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Know Your Days!
Yud-Alef Cheshvan, now barely a blip on the radar, shockingly overlooked.
Yud-Alef Cheshvan.
I’ll say it again: Yud-Alef Cheshvan.
Still not? Really?
It was a day like no other. Celebration. Joy. Jubilation. We woke up to the thundering sounds of "Didan Notzach!" You could feel the victory in the air as if it were a thick cloud.
And yet, when I speak of the day to a fellow bochur, I am met with, "Yud-what?"
What?!
[This is strikingly similar to the Navi article, but more painful and sensitive.]
What have we come to?! I mean, I don't boast to be the most shpitz guy on the block, but Yud-Alef Cheshvan? This is not just basics, but a part of who we are. Didan Notzach! Who would have believed that the day a lone sefer, plucked from the hands of oppression, made its way safely out of the clutches of the Russian Empire to the shores of the United States, restoring a part of our priceless library, effectively shouting "Hu Bachayim" once again after so many years - the day would be forgotten?!
Where did the sensitivity go?
On that bright day, a yeshiva even sent a representative to New York for the auspicious occasion. This was no ordinary moment.
And yet, here we are.
When I mention it, I’m met with blank stares.
It is upon us, now, to embed ourselves with the importance of these special days. The yunge dor is thirsting for it, and if we will not provide, who will?
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