The vibrant echo of shattered glass at a Jewish wedding is like the striking of a grand, invisible gong, ringing in a new chapter of life. This age-old tradition is more than just a charming ceremony characteristic; it’s a defining moment, a stitch in the fabric of time that weaves together joy and sorrow in a single, resonant note. Amidst the infectious exuberance, a serious undercurrent imbues this moment profoundly. Imagine the echo of the glass’s shattering, bouncing off the wedding hall’s high ceiling. This sound is a ghost of Jerusalem’s past, a spectral reminder of a city once reduced to rubble and ashes centuries ago. Standing on the precipice of…