The sirens are different this year. In years past they reminded me to stand at attention and pay tribute to those who gave their lives so that I could live freely in Eretz Yisrael. So I could learn and teach Torah in Eretz Yisrael. So I could raise my family in the land of their forefathers. But this year they're different. This year I momentarily confused them for the sirens that warn of us an impending rocket attack. I was not alone. Several friends of mine shared that they had the same sentiment. Instead of a moment of silence exclusively dedicated to mourning, reflection and gratitude, it also became a moment of anxiety. What does the future have in store for this small Jewish country? It's not a bad thing this anxiety. Sometimes fear propels us. Sometimes it focuses us and gives us a greater sense of clarity. I wonder about my moment of silence this year. What is the long term impact on myself, my children, my community, my nation when we hear sirens and think we should immediately run for cover? On the other hand, I have renewed appreciation for those that made the ultimate sacrifice and gave their lives for our country. It seems to me that commitment requires sacrifice and sacrifice creates transformation. Avraham Avinu was asked to sacrifice because it revealed his commitment. He was asked to sacrifice his history. He was asked to sacrifice his life. He was asked to sacrifice the life of his child. Every step of the way he prioritized God's mission. And he transforme
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