Had I gone out to a Kiddush Club during the haftorah this morning, I would have missed a few things.
I would have missed seeing a Bar Mitzvah boy read the haftorah - perfectly - from a klaf (parchment, without the vowels).
I would have missed seeing the same Bar Mitzvah boy creatively duck under the shulchan (table on which the Torah is read) to escape a hail of candy after finishing the haftorah.
I would have missed saying Yekum Purkan with my youngest, who is racing through the words a little too quickly but is adorable doing so.
I would have missed the chance to say the Av haRachamim paragraph at the time it is most meaningful. The paragraph was written in grief for the Jews massacred during the Crusades during these months of Iyyar and Sivan; just a few days ago was the anniversary of the mob attack on the Jews of Speyer in 1096, for example. We say it every Shabbos, but this time of year is when it means the most.
I would have missed kissing the Torah on its way back to the Aron Kodesh.
We've spoken about Kiddush Clubs before; I'm not interested in re-opening the debate. I'm just saying.
What did you gain by going to a Kiddush Club this Shabbos?
What did you gain by not going?