This edition of Kol Mevaseret is dedicated to the memory and ilyui neshama of Ezra Schwartz H'YD.
Sara Schatz, Current MMY Student
The scene was comical at best: around ninety seminary students, exhausted from a jam-packed Shabbat of spirit and inspiration, dispersed across the stone-paved streets of Tzefat, selichot books in hand. As I shivered in the cool midnight air and stared drowsily into the tinted windows of the local Hesder Yeshiva, I couldn’t help but ponder MMY’s reasoning behind sending us to such an impractical, tiring event that we could have easily accomplished back in local Baka Shuls. Attempting to keep my eyes open, my frustration grew as I pictured my cozy bed back at the MMY dorms.
All those thoughts of irritation left in an instant as symphonic voices begin to rise from the yeshiva windows.
Sitting there in awe, I inched closer as I listened to harmonious call for G-d’s forgiveness in the most uplifting, impassioned tone I’ve ever heard. The sheer kavanah in their voices was implacable.
It was at that moment that I suddenly felt what everyone had been reiterating all Shabbat long: sometimes G-dly connection can come from the most unanticipated places.