The World Cup has affected my mind. No, not in the way you might think. I haven't gone crazy this month because I am a big fan of soccer - and no, I haven't gone nuts because the men in my family are. We don't own a television, and my kids watch short clips of the games on the internet. I do like to see spectacular plays, and I think that it is really cool when they get a goal with their heads - so my kids call me over to see those. Last night they went to a friend's house to see the last match, and were very happy that Italy won. But on first glance the World Cup seems not to have affected me all that much.
Except for yesterday. I heard another news report that another Kassam rocket fell in the Sderot but didn't kill anyone (thank G-d). The wierd thing was that I had a strange image pop into my head. I imagined rows of angels hovering over the houses in Sderot, dressed in the traditional Hollywood angel uniform - white dress, white wings, and a halo over their heads. But in addition to this usual uniform they had one special addition - a pair of goalee gloves. I had this mental video clip in my head of a Kassam rocket heading toward someone, and an angel smacking it out of the way. If you hear some of the stories coming out of Sderot (and the hundreds of similar miracles that happened in Gush Katif over the years) it doesn't seem all that wierd.
Who knows, maybe G-d is a soccer fan?