We have the right to demand that the Moshiach should arrive now despite our failures.
We have the right and the obligation to demand our own rebirth without travail, without pain.
We have already stared darkness in its face; we have marched through its tunnel in a holocaust across the sea. We have passed enough tests. We have polished enough dark buttons until they glisten brightly.
There is, after all, a halachah: A workman is not due his pay until he submits his bill.
If so, all that is left is for us to demand that which is due. Long due.
Join the Discussion