Vayigash: A Flash of Light

A flash of truth illuminates the scene.

Rabbi S. Weiss,

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Put yourself in their place for a moment. You are the brothers of Yosef. You are sure you have committed no
We are not the only ones to often wander in darkness.
crime, yet you are accused of being spies and tormented by no less than the leader of the nation. He seems to somehow know you, yet you do not know him. Why have you been singled out for unjust persecution?

Or you are Yosef. You may, admittedly, have been a bit self-centered as a teenager, but did you deserve to be literally thrown out of your family, sent off to a foreign land, and cast from jail to jail? You still believe in G-d, but cannot understand why more than two decades of your life are spent in turmoil. Why did HaShem exile you from your land and your home?

Or you are Yaakov. Why did HaShem take away your precious son, the first-born of your beloved and now deceased wife? Why can you not reconcile to his loss, after all these years, and why are your other children now being placed in harm's way? You, too, love G-d, but it seems He has singled you out for a lifetime of agony.

The more we read of the dramatic sagas of the Torah's personalities, the more we can relate to our own individual struggles. It seems that we are not the only ones to often wander in darkness, confronted by the challenges of life, desperately seeking answers. And we, too, are called upon to maintain our commitment to HaShem and His laws through thick and thin, often testing us to the limit.

But in the end, in the blink of an eye, all the doubts disappear. A flash of truth illuminates the scene, puts all our nagging questions to rest, justifies our faith in G-d, restores our loyalty to Him and rewards our steadfastness.
Those dramatic words sweep away all the doubts.

"I am Yosef!" In a millisecond, those dramatic words sweep away all the doubts, just as G-d's pronouncement, Ani HaShem, will one day put all of Jewish history in crystal-clear perspective.

She spent the day in semi-depression. Why couldn't he even call her on her birthday? And what about the rest of the family - were they all too busy, as well? And then, when she finally did see him, they went out for a quick cup of coffee and then he said he had to get home for a very important conference call. Couldn't he put work aside just this once and instead focus on her and her special day?

Then she opened the front door of her house. The lights suddenly went on, 100 smiling friends and family yelled, "Surprise!" and she was showered with gifts and hugs. Suddenly, it all made sense, it all fit.

Hang in there, Am Yisrael, the party is coming.