You're probably wondering what the handsome Israeli Plover (chofami, in Hebrew) pictured above has to do with elections in Israel. I saw one in the Lachish River east of Ashdod; the feathered friend reminded me how much I love the landscape and wildlife of my beloved homeland. Yet, more than I love them, I love our people - all of them - for they're all brothers and sisters, children of our same parents. It makes no difference whether they're black or white, Yiddish speakers of born in Addis Ababa. They're the most compassionate people on earth and their souls are beautiful.
With the above in mind, the election campaign for the last several weeks has been more than painful for me. It has accented the differences between Jews here and fueled infighting, as if we aren't surrounded by tens of millions of frenzied enemies waiting to devour us. As such, election day will put a temporary end to the widespread slander celebrations. In Israel, the only way to maintain any segment of spiritual and emotional health and purity is to sever oneself from the media.
If I could, I'd vote for three parties, the ones who are loyal to our Torah. Military might is necessary in the tough neighborhood we live in, but it's useless unless we are spiritually strong. In other words, emuna is the backbone of Jewish survival, and particularly Jewish survival in our holy land of Israel, which cannot stomach profanity.
Let's all of us here perform our civic duty and vote. It only takes a minute or two. But, let's cast our permanent vote for Hashem, renewing our loyalty three times a day and every time we open up a book of Psalms, a Gemara, or walk along the shore with the Plovers and talk to Hashem. Am Yisroel Chai!