This past week I was travelling. I had to connect through New York JFK airport on the way to my destination and on the way back. I will save the outbound journey for another post, because that is a story on its own. This post is reserved for the return trip through JFK airport.
Imagine being away from home, relaxing in a spot that I would say was a piece of paradise. It was my last morning, and I was up early and put the tv on. Something I normally don’t do when I travel because a lot of the time they don’t have American stations. This time, the Today Show was on.
I watched, as we all did, the horror unfold at the Har Nof Synagouge where the unspeakable massacre of four Rabbis occurred. As I watched the footage I was also on my phone as we had WiFi in the room and it was all over my social media feeds.
My friend and I talked about it over breakfast and then we had a few hours before going to airport to come home.
If you have ever connected through another city en route home from an international destination you know that you need to clear customs of that country, claim your bags, check them back in and then, in our case, hop on a shuttle to another terminal to catch our flight to Toronto.
We went through US customs, picked up our bags, put our duty free in our checked bags, and then proceeded to move through the airport at Amazing Race speed to our connecting flight.
As we came around the corner to take the elevator up one floor, I ran to the washroom. When I came out of the washroom I was stopped in my tracks.
There, in a small alcove was a group of Orthodox Jewish men (young and old) praying. Being that New York (and surrounding area) has one of the largest Jewish populations outside of Israel, it shouldn’t really have surprised me that they were there, praying, but it did.
The two of us just stopped. People were looking at them, and even some of the security staff seemed a bit bothered that they had been there for a half an hour, encroaching on their lunch break.
To me, it was comfort. It was comfort in knowing that people were there watching over me with their prayers. Watching over the families of the slain Rabbis and their families. I closed my eyes and said my own prayer and then we continued on. I don’t think I will forget that image in my mind for a long time to come. It was powerful.
Years ago my mother gave me a small laminated wallet sized card and it is a Prayer for Travellers. I carry it with me whenever I travel.
The prayer says:
“May it be your will, Lord our G-d, and G-d of our Fathers, to lead us in peace and direct our steps in peace. To guide us in peace, to support us in peace and to bring us to our destination in life, joy and peace. Deliver us from the hands of every enemy, and lurking foe. From robbers and wild beasts on the journey, and from all kids of calamities that may come to and afflict the world. Bestow blessing upon all in your eyes and the eyes of all who behold us. Bestow bountiful kindness upon us. Hear the voice of our prayer, for You hear everyone’s prayer. Blessed are You Lord, who hears prayer.”
Shabbat Shalom everyone. May you all have a peaceful and comforting Shabbat.
Amen.