Last night I had the strangest dream.

There was a group of children playing.  They were all maybe 3-4 years old and somehow I knew my Gabbi was amongst them.  There was an older teacher or leader or ganenet or something directing their play.  The children were all having a good time and playing with blocks and dolls and animals and food and money.

As I watched them I realized these children were not just playing, they were building.  Each play thing had a special spot and was being placed deliberately- but I was too far away to see what they were building.  It just looked like chaos with each of the children working on their own little section without really paying attention to what was going on around them.  It was like they knew they had to finish "their part" as quickly as they could.

As I moved closer I could see they were working on what looked like a giant model.  Slowly, before my eyes, these children were bringing to life the shape and daily activities of the Beit Hamikdash.  Slowly is dawned on me who those children must be.  Who else could have the zechut to rebuild the Beit Hamikdash but those untouched by the evils of this world.

The children were surrounded by adults looking on longingly wanting to help, but an angel with a fiery sword barred there way saying "you had your chance to do your part during your lifetime, and in your lifetime the Beit Hamikdash was not rebuilt- now it is there turn to try".

I looked around to try to figure out who was in charge of this building project- who was the ganenet who would even dream of taking on such a building project?  All I could see was a huge chair decorated with rubies diamonds, with a foot rest of the purest sapphire I have ever seen.  From the chair came the instructions.  No my Yossele, that menorah goes a little further to the left.  Oy my Sarale, did you fall down?  Let me make it better.  Yes my Gabbi, put that shiny gold box into that small room- that is a job I saved just for you.

All of you children would make your imma's and abba's so proud if they could only know what you were doing.  One day my children... one day soon.