SOME images and experiences in life become indelible.
For me, one of those moments was six years ago when I traveled along with the chartered Nefesh B’Nefesh aliyah flight, bringing new immigrants to Israel from the US.
Among the hundreds of new immigrants in flight, choosing to make their lives in their homeland of Israel, was a man carrying a Torah scroll. He held it protectively against his chest, with the intimacy and closeness of cradling a sleeping child. This Torah was 300 years old. Not for a second did he let it go.
That Torah lent the already permeated-with-purpose journey an extra dimension of holiness. Watching this man travel to Israel, the Torah his companion for the journey, then together descending the El Al steps into the warm Israeli air, was an indelible moment.