, who lost their own lives after a holy career of giving of their own lives? And before 30?
Today, we are all Chasidim. Today, we are all Israeli. Today, we are all Chabad. No distinctions. Just Jews.
Perhaps an even bigger tragedy is that it took this tragedy to bring us together.
We might not know what to say. But now we know what to do. Stick together.
Because there was a little house, in a corner of the world most of us never heard of, where Ahavas Yisroel (Love for fellow Jews) lived.
Now, that Ahavas Yisroel lives on. In our houses. In our hearts. It must. The victims would have it no other way.
What to do? Carry on.
Because if we become afraid, they won. If we are crushed, they won. If we remain depressed, they won. If we let this destroy our lives, they won.
If we do the opposite, we win. And they lose.
So let's win. Let's continue. Let's march forward. Let's continue doing everything we always did.
But let's do more than that. Let's give more tzedakah (charity). Let's learn more Torah. Let's be more tolerant, less dismissive, of each other.
Let's fight darkness with light.
Jewish women have a special ability. We have the power of bringing spiritual light into the world through lighting Shabbat candles on Friday evening. In memory of all those that didn't survive the attacks, and in the merit of those who did, let us brighten the world in a way we can. Let's light the candles Rivka Holtzberg can no longer light, and let us combat the darkness.
Join us every Friday evening, at Chabad-15 Edwards Pl to light Shabbat candles.