The view from the car window as we approached Kiryat Malachi was flat and straight for miles. It was very different from the familiar Judean hills surrounding Jerusalem. The lines of the hills and mountains around Jerusalem draw the eye ever upward towards the heavens. It always seemed to me as if the area’s topography was enlisted in a larger scheme to instill hope in those who live and visit there. But in Kiryat Malachi, the land is flat and people must create their own hope. We drove down the streets, no longer in Jerusalem territory, and I soon discovered that in this town, it takes a mountain of human strength to create a small mound of hope just big enough to get by.
It is not enough to make aliyah and move to Israel, olim must contribute to the rebuilding. There is so much we can do. There is so much we are doing. For the Jewish people, for the Land of Israel.
In a region too often associated with conflict, one initiative is doing its best to provide unconditional love and support. And with its new center in Kiryat Malachi, the sky’s the limit…
Walking down the streets of Yerushalayim today is nothing less than a miracle. Each day, as I breathe in the Yerushalayim air, take in the myriad of Jewish faces on the street, and watch the Egged busses hurtle past the Israel Center, I thank Hashem for the miracle of Yerushalayim.
As the children entered the transformed room, their eyes widened. The walls were draped in color, the floor was carpeted in Persian style rugs… in one corner King Solomon presided in purple robes on a red velvet throne, the Beit Hamikdash in full view through the window – some of the children literally jumped when they heard the trumpets announcing his entrance.