A Traffic Jam in the Holy Land
On Thursday, an older married couple visiting from America gave me a ride home.
When the husband turned right on Betsalel Street, we discovered what looked like a mile-long parking lot. “Oh no!” I muttered, “a traffic jam…We should have gone another way.”
But the husband had a very different reaction.
He sang out, “Thank G-d! A traffic jam in the Holy Land!”
And as we inched our way up through Betsalel Street parking lot, the husband reflected in a soft voice full of wonder…
“If I would have told my grandfather that one day we would be stuck in a traffic jam in Jerusalem, he wouldn’t have believed it. Never in his wildest dreams could he have imagined that there would one day be this many Jews living here. A traffic jam in the Holy Land.
“Ken Yirbu!” he concluded, “May they be fruitful and multiply!”