Nachas and Generational Continuity

We just returned from an extended-family trip to the Czech Republic and it's capital, Prague. Prague is unique in Europe from a Jewish perspective as it is perhaps the only place that Hitler and the Nazis did not pillage and destroy. The Nazis, unfortunately and tragically did wipe out 80+% of the Jews of Prague.
On shabbat we davened (prayed) at the oldest extant synagogue in continuous use in the world, The Old-New Shul otherwise known as the Alt-Noy Shul. The Alt-Noy Shul was the seat of the famous Maharal of Prague , one of the greatest Torah scholars and community leaders of the last 500 years. The Maharal is also the protagonist in the famous Golem story and the one who brought the Golem to life.
The the Alt-Noy Shul dates back to the early 1400s and it has true gothic architecture but, more importantly, the walls ooze authenticity and years of Jewish tradition and continuity . I cannot explain it in words but davening (praying) there 3 times on shabbat was a uniquely connected and connecting experience. This was especially true on a family trip, where we ourselves were three generations sitting together in this historic shul.
Two of my sons had the unique privilege to participate. My 6 year old son Moshe was asked to drink the kiddush wine on Friday night. Standing tall on the old wood benches, he said amen loudly, smilingly drinking wine from the rabbi's kiddush cup while my father and I looked on. I only wish I could have caught a photo but his pride is etched in my mind. (ed. The picture above was snuck after shabbat in the same place, without the wine and no flash)
On shabbat morning, my 13 year old Chaim read the haftara from the 600 year old stone bima, surrounded by family (including mother and grandmother peeking through the portholes from the women's section) and current and former generations of Prague's Jews who toiled to upkeep the Shul, its customs and traditions in the face of oppression and assimilation over the centuries. His loud voice and the consoling words of the haftara of Aniya So'ara reverberating off the cement and stone arched ceilings with their great acoustics still rings in my ears. I wish I had a video camera but the nachas of seeing my son read from the same bima as the Maharal likely did replays in my mind all the time. Timeless Nachas. I wish you all the same.



