Tuesday, February 14, 2017
- Tuesday, February 14, 2017
- Elder of Ziyon
- Forest Rain, Opinion
Can you imagine living in exile? Knowing that, although you
have lived all your life in one place, as have your parents and maybe even
grandparents, you belong to a different land?
The Jewish people lived in exile for centuries. Their
religion and traditions did not allow them to forget… Maybe, most of all, it
was their neighbors who did not allow them to forget that they belonged to a
different land.
Jews in exile yearned for Zion, “the sun-drenched land.” Its
fruits became something almost mythological. If someone managed to bring them fruits
of the Land, it was like receiving a small miracle, something rare and very
precious.
Of course, fruits couldn’t stay fresh on such a long trip. Dates,
for example, could be brought from the far away land to the people in exile.
This is where the tradition of eating dried fruit on Tu B’shvat began.
Tu B'Shvat is the new year for trees, celebrated according
to the Hebrew calendar, on the 15th of the month of Shvat.
This is the new year for the purpose of calculating the age
of trees for tithing (See Lev. 19:23-25, which states that fruit from trees may
not be eaten during the first three years; the fourth year's fruit is for God, and after that, you
can eat the fruit).
It is customary to celebrate the holiday by eating fruit
from Israel, particularly a new fruit or one of the Seven Species described in
the Bible as being abundant in the land of Israel: wheat, barley,
grapes (vines), figs, pomegranates, olives and dates (honey) (Deut. 8:8).
In 1904, Professor Otto Warburg proposed establishing a
Zionist Fund for the purpose of planting olive trees in Zion on lands redeemed
by KKL-JNF. The Teachers’ Association of Eretz Yisrael turned planting
trees in to a national tradition, followed by school children throughout the
country.
The Jewish people returned to the land, planted trees and
made the desert bloom. Technology and dedication realized the promise of a land
“flowing with milk and honey”. Hills
that were barren became green. The fruits of the land grew more abundant and
new fruits were cultivated.
Our trees and their fruit are precious. This land gives much
– when it is loved.
This year Tu B’Shavat seemed to me a holiday of sad
stubbornness.
My beautiful city of Haifa is currently scarred with black
patches of land that once were green.
Hills that were
covered in trees are now bare. The arson-terrorism that brought fires to my
neighborhood, city and in other places across the country just two months ago,
has caused scars that will take years to heal.
Thankfully no human lives were lost during the fires. Many
homes were lost or terribly damaged. It is difficult to comprehend the loss of
memories, family heirlooms, treasures that survived so many other attacks…
Enough anguish is caused by the loss of things that can be
replaced with money. How can you replace the irreplaceable?
This Tu B’Shvat new trees and flowers were planted in Haifa.
Experts say it will take some 30 years for the trees to grow back to something
like what we had before the fires. Their knowledge will guide the replanting to
facilitate speedy, healthy new growth, in a way that is best for the land.
The green will spread before the trees grow. New plants will
cover the ugly scars terrorism left behind. Our city, that was lovely in its
green urbanity by the sea, will be lovely once more.
Tu B’Shvat should not have to be used in this way but it is
fitting that it was. Ours is a love story between a people and their land,
between a land and its people.
Hate so ferocious that it is willing to burn us out of our
homes, killing the fruits of the land and make it barren where it was once
green, is not enough to disconnect the People of Israel from Zion.
Exile could not make the People of Israel forget Zion.
Terrorism, even terrifying fires, cannot make us give up this land. Like
countless times before, we will rebuild, plant new plants and grow better and
stronger than ever before.
People can be killed. Trees can be burned. True love lasts
forever.