As he spoke, I suddenly remembered that on the Shabbos of the bar mitzvah as our entire family walked the streets of Jerusalem, talking, laughing, exchanging ideas and thoughts, happy to be a family reveling in Calvin’s beautiful laining on Shabbos and Shavuos and, as one, happy to just be in Yerushalayim, everyone we encountered greeted us with a “Shabbat Shalom” and a smile. It was, indeed, Shalom’s Shabbat.
The Yiddish word for grandchildren, is “ainiklech” said to be derived from the Biblical verse “and the burning bush was not consumed” (ainennu ukol).
One can only trust and believe that those in Yerushalayim Shel Maala, seeing grandchildren (and great grandchildren) happy to be in Jerusalem and appreciating its holiness will ensure that G-d will bless and guard us, and that the burning bush will never be consumed.
