This Week's Thought From The Koby Mandell Foundation
- Sherri Mandell
Yesterday, Yom Hazikaron, we went to the cemetery in Kfar Etzion for the ceremony for fallen soldiers and terror victims.
Before the ceremony, we arranged to meet Gidon, a classmate of Koby's, at the grave. Gidon is now a teacher at Ohr Torah Stone, the junior high school that he and Koby attended when Koby was murdered.
In front of Koby's grave, Seth and I spoke to Gidon's seventh grade class about Koby and the messages of his life: his love for Israel and for the Jewish people.
As the rabbi spoke in the cemetery, four fighter planes jetted above us and we all looked up. And as I looked at the honor guard, suddenly I had a vision: I couldn't tell if the soldiers were holding clarinets or guns. I didn't understand what I was seeing.
After last night's Independence Day Celebrations, with all of the singing and dancing and celebration, I knew. Isaiah's vision is that one day our swords will be made into ploughshares. But perhaps our dream is even more — that our guns will turn into musical instruments. That with the help of God's mercy, all of our pain will one day be transformed into song.