When I was young I enjoyed reading the Sunday Comics. “Family Circus”, was never my favorite thing to read (I was more into the Far Side) , the classic NOT ME Ghost always gave me chuckle. Mostly because I could totally see myself in a situation where it was obviously my fault that X had happened, I could envision myself saying, “Not me.” and deflecting blame to another party.
I realized Wednesday night, while driving for an hour, that Hashem has taught me a very difficult lesson in responsiblity. The times that I judge to quickly, find a reason to hate someone, or try to make myself feel better by talking badly about someone don’t go unnoticed. I’ve get it. I don’t like it, but I get it. It’s my fault. As I’ve been told and as I’ve read for years, “Each generation in which the Beit Hamikdash is not rebuilt is considered as if it was guilty of its destruction”. I hope to make the next Three Weeks very meaningful.