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The overwhelming correspondence I received in response to the articles The Destruction and Restoration of Dignity and Comfort My People reflected the most compelling questions of our times:

“What can we do to protect our children from different forms of abuse?”

“And what do we do once our children have been hurt? How can we help them heal from their wounds?”

These are not questions confined to parents. All of us adults were once children. We are and always will be, as they say, our parents’ sons and daughters. And we all know in our hearts the impressions, memories and traumas that have shaped our psyches from the youngest age and affect us and our attitudes in every aspect of our lives. Who can estimate how many our problems stem from our childhood experiences? We all then have the same question: Can we heal from our wounds?

Though these are enduring questions all year round, the current period of the year – the second of the “seven weeks of comfort,” following the “three weeks of affliction” – carries special power to help us heal from our wounds.

During the “three weeks” we read the Haftorah’s that describe the destruction. Then we move into the “seven weeks” whose Haftorah’s guide us in the process of rebuilding.

Accordingly, this column has focused, in the past two weeks, on some of the wounds that plague our generation, particularly due to drug and sexual abuse, and how we can begin to gain some measure of comfort and healing.

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When you read these Haftorah readings one outstanding emphasis that jumps out at you is the abandonment and pain of our children.

Take this week’s reading: It is essentially the story of children abandoned by their parents. But in their absence the children grow in most surprising and expansive ways.

The prophet begins with the sad words: But Zion said: “G-d has forsaken me; my G-d has forgotten me” (Isaiah 49:14).

The cry of every abused child, of every broken heart – how can you leave me here alone, vulnerable to the monsters attacking me?!

At first the hurt child hopes and expects that his parent will come to his rescue. But after a while, the child sadly gives up, and blames herself. After years of waiting for salvation, the child tragically believes that she has been utterly abandoned, with no indication of hope and salvation. After sustained abuse, protracted feelings of loneliness the child feels that he has been forsaken, abandoned and utterly rejected: G-d has forsaken me; my G-d has forgotten me.

To this, G-d responds and informs the child that he is gravely mistaken: Can a woman ever forget her nursing child; cease to have compassion on the son of her womb?! Yes, they may forget; yet I will not forget you!

Perhaps the most troubling mystery of life: How is it possible that a mother or father can forget their own child? How can they possibly become so consumed with their own needs (or perceived needs) to the extent that they can neglect the fruit of their womb? Yet, we see it all the time. No animal in the universe is capable of such utter narcissism. How can humans stoop to such cruelty?!…

Yet they do. And when they do, lives are left shattered in their wake. Forever changed. And we children are left to pick up the broken pieces.

But G-d says: Yes, they may forget; yet I will not forget you. Even when forgotten by those that should be protecting us, G-d does not forget.

Behold, I have engraved you on the palms of My hands; your walls are continually before Me.

G-d tells His children that, in reality, you remain My constant focus every single moment. Moreover, your boundaries (walls) remain continually intact – even when they may have been breached by one form of abuse or another.

Your children hurry; your destroyers and those who laid you waste will depart from you.

This has a two-edged meaning: Abuse causes children to run for cover, to escape and hide. People who have been deeply hurt find it difficult to be at peace, to trust and commit. Your children hurry. In their insecurity they are always are on the move; always leave a back door open; always ready to flee from danger.

Your destroyers and those who laid you waste will emerge from you. One of the most damning declarations of all: The greatest devastation is perpetrated by the people closest to us – from within our midst.

On the other, healing, side of the coin this verse also means that wounded children learn to hurry and never be complacent. Their suffering has taught them, in the hardest possible way, that we should never take our gifts for granted. Your children hurry – their lives have a sense of urgency.

Your destroyers and those who laid you waste will depart from you. You are promised that your abusers will leave you and cannot control your destiny. But it will take your hard effort to ensure that the “destroyers” do not hold your psyche hostage.

Lift up your eyes round about, and see: They all gather together to come to you. As I live, says G-d, you will surely adorn yourself with them like an ornament, and bind yourself with them like a bride. Then your waste and your desolate places and your devastated land will be too narrow for the inhabitants, and those who swallowed you up will be far away. The children that were born in exile will again say in your ears: ‘The place is too narrow for us; make room for us to dwell in.’

Therein lays the ultimate transformative power of healing. In the bigger cosmic picture it is unacceptable to simply “get out of the line of fire” of those who have tried to destroy us; true healing is about transforming our liabilities into strengths; to become stronger in the broken places.

In the mysterious cycle of suffering and growth – without justifying any form of pain – the fact is that the profound refinement, the nobility, aplomb and unfathomable strength that can come out of sorrow and loss is of a completely higher quality – incomparable to any virtue that comes without anguish. Whether we understand it or not, the most powerful light comes of our darkness, the mightiest energy is generated through resistance.

Your greatest enemy is, of course, yourself. Which is the ultimate meaning in the verse: Your destroyers and those who laid you waste will emerge from you. Even when we have been victimized by another, even if the crime was perpetrated when we were vulnerable and innocent, with no power to resist, we all have built-in Divine immune/healing systems to overcome any challenge. Ultimately we will have the choice whether we will remain victims and be haunted by our pasts, or we will access deeper resources and break our shackles.

The Haftorah teaches us that the secret to achieving true freedom from our pasts is by lifting our eyes to a loftier place:

Lift up your eyes round about, and see: They all gather together to come to you.

Through hard work and determination you can discover how your pain can propel you to expand your horizons. Your sorrow can access enormous reservoirs of strength and creativity, adorning you like an ornament. Your hurried sense of urgency – spawned by your waste and your desolate places – will not allow you to conform to the status quo. If you allow it, your restlessness will make you feel that this place is too narrow, allowing you to dream, aspire and give birth to unprecedented creative heights, broaden our boundaries to expand far beyond the narrow straits of conventional life, making room for us to dwell in.

And appreciate the healing you have achieved:

Then you will say in your heart: ‘Who has given me these? I had lost my children, and was childless, exiled, and wandering to and fro. Who has brought these up? Behold, I was left alone; from where have these come?’

This is what G-d says: Behold, I will lift up My hand to the nations, and raise My standard to the peoples, and they will bring your sons in their arms, and your daughters will be carried on their shoulders. Kings will be your foster fathers, and their queens your nursing mothers. They will bow down to you with their faces to the ground, and lick the dust of your feet; and you will know that I am G-d. For those who wait for Me will not be ashamed. Shall the prey be taken from the mighty, or the captives of the victors be delivered?

But this is what God says: Even the captives of the mighty will be free, and the prey of the tyrant rescued; for I will save your children.

When mortals hurt mortals, the only path to salvation is to reach to the immortal.

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As powerful as this message may be; with all the hope and confidence we gain from knowing that G-d protects abandoned children – the big question looms: What does this teach us about our responsibilities to our children.

Yes, it’s nice to hear that G-d protects us even when our loved ones do not. But what do we learn from this?

Some may even tragically use this Haftorah as a way to minimize the effect of abuse and cop-out from our own responsibilities, by just relying on G-d to protect our children.

However, with a little thought and sensitivity, it is clear that this Haftorah provides us with many vital lessons. Above all, we are instructed to follow G-d’s ways, “just as He is compassionate so too shall you be compassionate.” This week’s Haftorah reading teaches us the grave responsibility we, parents and adults, carry to emulate G-d’s ways.

We must ensure that no child should ever cry out: G-d has forsaken me; my G-d has forgotten me.

We must live up to our mandate: Can a woman ever forget her nursing child; cease to have compassion on the son of her womb?!

Just as G-d does not forget the child, we too must never allow a situation in which G-d says: They may forget; yet I will not forget you

David Caar – the junkie-turned-acclaimed-NY-Times-journalist – confesses his own greatest sin in his new scathing book, The Night of the Gun. In one of the rawest self-condemnations I have ever read, Caar writes about a heart-sickening trip he took to a dope house with his baby twins, who he left in a cold car as he went in to get his fix.

I certainly couldn’t bring the twins in. Even in the gang I ran with, coming through the doors of the dope house swinging two occupied baby buckets was not done. Sitting there in the gloom of the front seat, the car making settling noises against the chill, I decided that my teeny twin girls would be safe, that God would look after them while I did not.

I got out, locked the door and walked away. Inside, a transformation — almost a kidnapping — got under way. The guilty father was replaced by a junkie, no different from the others sitting there. Time passed, one thing begot another and eventually I was thrown clear.

Leaving, I remember that. Out the metal door and then out the front door with its three bolts onto the porch and the hollow sound of my boots on the wood floor. A pause. How long had it been, really? Hours, not minutes. I walked toward the darkened car with drugs in my pocket and a cold dread in all corners of my being.

I cracked the front door, reached around, unlocked the back and leaned in.

I could see their breath.

God had looked after the twins, and by proxy me, but I realized at that moment that I was in the midst of a transgression He could not easily forgive. I made a decision never to be that man again.

As we read this week’s Haftorah, we are reminded about our greatest responsibility in all of life:

Protect your children.

Comfort your children.

What better way to honor these seven weeks of comfort than by bringing to the fore the question that we must all ask of ourselves and each other: Are we doing our best in bringing comfort to our sons and daughters? What more can we do?

Time has come that we once and for all declare: We will do everything in our power to not abandon our children. To protect them with our very last ounce of energy – to ensure that they can enter their adult lives unscathed by the wounds of abuse.

G-d can and surely protects innocent children. But G-d wants to work through us – His agents, created in the Divine Image, emulating His compassionate ways.

I have personally witnessed – as I am sure many of you have – the never-ending agony of wounded children turned adults. It is unbearable to watch. The thousands of hours wasted on fighting fears, insecurities – the haunting voices – and the loneliness. Oh, the loneliness. The child’s utter isolation every time his or her parent neglected him.

Do we need to wait for G-d to intervene and protect our children?

Some basic suggestions:

  • Each day take some extra time to spend with your child.
  • Don’t ignore your children or take them for granted. Every morning make sure your child recognizes that you are aware of him or her.
  • Even if you don’t have your own children, we can each apply the same attitude to a nephew or niece or a child of a friend.
  • Find a child with special needs, an orphan or anyone that can use some extra attention, and volunteer your services.
  • Don’t wait for trouble. Always be sensitive and look out for any signs of a child’s discomfort, and address them.
  • Maybe we can create a blog, Protect Our Children, which offers more suggestions and provides a forum for further discussion, addressing dilemmas and exchanging ideas.
  • Turn this into a priority, excepting the most from ourselves and our friends.

For G-d has comforted Zion. He has comforted all her waste places, and has made her wilderness like Eden, and her desert like G-d’s garden. Joy and gladness will be found there, thanksgiving, and the voice of song.

The voice of song.

Our children are our most precious commodity. Our voice of song.

Parents, educators, anyone who cares – wake up! Our children are at stake. Our future is at stake. Is that not more important than our own petty comfort zones?

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9 Responses to “Protect Our Children”

  1. June

    Dear beloved Rabbi,

    In the comment section, u were kind enough to post a comment, replying to your writing on abused or neglected children. At that time, I was legal guardian of my beloved 2 1/2 year old grand-daughter.

    Rabbi, I am overjoyed to report that I adopted her on June 24th, 2013, and she is my daughter now. We have been together since she was born.

    Her sister, who is l year, 5 days older than she is, is living with our wonderful cousins who are making sure she has a safe, secure, loving life and home. I thank them so much.

    I pray you post this update.

    G-d bless you, Rabbi Jacobson

  2. Pamela McCall

    The timing of this article amazed me. (But that happens often, if I stop to think about it.) I think the most challenging part of healing is recognizing the problem. I am 62 now and am just now seeing why my life too the nose-dive it did when I was about 11. I spent the next half a century in the hurrying, intense mode you describe here. And the word isolation you use is the right word for the essence of the problem. I was isolated and then I isolated myself, and never became part of the world around me again. But maybe now that I have seen myself as though from a distance, there will be some time left to live here — on this earth. But you are also right about the strength its given me. Who is stronger than someone who has had to be strong once the person can see it? I can say to myself, wow, thats a sad story I wouldnt wish on anyone — especially not my own children. But somehow the sadness is freeing. It was the being strong all the time that was captivity.

    I was amazed when I saw your focus on a problem that turned out to be mine, but that for so long I didnt recognize. How is it that you zoomed right in on it?

  3. anonymous

    Your message is so timely. There are a lot of stories about babies being left unattended in cars and dying from the heat that builds up inside on a warm day. I hope the message is heard by parents to consider their children as their priority. Whenever I speak to young moms about the forgetting of kids left in cars, they give me excuses. Whats going on here? No excuses should be allowed when were given the gift of children and then forget them & leave them to suffer & even die while strapped in a parked car? My children are grown and I cannot fathom forgetting they were with me. Excuses aside, whats the deeper problem with some parents these days?

  4. June

    Dear Rabbi Jacobson –

    You are such an articulate, compassionate man, and I love reading your
    writings. Todays writing really grabbed at my heart – I am a 59 year
    old grandmother, raising her beloved grand-daughter, who is 2 1/2 years
    old. I have had her since she was born and came out of the hospital.
    She is the light of my life. I am blessed to have her in my life –
    people tell me that she is blessed, however, dear Rabbi – I am the one
    who is blessed. I am very active in groups such as Grandparents Raising
    Grandchildren. Statistics show that there are over 6 million children
    being raised by grandparents – and those are only the ones we know
    about. I was honoured last year to be asked to be a speaker in
    Washington, D.C., before congress about this situation – unfortunately,
    I was ill, as I have a weak immune system and was not able to attend – I
    hear the conference was very successful. Thank you, dear Rabbi for your
    understanding of human nature.

    I am the Lord, your G-d, who takes hold of your right hand and says to
    you, DO NOT FEAR; I will help you.
    Isaiah 41:13

    Nobody can do for little children what grandparents do. Grandparents
    sort of sprinkle stardust over the lives of little children. Alex
    Haley

    Evil is powerless if the good are unafraid. Ronald Reagan.

  5. anonymous

    Having overcome almost 12 years of sexual abuse as a teen (up to literally the day before my wedding!), I have spent the intervening years feeling like damaged goods. How could anyone really love me when I couldnt love myself — having let that happen? And then again, what power does an 11-year old really have to prevent it??

    Reading this has done wonders for my self-image. I am able to see how I have spent the intervening 30 years and the growth I have achieved, and looked at it through the lens of what you have written.

    I am keeping this and plan to reread it often. Perhaps I shall even learn to love myself someday.

  6. Richard

    Simon:

    Keep it up – please!

    Shalom,

    Richard

  7. Hank

    Thank you Rabbi …

    I have forwarded this to friends and family. It really resonated within me.

    Good Shabbos.

  8. Basi

    Awesome article

  9. anonymous

    Dear Rabbi Jacobson,

    That was powerful, for someone who was sexually abused by my step grandfather and for the longest time feeling abanded and saying where was Hashem, this hit home.

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