Thank you to fifty percent of my Facebook friends for reminding me. Should I actually click on the link to chabad.org and read the article?
What does it mean?
The king is in the field?
If I put a question mark at the end it turns it into an incredulous tone. Can it really be that the king is in the field?
It’s obviously a metaphor.
A field is a wide open space, it doesn’t belong to anyone in particular. It’s emptiness, vastness, freedom.
The king who is normally cloistered in his palace is now in the field, open to visitors. He’s accessible, approachable.
All I have to do is close my eyes and imagine.
The field stretches, seemingly endlessly. The grass is browning and crunching under my feet. The sky is blue, scattered with clouds and rays of sun. I can feel the kings presence. I hesitate. Do I have the audacity to approach the king with my sob story? with my excuses? with my bumbling effort at a fresh start?
His presence is so palpable and surprisingly not intimidating. He smiles, invitingly waiting for me to step forward and address him. Trembling, I lurch towards him and speak.
I’ve come because you are here, I’ve come because I can, because I’ve been waiting all year for this opportunity to speak with you.
There is so much I can say, I should say yet it is so difficult to express myself. There is so much that I’m afraid to say, to admit.
Dear King, I’ve screwed up, many times. You’ve told me not to do certain things and I’ve gone ahead and done them anyway. Please, don’t take it the wrong way; I didn’t do it to make you angry or to purposely defy you. It’s just that… I did it. I knew I shouldn’t, I sort of hoped that I had enough strength of character not to do it, but I screwed up. It’s so lame. I don’t even have any proper excuses.
I’m sorry. Really, I am. I can’t even say that I didn’t mean to do it because I did. I did it knowingly. Yet it’s written that a person doesn’t sin unless a spirit of folly enters them. Right?
My spirit’s been pretty folly-full. I know that. And I know that you know that too.
I want to change. I want to be a better person. I want to have a better relationship with you. I don’t want to have to rely on this once a year arrangement where I can cry, beat my chest, say I’m sorry, and wipe my slate clean.
I pause; my thoughts swirling, I’m trying to pick up on one stream of thought. Trying to express that feeling, that movement in my heart
And yet with all the things I’ve done wrong you’ve come out here, onto my turf, into this g-d forsaken earth. You’ve given me a chance.
So really what I’m trying to say is this:
When you go back to the palace, I’m coming with you. I’m coming back with you onto your turf. Because I love you. Because you love me. Because we both know that we’re meant to be together. We’re in this relationship together and I’m committed to our relationship.