I don't have anything particularly 'out there' to share with you (this week…) but it's just the small, unusual circumstances that make up my every day life that sometimes amaze and baffle me, in equal measure.
- My youngest came home yesterday, and told me a really funny, 'hilarious' story of how her friend's house in Maaleh Zeitim (a neighbourhood on the outskirts of the Mount of Olive cemetery, very close to the Temple Mount) got firebombed, by an Arab throwing a Molotov cocktail.
- My neighbours just bought (and subsequently sold…) a dog that was half Rottweiler, and half Pekinese. Now, I know these things are technically possible, but when I saw that super-aggressive fuzzy slipper with sausage legs, I thought someone was playing a bad joke. I mean, it kind of boggles the mind.
- I went out for a walk on Yom Yerushalayim ('Jerusalem Day') a little while back, and the streets were awash with literally hundreds of thousands of Jewish teenagers, waving Israeli flags and buying every piece of junk food in sight. It was awesome to behold, in every sense of the word.
And then there's the more routine, but no less amazing things, like the fact that I live 15 minutes' walk away from where King David is buried. Sometimes, I say a few Psalms, and then I get completely weirded-out by the fact that the person who wrote them is interred so close to my home. I mean, that's just an amazing thing.
Then, there's the soundtrack that God chooses to accompany my own particular film. Sometimes, I'll walk into a shop and they'll be blasting out one of my favourite secular songs from twenty years' ago, and it always stops me dead in my tracks. Music comes from a very 'high' place, spiritually, and it can literally transport you across years and countries and mindsets.
I walk into the shop a 40-something Jewish housewife in Israel, and I walk out a teenage girl in London (or Canada. The moving-around thing's been happening for decades already.)
A few days' ago, I was having a bad day. One of my kids started playing some obscure CD by Israeli Singer Gad Elbaz that we've had forever, but one of the songs suddenly really grabbed my attention: It was a musical rendition of Psalm 23.
You know the one:
God is my shepherd
I shall not lack.
He lays me down in lush meadows,
He leads me by tranquil waters.
He restores my soul.
He leads me on paths of righteousness, for the sake of His Name.
Even though I walk in the valley overshadowed by death,
I will not fear evil, because You are with me.
To say I was transfixed was an understatement.
Once my kids went to school, I had the song on 'repeat' for about 2 hours solid.
How did God know that I so needed to hear that song, just then?
How did King David know that I'd be feeling exactly that way, when he wrote that Psalm? (Maybe he also had melodramatic females in his household?).
Point is, it was the perfect soundtrack for that particular scene.
I'm at that stage in the script of my life where enough suspense has built up over the last year, that it's time for the denouement, already. I have no idea how the happy ending comes, but I'd like to believe it IS coming, and probably in a hugely unexpected way, like all the best plots.
Moshiach shows up on a donkey and gives my kids a lift to school, in the Old City? I find that $3 million in cash is stuffed in the pipe that keeps backing-up into my toilet? Someone gives me a fat advance to write my life story? Who knows.
All I can tell you, is that the screenplay has never had a dull moment, and while there have definitely been a lot of tear-jerking parts to it, it's always been more of a comedy than a tragedy - and may it continue thus.