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Saved By Shabbat? (Or Not)Well, I’m behind the times, as usual. (I'd make an awful breaking news reporter.) Even though this story might be old news, I’m still feeling the need to virtually pen my thoughts. So here goes.
Perhaps you, like me, have been obsessively following this Malaysian plane story. I mean, how do you lose a plane? Where is the plane, people???? Where is it??? It’s a tragic story—even though we don’t know the ending yet, there is no way that it will be anything other than devastating.
Early on, a story came out about a non-observant Jewish traveler who missed the flight. And here’s the kicker—he missed it because his observant travel agent refused to book him, a fellow Jew, to fly on Shabbat. Mr. Agent told the Mr. Traveler that he would not book the flight; Mr. Traveler could book it himself if he wanted. Mr. Traveler said, Eh, you know, it doesn’t really matter. Get me on a different flight. And so he missed the flight, which saved his life.
Naturally, for a certain subset of people, this turned into “SHABBOS SAVED HIM! He didn’t fly on Shabbos and now he’s alive! It’s a miracle!”
Yes, Mr. Traveler is alive. He should be grateful. He should thank God. Perhaps he should even say the “gomel” blessing, recited upon surviving life-threatening situations. He could ponder this “second chance” and perhaps, if he is so inclined, think about how he will improve himself, after coming so close to death.
But I’m anti the whole “Shabbos saved him” approach to life. Why?
So, I am glad for this man and his family that he was spared the fate of the other passengers aboard flight MH370. But I will not presume to give a reason why. And in the meantime, I will continue to pray for the passengers and their grieving families. |
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