“Reb Saunders said it was God’s will. We have to accept God’s will, he said.” My father blinked his eyes. “Reb Saunders said it was God’s will,” he echoed softly. I nodded. “You are satisfied with that answer, Reuven?” “No.” He blinked his eyes again, and when he spoke his voice was soft, the bitterness gone. “I am not satisfied with it, either, Reuven. We cannot wait for God. If there is an answer, we must make it ourselves.” I was quiet.
