For possibly centuries, Jews of the diaspora finished their religious New Year’s meal (Passover), with the phrase, “Next year in Jerusalem.” This expressed their desire to go home. Home to the land that shaped their faith and expectation. Most of the Jews who said those words had never been in Jerusalem, still their greatest desire was to be within her gates.
The world is overflowing with sadness. And “men’s hearts fail them for fear, and for looking after those things which are coming on the earth…” Luke 21:26. I wonder what new sorrow this year will add. I am tired. I long to be in my heavenly home, where I will not even remember this place (Isaiah 65:17). With all of my heart, I join that other diaspora and say,
“Next Year in Jerusalem.”