Yankele the shoemaker thinks that he is the wisest person in the town, when, in actuality, he is the most foolish. In fact, the town folk tell him on a daily basis that he is a fool.
One day, Yankele hears the rabbi quote from the Bible that the Almighty protects the foolish. Yankele decides that this is his opportunity. "I'll jump off the highest building in town. If the Almighty protects me, then I am truly a fool – but I won't get hurt. And if I get hurt, then I'll have proven to all that I am a wise man."
So off he goes! He jumps off the roof of the town's only three-story building. Of course, he falls badly and breaks many bones.
As the townsfolk rush him to the hospital, they hear him moaning, "I am not just a wise man. I am a genius!"
***
Have you ever sat in the dark so long that you started seeing, almost as if it were light? I’m sure you have. The longer you sat in the darkness, the more you got accustomed to it. Now imagine that all your life you’ve lived in a dark muggy pit, with bread and water lowered daily by rope. Your eyes have never seen the sun; neither have your father and grandfather seen light of day. For years, this has been the reality. For you and your family, darkness is a part of life. The pit is the universe; G-d is the mysterious Something that sends down food every day.
This pattern continues for years, until, one day, a new human being is lowered into the pit with the mission of bringing you back to normal life. He starts driving you crazy about a universe with a sun, moon, billions of animals and humans, mountains, valleys and all else.
Let your imagination wander to your reaction: how would you respond to this alien who speaks of a world filled with light, happiness and love, claiming that yours is but the dread and darkness of the underground? Crazy! How could he say there is a world outside? You are the only existing species and all of life is encompassed in this hole.
Laughable scenario? Certainly. Yet, in many ways, we are just like the man in the pit, clinging to the notion that what we see is life. We insist that the reality we see is all there is, that there is no purpose to the universe and no depth to life. It is easy to take the world at face value.
And then a holy man, a saint with piercing eyes and face full of purity not of this world, enters your happy-go-lucky life and challenges your perception:
“Dear friend,” he cries, “See the light! There is a world full of light, truth and eternal peace. It is in your hands to climb out of this pit and live this life! All you need to do is believe me and climb out of this pit. I even have a rope!”
Throughout the generations, we have had those holy men who called, “Let my people go!”
Such was Moshe, three thousand years ago in Egypt. After two hundred years of slavery, the Jews had resigned themselves to oppression and lives of pain and hardship. Then Moshe came and told them of the Land of Israel that flows with milk and honey.
And such is the Lubavitcher Rebbe. Fifty six years ago, when accepting the mantle of leadership of the Chabad movement, he declared that, after two thousand years in exile and millions of sacrifices, we have reached the end: The time of Moshiach is here. He inspires us with the sacred mission of ushering in the culmination of all the work of thousands of years and millions of men.
He promised that he will lead us out; all we have to do is want to climb out of the pit.
Just stand up and cry the oldest motto of freedom: LET MY PEOPLE GO!
Friday, January 26, 2007
Thursday, January 18, 2007
Would Moses win an election?
They tell a joke about a fellow who came off the boat from Europe, looking for a job. He found out that they needed a Gabai (sexton) in the Shul. When he got there, he was informed that he would need to know how to read and write in order to fulfill his duties. Unfortunately, as he was illiterate, he was not accepted.
Swallowing his disappointment and pride, he went into the rag business. He started out with a little pushcart on the Lower East Side, and, little by little, he built up his business. Within a few years, with much Siyata DeShamaya (Heavenly Assistance) and wise investments, he became a millionaire.
He opened up a bank account, but still he couldn't read or write. He would sign his name with an "X".
Once, one of the tellers who knew this wealthy man was shocked to see him signing an "X". The teller exclaimed, "If this is how successful you are without knowing how to read and write, imagine where you would be if you did know!"
The wealthy man responded, "If I knew how to read and write, then I would be the Gabai in a Shul."
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So would Moses win an election? Definitely not! I'm not talking about being elected for the presidency or some other top notch job; that is a given. But even winning election to the board of a downtrodden Shtibel with walls peeling and leaks dripping, reverberating with sounds of a comedic mix of English and Yiddish known as the Yinglish language – this too would be impossible.
Why am I so convinced? Well, Moses had it all wrong. First and foremost, he was very honest – a horrible trait to have in politics. Second of all, he was an ex-convict who sat in prison for ten years. Third, he was married to an immigrant. Fourth, he was 80 years old when he entered the political arena. And if all that weren't enough, he was unknown to his people, having grown up in the palace and never really suffered with his brethren.
Oh, and to top it all off, Moses was a horrible speaker. At age three, his lips had been burnt and his speech was forever impaired. He stuttered terribly. Imagine a leader with no lengthy orations full of promises and visions of a better world (I promise to solve the crisis in Iraq and the Middle East…) and verbal attacks against his opponent.
I'm sure you'll agree that, in modern times, Moses would be the ultimate schlimazel and remain unemployed for lack of ability to hold a proper position.
Yet this man is until today considered the greatest leader of all times! It was Moses who led two million people out of their slavery and sustained them for forty years in the desert.
It was Moses the stutterer – he and only he – to whom spoke G-d to face to face. Never before and never thereafter, has a human communicated so openly with his Creator. It was only through his convincing speech after the Sin of the Golden Calf that G-d was persuaded to rescind His decree to annihilate the Jewish people.
So here we have Moses, the greatest prophet of all time. And we have Moses, the worst orator of all time - an oxymoron?
Perhaps it is time we reconsidered our understanding of leadership and the qualities it demands. What defines a true leader?
The answer I'll leave to you. It's something we should think about.
Swallowing his disappointment and pride, he went into the rag business. He started out with a little pushcart on the Lower East Side, and, little by little, he built up his business. Within a few years, with much Siyata DeShamaya (Heavenly Assistance) and wise investments, he became a millionaire.
He opened up a bank account, but still he couldn't read or write. He would sign his name with an "X".
Once, one of the tellers who knew this wealthy man was shocked to see him signing an "X". The teller exclaimed, "If this is how successful you are without knowing how to read and write, imagine where you would be if you did know!"
The wealthy man responded, "If I knew how to read and write, then I would be the Gabai in a Shul."
***
So would Moses win an election? Definitely not! I'm not talking about being elected for the presidency or some other top notch job; that is a given. But even winning election to the board of a downtrodden Shtibel with walls peeling and leaks dripping, reverberating with sounds of a comedic mix of English and Yiddish known as the Yinglish language – this too would be impossible.
Why am I so convinced? Well, Moses had it all wrong. First and foremost, he was very honest – a horrible trait to have in politics. Second of all, he was an ex-convict who sat in prison for ten years. Third, he was married to an immigrant. Fourth, he was 80 years old when he entered the political arena. And if all that weren't enough, he was unknown to his people, having grown up in the palace and never really suffered with his brethren.
Oh, and to top it all off, Moses was a horrible speaker. At age three, his lips had been burnt and his speech was forever impaired. He stuttered terribly. Imagine a leader with no lengthy orations full of promises and visions of a better world (I promise to solve the crisis in Iraq and the Middle East…) and verbal attacks against his opponent.
I'm sure you'll agree that, in modern times, Moses would be the ultimate schlimazel and remain unemployed for lack of ability to hold a proper position.
Yet this man is until today considered the greatest leader of all times! It was Moses who led two million people out of their slavery and sustained them for forty years in the desert.
It was Moses the stutterer – he and only he – to whom spoke G-d to face to face. Never before and never thereafter, has a human communicated so openly with his Creator. It was only through his convincing speech after the Sin of the Golden Calf that G-d was persuaded to rescind His decree to annihilate the Jewish people.
So here we have Moses, the greatest prophet of all time. And we have Moses, the worst orator of all time - an oxymoron?
Perhaps it is time we reconsidered our understanding of leadership and the qualities it demands. What defines a true leader?
The answer I'll leave to you. It's something we should think about.
Friday, January 12, 2007
Surprised?
Josh was hurrying out of a business meeting. Absorbed in the recently-concluded discussion, he did not realize that the sidewalk was covered in fresh snow. Before he knew it, he lost control of his balance and slipped.Just before landing on the pavement, he was spotted by a kind passerby who ran out of nowhere, grabbed him, and helped him regain his balance.
“Thank you so much!” Josh thanked his savior. “My pleasure,” said the man, and he waved his hand goodbye.
As the man’s hand was raised, Josh noticed an interesting pin attached to his jacket’s inside pocket which read: The house of the children of Satan.
“Excuse me sir,” Josh turned to the stranger. “May I ask you a question?”
“Sure!”
“Are you a member of the children of Satan?”
“Yes I am!”
“BBBBBut you are so nice….!”
“Oh, I’m not religious….”
* * *
The future of Judaism was and is of major concern to many. A new study recently published suggests that 48% of Jews marry out of the faith. And the numbers are just growing, they say.
Shocking it isn’t. Only 17% of Jews in New York, the most Jewish state, study in Jewish schools. One can hardly blame those of us who decide to be the last in the long golden chain, cutting their children from their heritage. After all, they know no better.
“Let us be Jews in our homes and gentiles out on the street,” said the new immigrants to the “Goldene Medina” (golden land) as they arrived at Ellis Island.
At home they continued speaking Yiddish, watched Molly Picon, and tried to give their children a taste of Judaism through Fiddler on the Roof. Unfortunately, many of their sons and daughters followed in the footsteps of Tevye the Milkman’s children. Assimilation became the norm, and a spiritual Holocaust has been going on ever since.
In over fifty years, we have barely grown by ten percent; sad, very sad.
During these upcoming weeks, we will read in the Torah about the slavery in Egypt and the Exodus. In just over two hundred years, the Jewish nation grew from a family of seventy to a nation of two million! That’s a feat!
Our sages taught that the Jews foresaw what would happen when their children would grow in number, and start befriending the cultured Egyptians. They were realistic enough to know that it was inevitable, so they asked his children to promise them that they would hold on to four principles which would assure their survival as a nation:
1. Not to modernize their names
2. Not to change their dress code
3. Not to change their language
4. Not to intermarry
Realizing that the survival of a people depends on its culture, they instituted pride and dignity into the people. For when Yaakov is modernized to Jason; when the Kippa is changed to a baseball cap; when Yiddish is a language for those with side locks to their bellies – then we don’t have much chance of making it through more then a few generations.
And that philosophy has been proven over and over again throughout the generations. History speaks for itself, vividly portraying that had our grandparents renounced their unique identity, there would be no Jewish nation today. Look at the leaders of all the modern movements that branched out of authentic Judaism. Where are their descendants today?
The Jewish nation is alive because of the old timers and young ones going to synagogue three times a day to pray, not despite them.
History is our witness. You are the proof.
Tuesday, January 2, 2007
Destiny
Mr. Cohen gives $1 every week to a particular beggar in his town. One week he sees the beggar and gives him only 25 cents. The beggar is indignant and complains, "Why did you give me only 25 cents?" Mr. Cohen replies: "My business was bad last week." The beggar responds: "So you had a bad week and I have to suffer?"
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It's in the human psyche that only after we have "made it" somewhere in life do we begin to feel that we exist, that we are important. Only after we can stare at a plaque or a trophy, can we somewhat stop pinching ourselves with the question, "Do I really exist?"
Teenagers are encouraged to leave their past behind them and start life anew: "You can still make it in life" is the slogan of choice amongst coaches of the youth.
Of course, there is strong validity to that approach, for those who have suffered, their pride shattered, must take their minds off their past and look toward the future.
Yet at the same time, life will never truly begin anew, for people always carry with them all that has happened in their lives. They may disregard their past, but it doesn't disappear. And for those that are fortunate, their baggage can even become a springboard for the growth they will experience.
A wise man once said that all that transpires during one's youth was predestined by G-d to prepare for his destiny as a provider later on in life.
And yet, in reality, this is a hard concept for many to accept. Perhaps in hindsight, we gain the wisdom to learn from our past struggles, but as we actually experience those difficulties, it becomes easier to blame our teachers, parents, or anyone else for our pain, confusion, stress and frustration.
If we were to truly believe that all pain and struggles are stepping stones to better our character, that the tests of our youth were specifically designed by G-d to shape us into the unique individuals we are, how stress-free and relaxing our lives would be!
This message is transmitted through the division of portions in the Torah. The first volume, Genesis, concludes in middle of the story of the Jewish people's descent to Egypt, at the point where they have just settled in the land.
The entire story of the birth of the Jewish nation, their slavery, hardships, faith, and ultimate freedom – all this is recounted in the second volume. Thus, the Book of Exodus, which celebrates the greatness of the Jewish people, begins with exile, the time of their servitude, degradation and pain.
The Torah is teaching us that greatness does not begin only once it has been attained; rather, it emerges when the journey towards it begins. Prestige is earned, not grabbed. And the birth of a leader is not the day of his inauguration, but the moment of his fiercest struggle.
Everyone has his or her destiny, a unique mission in this world. All that occurs to man is part of the Master Plan, the prologue to the story of his achievement, which turns him into the real Man of the Year.
He.
Me.
You.
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It's in the human psyche that only after we have "made it" somewhere in life do we begin to feel that we exist, that we are important. Only after we can stare at a plaque or a trophy, can we somewhat stop pinching ourselves with the question, "Do I really exist?"
Teenagers are encouraged to leave their past behind them and start life anew: "You can still make it in life" is the slogan of choice amongst coaches of the youth.
Of course, there is strong validity to that approach, for those who have suffered, their pride shattered, must take their minds off their past and look toward the future.
Yet at the same time, life will never truly begin anew, for people always carry with them all that has happened in their lives. They may disregard their past, but it doesn't disappear. And for those that are fortunate, their baggage can even become a springboard for the growth they will experience.
A wise man once said that all that transpires during one's youth was predestined by G-d to prepare for his destiny as a provider later on in life.
And yet, in reality, this is a hard concept for many to accept. Perhaps in hindsight, we gain the wisdom to learn from our past struggles, but as we actually experience those difficulties, it becomes easier to blame our teachers, parents, or anyone else for our pain, confusion, stress and frustration.
If we were to truly believe that all pain and struggles are stepping stones to better our character, that the tests of our youth were specifically designed by G-d to shape us into the unique individuals we are, how stress-free and relaxing our lives would be!
This message is transmitted through the division of portions in the Torah. The first volume, Genesis, concludes in middle of the story of the Jewish people's descent to Egypt, at the point where they have just settled in the land.
The entire story of the birth of the Jewish nation, their slavery, hardships, faith, and ultimate freedom – all this is recounted in the second volume. Thus, the Book of Exodus, which celebrates the greatness of the Jewish people, begins with exile, the time of their servitude, degradation and pain.
The Torah is teaching us that greatness does not begin only once it has been attained; rather, it emerges when the journey towards it begins. Prestige is earned, not grabbed. And the birth of a leader is not the day of his inauguration, but the moment of his fiercest struggle.
Everyone has his or her destiny, a unique mission in this world. All that occurs to man is part of the Master Plan, the prologue to the story of his achievement, which turns him into the real Man of the Year.
He.
Me.
You.
Pay them back!
Iranian president Mahmud Ahmadinejad calls President Bush and tells him, "George, I had a wonderful dream last night. I could see America, the whole beautiful country, and on each house I saw a banner."
"What did it say on the banners?" Bush asks. Mahmud replies, "UNITED STATES OF IRAN."
Bush says, "You know, Mahmud, I am really happy you called, because believe it or not, last night I had a similar dream. I could see all of Tehran, and it was more beautiful than ever, and on each house flew an enormous banner."
"What did it say on the banners?" Mahmud asks.
Bush replies, "I don't know. I can't read Hebrew."
***
Hate. 'I hate him,' 'he hates me,' and 'I hate them all.' These are such strong words that are mouthed too many times daily. So many of us, justifiably or not, hate and feel hated.
Why do we hate? Often, it is because our expectations were disappointed; we expected more trust, honesty, love, fairness, etc. from our fellow humans, and we were let down. Backstabbed by those from whom we anticipated more, we feel hated, and, almost automatically, we hate them back.
Such is the nature of hate; hate comes from love. For when love is expected but isn't delivered, hate takes over our hearts and emotions.
Now let's imagine a scenario in which you were backstabbed by your immediate family, hated by your own brothers who tormented your soul all day and night. All of them! Wouldn't you hate them in return?
Imagine if their hate led them to strip you of your clothing and throw you into a pit full of snakes and scorpions, praying for your death. All of them! Wouldn't you hate them in return?
Imagine that after some contemplation your brothers decided that 'instead' of killing you they would just sell you as a slave to a group of nomads in the desert. Within hours you find yourself transformed from the son of a loving, giant of a father, to a slave whose future is dark, scary, unknown. Wouldn't you hate them? All of them?! How could they?
Imagine that after but a few days at your master's home, you are falsely accused of immorality, thrown into prison and your "dirty laundry" is all Egypt is talking about. All because of them!
By now it's not even a question; you would hate your brothers with all of your broken heart. Hate is perhaps too kind a word.
While sitting alone for twelve years in prison, your hate turns into a volcano waiting to erupt. Oh, when will come the day of revenge? And in your minds eye, you see yourself paying them back for having ruined your life. Oh, how sweet will be the revenge.
The day has come, and, in a miraculous twist of fate, you find yourself as the vice president of the world's superpower in a time of global famine. You, and only you, have the key to storage houses full of food, enough to sustain all of mankind, your brothers included.
Yes! Your brothers actually needed to come to you. Their fate is in your hands, and their future is dependent solely on you! All you have wished for has materialized – YOU are boss. Oh, how sweet the revenge.
Let's go! Revenge! Show them! Come on! Make them pay for it! You cry, you shout. Act naturally; do what anyone would else do.
Anyone? Almost, but some are different.
Reading through the final chapters of Genesis, we read of Joseph, son of our forefather Jacob, who went through the above saga of pain, plus much more. Yet, when push came to shove, Joseph 'paid them back' with care, love and sustenance, giving his brothers of the best that Egypt possessed.
How did Joseph overcome this powerful test? He realized that all that occurs descends from G-d, and that all trials and tests which seem so bad and painful come from the divine loving kindness.
My friends, so is the way of the righteous – to repay hate with love, pain with pleasure, hunger with plenty, and carelessness with compassion.
And G-d smiles on his thrown up high: Oh, how sweet the revenge, how sweet.
"What did it say on the banners?" Bush asks. Mahmud replies, "UNITED STATES OF IRAN."
Bush says, "You know, Mahmud, I am really happy you called, because believe it or not, last night I had a similar dream. I could see all of Tehran, and it was more beautiful than ever, and on each house flew an enormous banner."
"What did it say on the banners?" Mahmud asks.
Bush replies, "I don't know. I can't read Hebrew."
***
Hate. 'I hate him,' 'he hates me,' and 'I hate them all.' These are such strong words that are mouthed too many times daily. So many of us, justifiably or not, hate and feel hated.
Why do we hate? Often, it is because our expectations were disappointed; we expected more trust, honesty, love, fairness, etc. from our fellow humans, and we were let down. Backstabbed by those from whom we anticipated more, we feel hated, and, almost automatically, we hate them back.
Such is the nature of hate; hate comes from love. For when love is expected but isn't delivered, hate takes over our hearts and emotions.
Now let's imagine a scenario in which you were backstabbed by your immediate family, hated by your own brothers who tormented your soul all day and night. All of them! Wouldn't you hate them in return?
Imagine if their hate led them to strip you of your clothing and throw you into a pit full of snakes and scorpions, praying for your death. All of them! Wouldn't you hate them in return?
Imagine that after some contemplation your brothers decided that 'instead' of killing you they would just sell you as a slave to a group of nomads in the desert. Within hours you find yourself transformed from the son of a loving, giant of a father, to a slave whose future is dark, scary, unknown. Wouldn't you hate them? All of them?! How could they?
Imagine that after but a few days at your master's home, you are falsely accused of immorality, thrown into prison and your "dirty laundry" is all Egypt is talking about. All because of them!
By now it's not even a question; you would hate your brothers with all of your broken heart. Hate is perhaps too kind a word.
While sitting alone for twelve years in prison, your hate turns into a volcano waiting to erupt. Oh, when will come the day of revenge? And in your minds eye, you see yourself paying them back for having ruined your life. Oh, how sweet will be the revenge.
The day has come, and, in a miraculous twist of fate, you find yourself as the vice president of the world's superpower in a time of global famine. You, and only you, have the key to storage houses full of food, enough to sustain all of mankind, your brothers included.
Yes! Your brothers actually needed to come to you. Their fate is in your hands, and their future is dependent solely on you! All you have wished for has materialized – YOU are boss. Oh, how sweet the revenge.
Let's go! Revenge! Show them! Come on! Make them pay for it! You cry, you shout. Act naturally; do what anyone would else do.
Anyone? Almost, but some are different.
Reading through the final chapters of Genesis, we read of Joseph, son of our forefather Jacob, who went through the above saga of pain, plus much more. Yet, when push came to shove, Joseph 'paid them back' with care, love and sustenance, giving his brothers of the best that Egypt possessed.
How did Joseph overcome this powerful test? He realized that all that occurs descends from G-d, and that all trials and tests which seem so bad and painful come from the divine loving kindness.
My friends, so is the way of the righteous – to repay hate with love, pain with pleasure, hunger with plenty, and carelessness with compassion.
And G-d smiles on his thrown up high: Oh, how sweet the revenge, how sweet.
Hello!
Hello
With all the anti-Semitism going on, here is a great joke.
Sometime in the 1970s a shipment of meat arrives in a town in the Soviet Union. The townspeople line up at the town store to wait to be given their rations.
After about an hour, a man comes out of the store and announces, "Comrades, I'm sorry to tell you, but there isn't enough meat for everyone, so the Jews have to leave." The Jews in the line leave grumbling.
About an hour later, the man comes out of the store and announces, "Comrades, I'm sorry to tell you this, but there isn't enough meat for everyone, so anyone who is not a member of the Communist party will have to leave." More grumbling as the non-Party members depart.
Another hour goes by and the man comes out of the store again and announces, "Comrades, I'm sorry to tell you this, but there isn't enough meat for everyone in the line, so anyone who wasn't a member of the Party before 1956 has to leave." More grumbling as all the younger Party members leave.
A few old people remain in the line.Another hour goes by. It's now getting dark and it's cold. The same man comes out of the store and announces, "Comrades, I'm sorry to tell you this, but there isn't any meat. Go home."
One old lady in the line turns to her neighbor and says, "See? It's like I told you. The Jews always get the best treatment!"
***
“How are you? Why do you look so sad?”
What a simple question – so typical, asked millions of times daily, often as mere lip-service. Yet when one man, four thousand years ago, posed just that question to two prisoners, he saved the whole world from starvation.
Joseph was the eleventh son of Jacob, a Hebrew loner in a pagan land. His mother passed away while he was still a small child, and he was raised by his father who loved him very much. His brothers, who saw the great affection their father had for Joseph, were jealous, and they decided to rid themselves of this nuisance. To make matters worse, Joseph felt compelled to relate to his brothers the dreams he had had about him ruling over them, and thus, their hatred grew stronger.
And so it came to pass that one time, when Joseph went to check on his brothers who were gazing their sheep, they seized the opportunity and plotted to kill him. At the last minute, one of the brothers intervened, and he was instead sold as a slave to Midianite businessmen who were traveling to Egypt. The seventeen-year-old child was taken down to Egypt where he served as a slave in the house of one of the ministers of the Egyptian empire. Then, falsely accused by his mistress, he was thrown into prison, his future uncertain. Joseph was all alone, abandoned, forlorn.
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When one analyzes Joseph’s situation, one does not need a PhD in psychology to assess that Joseph would be depressed at best, and, at worst, suicidal.With such a life, so many problems, how could one smile? All life offered him was problems and more problems, issues and more issues, slap after slap. For such a person to inquire about another’s life and take notice of the sadness of his fellow totally negates all logic.
But Joseph teaches us something powerful. He didn’t allow himself to fall in depression, knowing that whatever G-d does is for the good. He retained his cheery attitude and demeanor, and, moreover, when he saw he saw Pharaoh’s two ministers looking down, he approached them to ask, “Why do you look so sad?”
They told him of their dreams, and Joseph interpreted the dreams to their satisfaction.
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Years later, when Pharaoh had strange dreams and no one was able to interpret them, the minister remembered Joseph. Joseph was brought before the king, and he interpreted the dreams as signifying the seven years of plenty and seven years of hunger that would change live in Egypt and throughout the world. Impressed by Joseph’s wisdom, Pharaoh appointed him to be his second in command and placed him in charge of saving the country from starvation. As Egypt was the only country that, due to Joseph’s wise policies, stored produce during the years of plenty, the whole world was saved through him when the famine struck.
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Just think: with one ‘Hello,’ you can save the entire world – literally!
Now, how do you feel?
Candle, candle what do you say?
The first Jewish President of the United States has been inaugurated, and the first Jewish holiday that follows is Chanukah. So he calls up his mother to invite her to the White House for Chanukah.
Their conversation goes something like this:
Prez: Mom, with Chanukah being the first holiday after my inauguration, I want you to celebrate it with us at the White House.
Mom: Oh, I don't know. I'll have to get to the airport and...
Prez: Mom! I'm the President of the United States! I'll send for a limo to take you right to the airport!
Mom: OK, but when I get to the airport, I'll have to wait on the line to check my baggage. Oh, it will be so difficult for me.
Prez: Mom, don't worry about standing on lines or any of that. I'm the most powerful person in the world. I'm the President. I'll send Air Force One for you!
Mom: Well, OK. But when I get to Washington, I'll have to find a cab and...
Prez: Mom, please! I'll have a helicopter waiting for you. It will bring you right to the White House lawn!!!
Mom: Well, yeah. But where will I stay? Can I get a hotel room...
Prez: Mom, we have this whole big White House! There will be plenty of room! Please do join us, won’t you?
Mom: Ok, I'll be there.
Two seconds later, she calls her friend:
Mom: Hello, Sadie! Guess what? I'm spending Chanukah at my son's house!
Sadie: Oh, the doctor?
Mom: No, the other one.
***
It’s that time of year again.
In the privacy of their homes and in the center and malls of their towns, Jews the world over will gather around the menorah, the “Chanukia”, to celebrate: play Draidel, eat fried Latkes and jelly doughnuts, and give out Chanukah presents galore. And of course let’s not forget the “Gelt”.
However, there is one essential part of the Chanukah experience which unfortunately is neglected – to watch and listen to the dancing flames of the Menorah as they tell their story. The fifth Rebbe of Chabad taught that one must listen to story the Chanukah lights tell us.
So here is the plan: Give yourself a few minutes alone with the lights, and watch and listen as they dance, sing and act their story, the story of Chanukah, in their own style.
To listen to the flame and take in its message, is a touching experience, for it tells the story of lives; past, present and future.
Let me relate to you the drama I watched one flame dance out for me last year:
Once upon a time, many years ago, in the land of Israel there lived a nation called the Jews. These people were monotheists only believing in one infinite creator, and following his commandments diligently, with all their heart and soul. They built a great temple in the city of Jerusalem where they brought sacrifices to their G-d.
The country of Israel at that time was ruled by the Syrian Greeks, and its ruler was Antiochus Epiphanes, a mighty and evil ruler who decided to “modernize” the people of Israel.
With his gods of stone and earth, and thousands of armed soldiers he set out to destroy the Jewish religion.
Many Jews were attracted to this ‘sophisticated’ life, and betrayed their religion; they took on the name “Hellenists”.
Even the holy temple was desecrated, a pig sacrificed on the altar.
Alas, to his dismay, this was only a partial success, as there remained a small but powerful force of “Fanatics”, who clung with all their heart and soul to their heritage, and didn’t change their garb inside or out. These people called themselves the Macabbees.
The Macabbees waged many wars against the Greeks, and with G-d’s help finally regained the city of Jerusalem.
It was time to rededicate the holy temple by lighting the seven-branched Menorah. To their dismay, they could only find enough kosher oil for one day, and to get new oil would take eight days.
With little choice and much faith, they lit the Menorah.
And the menorah burnt for eight days!
*
What a story! I looked at the flame, who continued dancing silently yet with so much excitement. Did he still have more to say?
He did. “So why did the rabbis declare this holiday of Chanukah?” he asked.
Me: I guess it’s because we won the war!
Flame: Haven’t we won greater victories in our history?
Me: Well then perhaps it is to celebrate the miracle of the lights.
Flame: That too, but haven’t you missed the most important thing of all? After all, we Jews have witnessed greater miracles, yet they remain uncelebrated?
Me: Ok, I give up, why not tell me yourself?
Flame: The sages declared a holiday, because this was the first time in history that people revolted not out of poverty, tyranny or dictatorship, but out of religious freedom, a revolt for a noble G-dly cause.
Even if we had not won this war, this act would warrant a holiday. The moment a person stands up for his convictions he has performed a miracle, he has surpassed his nature.
So spoke the little flame, and my soul was touched. As my flame was ignited, I walked out, inspired to spread the message that miracles can happen…
By you and me!
Their conversation goes something like this:
Prez: Mom, with Chanukah being the first holiday after my inauguration, I want you to celebrate it with us at the White House.
Mom: Oh, I don't know. I'll have to get to the airport and...
Prez: Mom! I'm the President of the United States! I'll send for a limo to take you right to the airport!
Mom: OK, but when I get to the airport, I'll have to wait on the line to check my baggage. Oh, it will be so difficult for me.
Prez: Mom, don't worry about standing on lines or any of that. I'm the most powerful person in the world. I'm the President. I'll send Air Force One for you!
Mom: Well, OK. But when I get to Washington, I'll have to find a cab and...
Prez: Mom, please! I'll have a helicopter waiting for you. It will bring you right to the White House lawn!!!
Mom: Well, yeah. But where will I stay? Can I get a hotel room...
Prez: Mom, we have this whole big White House! There will be plenty of room! Please do join us, won’t you?
Mom: Ok, I'll be there.
Two seconds later, she calls her friend:
Mom: Hello, Sadie! Guess what? I'm spending Chanukah at my son's house!
Sadie: Oh, the doctor?
Mom: No, the other one.
***
It’s that time of year again.
In the privacy of their homes and in the center and malls of their towns, Jews the world over will gather around the menorah, the “Chanukia”, to celebrate: play Draidel, eat fried Latkes and jelly doughnuts, and give out Chanukah presents galore. And of course let’s not forget the “Gelt”.
However, there is one essential part of the Chanukah experience which unfortunately is neglected – to watch and listen to the dancing flames of the Menorah as they tell their story. The fifth Rebbe of Chabad taught that one must listen to story the Chanukah lights tell us.
So here is the plan: Give yourself a few minutes alone with the lights, and watch and listen as they dance, sing and act their story, the story of Chanukah, in their own style.
To listen to the flame and take in its message, is a touching experience, for it tells the story of lives; past, present and future.
Let me relate to you the drama I watched one flame dance out for me last year:
Once upon a time, many years ago, in the land of Israel there lived a nation called the Jews. These people were monotheists only believing in one infinite creator, and following his commandments diligently, with all their heart and soul. They built a great temple in the city of Jerusalem where they brought sacrifices to their G-d.
The country of Israel at that time was ruled by the Syrian Greeks, and its ruler was Antiochus Epiphanes, a mighty and evil ruler who decided to “modernize” the people of Israel.
With his gods of stone and earth, and thousands of armed soldiers he set out to destroy the Jewish religion.
Many Jews were attracted to this ‘sophisticated’ life, and betrayed their religion; they took on the name “Hellenists”.
Even the holy temple was desecrated, a pig sacrificed on the altar.
Alas, to his dismay, this was only a partial success, as there remained a small but powerful force of “Fanatics”, who clung with all their heart and soul to their heritage, and didn’t change their garb inside or out. These people called themselves the Macabbees.
The Macabbees waged many wars against the Greeks, and with G-d’s help finally regained the city of Jerusalem.
It was time to rededicate the holy temple by lighting the seven-branched Menorah. To their dismay, they could only find enough kosher oil for one day, and to get new oil would take eight days.
With little choice and much faith, they lit the Menorah.
And the menorah burnt for eight days!
*
What a story! I looked at the flame, who continued dancing silently yet with so much excitement. Did he still have more to say?
He did. “So why did the rabbis declare this holiday of Chanukah?” he asked.
Me: I guess it’s because we won the war!
Flame: Haven’t we won greater victories in our history?
Me: Well then perhaps it is to celebrate the miracle of the lights.
Flame: That too, but haven’t you missed the most important thing of all? After all, we Jews have witnessed greater miracles, yet they remain uncelebrated?
Me: Ok, I give up, why not tell me yourself?
Flame: The sages declared a holiday, because this was the first time in history that people revolted not out of poverty, tyranny or dictatorship, but out of religious freedom, a revolt for a noble G-dly cause.
Even if we had not won this war, this act would warrant a holiday. The moment a person stands up for his convictions he has performed a miracle, he has surpassed his nature.
So spoke the little flame, and my soul was touched. As my flame was ignited, I walked out, inspired to spread the message that miracles can happen…
By you and me!
Let's Farbreng
This Sunday evening, Yud-Tes Kislev on the Jewish calendar, Jews the world over will gather and celebrate a special holiday which, in the words of the fifth leader of the Chabad movement, Rabbi Shalom Ber of Lubavitch, is the “Rosh Hashanah” of Chassidism.
The Rebbe requested that every Jew participate in a Yud-Tes Kislev “Farbrengen,” as these gatherings are referred in Chassidic terminology.
Around tables laden with food and L’chaim, thousands of people who have been inspired and touched by Chassidic philosophy and practice will come together in song and rejoicing to celebrate this momentous occasion.
At the banquet, they will retell the story of this day, explain the deeper meaning of the tale, and encourage each other to bring the message of the holiday into their daily lives.
*
As for those that, for some reason/excuse, will not participate in one of these Chassidic round-the-table parties, Farbrengens on paper will have to suffice… And so, dear friend, please fill a shot-glass with some vodka, put out some kosher cake as a chaser, print out this paper, and shut your cellphone/laptop/treo/iPod or any other communication device you were convinced to buy for some huge rebate offer… and Farbreng.
*
First things first – here is the story:
It was in the year 1798 that the founder of Chabad Chassidism, Rabbi Schneur Zalman of Liadi (1745-1812) was freed from his imprisonment in Czarist Russia. More than a personal liberation, this was a watershed event in the history of Chassidism, heralding a new era in the revelation of the "inner soul" of Torah.
In the fall of 1798, Rabbi Schneur Zalman was arrested on charges that his teachings and activities threatened the imperial authority of the Czar, and was imprisoned in an island fortress on the Neva River in Petersburg. During his interrogations, he was compelled to present to the Czar's ministers the basic tenets of Judaism and explain various points of Chassidic philosophy and practice. After 52 days, he was exonerated of all charges and released.
Rabbi Schneur Zalman saw these events as a reflection of what was transpiring Above. He regarded his arrest as but the earthly echo of a Heavenly indictment against his revelation of the most intimate secrets of the Torah. And he saw his release as signifying his vindication in the Heavenly court. Following his liberation on Kislev 19, he redoubled his efforts, disseminating his teachings on a far broader scale, and with more detailed and "down to earth" explanations, than before.
That’s the story in short.
There are a many profound details in the story. A dominant one is the message that pain and discomfort are only stepstools to growth. Thrown in jail? Down in the dumps? Life has been goin’ down? Use it to be a better, more passionate and more humble person from now on. L’chaim!
*
One of the stories told about his days in prison is the “Where are you?” story. It’s a short anecdote with a huge lesson:
Among the Rebbe's interrogators was a government minister who possessed broad knowledge of the Bible and Jewish studies. On one occasion, he asked the Rebbe to explain the verse (Genesis 3:9 :) "And G-d called out to the man and said to him, 'Where are you?'” Did G-d not know where Adam was?
Rabbi Schneur Zalman presented the explanation offered by several of the commentaries, that the question "Where are you?" was merely a "conversation opener" on the part of G-d, who did not wish to unnerve Adam by immediately confronting him with his wrongdoing.
"What Rashi says, I know," said the minister. "I wish to hear how the Rebbe understands the verse."
"Do you believe that the Torah is eternal?" asked the Rebbe. "Do you believe that its every word applies to every individual, under all conditions, at all times?"
"Yes," replied the minister.
Rabbi Schneur Zalman was extremely gratified to hear this. The Czar's minister had affirmed a principle which serves as a basis for the teachings of Rabbi Israel Baal Shem Tov, the very teachings and ideology for which he was standing trial!
“The question ‘Where are you?’” explained the Rebbe, "is G-d's perpetual call to every man. Where are you in the world? What have you accomplished? You have been allotted a certain number of days, hours, and minutes in which to fulfill your mission in life. You have lived so many years and so many days (Rabbi Schneur Zalman spelled out the exact age of the minister.) Where are you? What have you achieved?"
*
L’chaim! Has it been so long since the last time we asked ourselves “Where are we?” Was it when the credit card bill arrived, or when we were relieved of our job post? Perhaps it was when our navigator died?
Dear friend, G-d is calling to us daily. In the happiness we are blessed with, and sometimes in the pain, G-d sends His message, His eternal question: “Where are you?”
Let us say one final L’chaim, praying that we finally “find ourselves” in the city of Jerusalem, with the coming of the righteous Moshiach, now, now, NOW!
The Rebbe requested that every Jew participate in a Yud-Tes Kislev “Farbrengen,” as these gatherings are referred in Chassidic terminology.
Around tables laden with food and L’chaim, thousands of people who have been inspired and touched by Chassidic philosophy and practice will come together in song and rejoicing to celebrate this momentous occasion.
At the banquet, they will retell the story of this day, explain the deeper meaning of the tale, and encourage each other to bring the message of the holiday into their daily lives.
*
As for those that, for some reason/excuse, will not participate in one of these Chassidic round-the-table parties, Farbrengens on paper will have to suffice… And so, dear friend, please fill a shot-glass with some vodka, put out some kosher cake as a chaser, print out this paper, and shut your cellphone/laptop/treo/iPod or any other communication device you were convinced to buy for some huge rebate offer… and Farbreng.
*
First things first – here is the story:
It was in the year 1798 that the founder of Chabad Chassidism, Rabbi Schneur Zalman of Liadi (1745-1812) was freed from his imprisonment in Czarist Russia. More than a personal liberation, this was a watershed event in the history of Chassidism, heralding a new era in the revelation of the "inner soul" of Torah.
In the fall of 1798, Rabbi Schneur Zalman was arrested on charges that his teachings and activities threatened the imperial authority of the Czar, and was imprisoned in an island fortress on the Neva River in Petersburg. During his interrogations, he was compelled to present to the Czar's ministers the basic tenets of Judaism and explain various points of Chassidic philosophy and practice. After 52 days, he was exonerated of all charges and released.
Rabbi Schneur Zalman saw these events as a reflection of what was transpiring Above. He regarded his arrest as but the earthly echo of a Heavenly indictment against his revelation of the most intimate secrets of the Torah. And he saw his release as signifying his vindication in the Heavenly court. Following his liberation on Kislev 19, he redoubled his efforts, disseminating his teachings on a far broader scale, and with more detailed and "down to earth" explanations, than before.
That’s the story in short.
There are a many profound details in the story. A dominant one is the message that pain and discomfort are only stepstools to growth. Thrown in jail? Down in the dumps? Life has been goin’ down? Use it to be a better, more passionate and more humble person from now on. L’chaim!
*
One of the stories told about his days in prison is the “Where are you?” story. It’s a short anecdote with a huge lesson:
Among the Rebbe's interrogators was a government minister who possessed broad knowledge of the Bible and Jewish studies. On one occasion, he asked the Rebbe to explain the verse (Genesis 3:9 :) "And G-d called out to the man and said to him, 'Where are you?'” Did G-d not know where Adam was?
Rabbi Schneur Zalman presented the explanation offered by several of the commentaries, that the question "Where are you?" was merely a "conversation opener" on the part of G-d, who did not wish to unnerve Adam by immediately confronting him with his wrongdoing.
"What Rashi says, I know," said the minister. "I wish to hear how the Rebbe understands the verse."
"Do you believe that the Torah is eternal?" asked the Rebbe. "Do you believe that its every word applies to every individual, under all conditions, at all times?"
"Yes," replied the minister.
Rabbi Schneur Zalman was extremely gratified to hear this. The Czar's minister had affirmed a principle which serves as a basis for the teachings of Rabbi Israel Baal Shem Tov, the very teachings and ideology for which he was standing trial!
“The question ‘Where are you?’” explained the Rebbe, "is G-d's perpetual call to every man. Where are you in the world? What have you accomplished? You have been allotted a certain number of days, hours, and minutes in which to fulfill your mission in life. You have lived so many years and so many days (Rabbi Schneur Zalman spelled out the exact age of the minister.) Where are you? What have you achieved?"
*
L’chaim! Has it been so long since the last time we asked ourselves “Where are we?” Was it when the credit card bill arrived, or when we were relieved of our job post? Perhaps it was when our navigator died?
Dear friend, G-d is calling to us daily. In the happiness we are blessed with, and sometimes in the pain, G-d sends His message, His eternal question: “Where are you?”
Let us say one final L’chaim, praying that we finally “find ourselves” in the city of Jerusalem, with the coming of the righteous Moshiach, now, now, NOW!
Aleph-Bet before Alphabet
Joey was a nice Jewish boy born to an atheist Jewish family. The father was adamant about not giving his son a Jewish education, but, to his utter dismay, the only decent kindergarten in the neighborhood was Jewish. So, reluctantly, he enrolled Joey there.
The first afternoon, Joey came home from school and the proud father asked him to repeat what he had learnt that morning. Joey proudly announced that he had been taught that there is a G-d in this world!
Slap! The father flew into a rage. "What kind of nonsense are they throwing into your head? There is no such a thing as Creator and G-d..."
When, throughout the week, Joey comes home announcing how G-d had made the stars and the ocean, the father decided to call the quits on this Jewish thing, and transferred his son to the local public school.
After a couple of days in the new school, Joey approached his father. "Daddy, please don't get angry," he began meekly. "I just need to ask you one question." The father nodded.
"Papa, in the first school they taught me that there is one G-d who created everything. In the second school, I hear about the about the many sources from which we evolved. I'm totally confused!"
The father responded impatiently, "Listen, Joey, I'll tell you once and once only: there is one G-d and we don't believe in Him!"
***
In today's world of confused priorities, the following tale might not draw the admiration it deserves; on the contrary, it might cause just the opposite reaction. However, for the healthy mind it remains admirable.
Here is the story:
In this week's Torah section, we meet Jacob, the third and last of our forefathers. We follow him as he leaves his home in southern Israel and travels to his mother's hometown, Charan, in modern-day Iraq. In transit, he is robbed of all his possessions by his own nephew.
After a fourteen-year stopover in the great Yeshiva Academy of his time, under the leadership of Adam's son Shem, he made his way to Charan. There, his uncle Lavan, a shrewd and sly character, scammed and cheated him at every opportunity.
He married the two daughters of his uncle Lavan, and remained at his father-in-law's place for twenty-two years (an admirable feat even in the most normal of circumstances.) There, he raised the twelve tribes and their twins, over two dozen children, in the ways and legacy of his grandfather Abraham and father Isaac.
Think about it: Here is one man, alone in a hostile environment, cheated and hated by his own father-in-law, working all day and night to support his family, away from his parents for over thirty-five years.
To top it all off, he had that little memory stick in his brain forever reminding him that if his twin brother Esau were to lay his hands on him, he would murder him in cold blood for stealing his blessing.
He could have easily succumbed to the circumstances, built a home with an unhealthy and unstable environment, and reared confused children who would grow up with a deep hatred toward the "archaic," "burdensome" values of their ancestors.
Yet that was not the case; each and every child remained loyal to his heritage, honoring Jacob and assuring the continuity of the Jewish nation.
How admirable for a man to remain strong in his convictions in the face of opposition and hostility! What a blessing it is to raise children who follow in the footsteps of their ancestors and remain loyal to their beliefs!
From where did he draw the strength and confidence? It was from the fourteen years during which he had immersed himself in Torah study and prayer and disconnected from the world and its temptations.
The secret of continuity is education; the secret of education is living as a shining example of the values we teach. And the secret of practicing what we preach is the dedication of a time of our lives to being in the environment we wish to pass on.
In simple words: the key to Jewish continuity and the solution for the growing problem of assimilation, is for our children to learn in a Jewish school, to be taught from their youth about our illustrious heritage and the responsibly they carry for the present and future.
Let's give our children the happiness they deserve with a G-d to trust and love, ancestors to emulate and admire, and activities which make them feel connected to both of the above.
Give them a Jewish education!
The first afternoon, Joey came home from school and the proud father asked him to repeat what he had learnt that morning. Joey proudly announced that he had been taught that there is a G-d in this world!
Slap! The father flew into a rage. "What kind of nonsense are they throwing into your head? There is no such a thing as Creator and G-d..."
When, throughout the week, Joey comes home announcing how G-d had made the stars and the ocean, the father decided to call the quits on this Jewish thing, and transferred his son to the local public school.
After a couple of days in the new school, Joey approached his father. "Daddy, please don't get angry," he began meekly. "I just need to ask you one question." The father nodded.
"Papa, in the first school they taught me that there is one G-d who created everything. In the second school, I hear about the about the many sources from which we evolved. I'm totally confused!"
The father responded impatiently, "Listen, Joey, I'll tell you once and once only: there is one G-d and we don't believe in Him!"
***
In today's world of confused priorities, the following tale might not draw the admiration it deserves; on the contrary, it might cause just the opposite reaction. However, for the healthy mind it remains admirable.
Here is the story:
In this week's Torah section, we meet Jacob, the third and last of our forefathers. We follow him as he leaves his home in southern Israel and travels to his mother's hometown, Charan, in modern-day Iraq. In transit, he is robbed of all his possessions by his own nephew.
After a fourteen-year stopover in the great Yeshiva Academy of his time, under the leadership of Adam's son Shem, he made his way to Charan. There, his uncle Lavan, a shrewd and sly character, scammed and cheated him at every opportunity.
He married the two daughters of his uncle Lavan, and remained at his father-in-law's place for twenty-two years (an admirable feat even in the most normal of circumstances.) There, he raised the twelve tribes and their twins, over two dozen children, in the ways and legacy of his grandfather Abraham and father Isaac.
Think about it: Here is one man, alone in a hostile environment, cheated and hated by his own father-in-law, working all day and night to support his family, away from his parents for over thirty-five years.
To top it all off, he had that little memory stick in his brain forever reminding him that if his twin brother Esau were to lay his hands on him, he would murder him in cold blood for stealing his blessing.
He could have easily succumbed to the circumstances, built a home with an unhealthy and unstable environment, and reared confused children who would grow up with a deep hatred toward the "archaic," "burdensome" values of their ancestors.
Yet that was not the case; each and every child remained loyal to his heritage, honoring Jacob and assuring the continuity of the Jewish nation.
How admirable for a man to remain strong in his convictions in the face of opposition and hostility! What a blessing it is to raise children who follow in the footsteps of their ancestors and remain loyal to their beliefs!
From where did he draw the strength and confidence? It was from the fourteen years during which he had immersed himself in Torah study and prayer and disconnected from the world and its temptations.
The secret of continuity is education; the secret of education is living as a shining example of the values we teach. And the secret of practicing what we preach is the dedication of a time of our lives to being in the environment we wish to pass on.
In simple words: the key to Jewish continuity and the solution for the growing problem of assimilation, is for our children to learn in a Jewish school, to be taught from their youth about our illustrious heritage and the responsibly they carry for the present and future.
Let's give our children the happiness they deserve with a G-d to trust and love, ancestors to emulate and admire, and activities which make them feel connected to both of the above.
Give them a Jewish education!
"Bad Boy"
A Jewish grandmother is babysitting her grandson at the beach. He has his pail and shovel and is digging in the sand on the ocean's edge like any child would. All of a sudden a gigantic wave barrels in from the ocean, scoops up the child, his pail and shovels and sweeps them out to sea.
The horrified grandmother shrieks in horror and starts pleading with God: "Please, please my grandson, save him! You're a merciful God, and he is only a child." Finally a gigantic wave comes in from the ocean and deposits the little boy with his pail and shovel exactly where he was before. The grandmother looks him over with great relief and then she yells at God: "Where is his hat? He was wearing a hat!!"
***
Twenty years had past since their marriage, and they were still childless. Isaac (57) and Rebecca (23) had prayed and begged to be blessed with children, and, after much tears and sorrow, G-d heard their prayers, and Rebecca finally conceived.
One day, as the proud mother-to-be was taking a walk, the strangest thing happened: as she walked past the local synagogue, she felt the baby kick and twist as if he were begging to be released.
She resumed her walk and soon passed by a house of idol worship. Once again, the baby started dancing and kicking.
Totally confused, she paid a visit to the local sage, requesting an explanation for the strange phenomenon (was her baby schizophrenic?).
"Don't worry," she was told. Growing within you are not one, but two children – two nations with different interests and personalities. They will forever struggle, yet, in the end, the firstborn will serve his younger brother."
*
The above is the story of the birth of Esau the big brother and Jacob the younger one. If we study it in Talmudic fashion, it seems a strange tale indeed, for how can it be said that while still tied with the biblical cord to its mother, a fetus could already be inclined to evil? And, on the other hand, if already at conception one's future is determined, how can one be liable and punished for his misdoings and sins? It's not his fault!
*
In nature and personality, human beings can generally be divided into two categories. One is the spiritual inclined, serious and academic personality – the rosy-cheeked, precocious child. The second, more common one is the down-to-earth "enjoy life" type, one who is naturally inclined towards animalistic enjoyment and pleasure.
Each one is unique and necessary, yet, if one thinks about it, there is something special about the "struggling" guy:
Had G-d desired only "perfect" people, He should have created a world of angels, a universe of goodie-goodies. But He didn't, for G-d desires struggle. He loves the constant battle of good and evil, the struggle with good days and bad ones, the smile and the tears, the constant climbing (and falling) that characterizes one who tries to live a productive life.
I'm sure you've experienced situations in which a loved one was debating a decision, and you decided to mix out, letting him or her work it out alone. You were testing his conviction and self-motivation, challenging his courage and maturity, and looking to see if he would stand up for that which was right.
How proud you were when your loved one proved worthy of your trust! And probably, even if he or she disappointed your expectations, you nevertheless did not regret the independence you gave that individual. "Maybe next time," you thought.
So that is the story of Jacob and Esau, the tale of the studious fellow and the trouble maker. How unfortunate that Esau did not utilize his nature to struggle with evil and overcome it; instead, he decided to give in to his animalistic side. What a shame, for had Esau taken the bull by the horns, he would have reached higher than his brother Jacob.
For, as we know, struggle makes man!
The horrified grandmother shrieks in horror and starts pleading with God: "Please, please my grandson, save him! You're a merciful God, and he is only a child." Finally a gigantic wave comes in from the ocean and deposits the little boy with his pail and shovel exactly where he was before. The grandmother looks him over with great relief and then she yells at God: "Where is his hat? He was wearing a hat!!"
***
Twenty years had past since their marriage, and they were still childless. Isaac (57) and Rebecca (23) had prayed and begged to be blessed with children, and, after much tears and sorrow, G-d heard their prayers, and Rebecca finally conceived.
One day, as the proud mother-to-be was taking a walk, the strangest thing happened: as she walked past the local synagogue, she felt the baby kick and twist as if he were begging to be released.
She resumed her walk and soon passed by a house of idol worship. Once again, the baby started dancing and kicking.
Totally confused, she paid a visit to the local sage, requesting an explanation for the strange phenomenon (was her baby schizophrenic?).
"Don't worry," she was told. Growing within you are not one, but two children – two nations with different interests and personalities. They will forever struggle, yet, in the end, the firstborn will serve his younger brother."
*
The above is the story of the birth of Esau the big brother and Jacob the younger one. If we study it in Talmudic fashion, it seems a strange tale indeed, for how can it be said that while still tied with the biblical cord to its mother, a fetus could already be inclined to evil? And, on the other hand, if already at conception one's future is determined, how can one be liable and punished for his misdoings and sins? It's not his fault!
*
In nature and personality, human beings can generally be divided into two categories. One is the spiritual inclined, serious and academic personality – the rosy-cheeked, precocious child. The second, more common one is the down-to-earth "enjoy life" type, one who is naturally inclined towards animalistic enjoyment and pleasure.
Each one is unique and necessary, yet, if one thinks about it, there is something special about the "struggling" guy:
Had G-d desired only "perfect" people, He should have created a world of angels, a universe of goodie-goodies. But He didn't, for G-d desires struggle. He loves the constant battle of good and evil, the struggle with good days and bad ones, the smile and the tears, the constant climbing (and falling) that characterizes one who tries to live a productive life.
I'm sure you've experienced situations in which a loved one was debating a decision, and you decided to mix out, letting him or her work it out alone. You were testing his conviction and self-motivation, challenging his courage and maturity, and looking to see if he would stand up for that which was right.
How proud you were when your loved one proved worthy of your trust! And probably, even if he or she disappointed your expectations, you nevertheless did not regret the independence you gave that individual. "Maybe next time," you thought.
So that is the story of Jacob and Esau, the tale of the studious fellow and the trouble maker. How unfortunate that Esau did not utilize his nature to struggle with evil and overcome it; instead, he decided to give in to his animalistic side. What a shame, for had Esau taken the bull by the horns, he would have reached higher than his brother Jacob.
For, as we know, struggle makes man!
Get A Life!
The mothers are gathered and showing their nachas. One boasts of her son, the head of a medical department; the other has a son, a judge, and a daughter, psychiatrist. One of the women is quiet through it all. Finally, they turn to her and ask: "Well, what does your son do?" "He's a Rabbi!" "A Rabbi? What kind of a profession is that for a nice Jewish boy?"
***
What is considered living a productive life?
Is it being a member of the major leagues and hitting a grand slam that wins the World Series? After all, being revered by millions of diehard fans would, according to many people show ultimate achievement.
Would productivity mean winning the presidency and keeping your popularity over 50% for two terms? That's certainly success.
Today, many people write autobiographies about "My life" or "My vision." It seems that the whole world is interested in reading about the challenges every high school dropout experienced until he or she finally "made it" – to Hollywood, that is.
Well, it may be time to reconsider our definition. Let's take a look at G-d's view of the term "productive," which we find it in the Torah portion of this week.
*
"Ladies and Gentlemen, please open your Bibles to the fifth section, titled "The life of Sarah." The portion begins with the death of Sarah, the first matriarch who dies from the shock of hearing her son was to be sacrificed. Abraham comes to eulogize…"
Joey raises his hand: "Rabbi, why is the section titled the Life of Sarah, if right at the start we learn of her passing?"
*
In essence, before we probe the meaning of a productive life, we must delve deeper and question: What is life? Does life have meaning and purpose? Why were we born? Once one appreciates life, he can admire and, more important, live a productive life.
One thing is a fact. The Big Bang is not a theory; it's an excuse, an avenue of escape from obligation and commitment. Random mutation from monkeys implies that we have no past to live up to, no future for which to stand up. When we acknowledge our Creator and His infinity, we are forced to believe in a deeper reality. We are on a mission that was started 5767 years ago, one that will culminate in the Messianic age.
*
Rabbi: "Good point, Joey! Yet the explanation lies in your question. For it is only after one leaves this world that his productivity can be measured: What has he left in this world? What positive change has he implemented and inspired?
"Sarah left Isaac – she built a nation. When we see her children following in her footsteps, we can rightfully proclaim: Here is a woman who lives! This is a person who believed in her convictions and passed them on to the next generation. How productive a life! That is the true life of Sarah."
*
Are you working on changing the world for the good? Are you leaving a positive imprint on humanity? Do your convictions and beliefs bring light to others? If the answer is yes, then you are living a truly productive life. And G-d will enjoy reading your book, the story of your life.
***
What is considered living a productive life?
Is it being a member of the major leagues and hitting a grand slam that wins the World Series? After all, being revered by millions of diehard fans would, according to many people show ultimate achievement.
Would productivity mean winning the presidency and keeping your popularity over 50% for two terms? That's certainly success.
Today, many people write autobiographies about "My life" or "My vision." It seems that the whole world is interested in reading about the challenges every high school dropout experienced until he or she finally "made it" – to Hollywood, that is.
Well, it may be time to reconsider our definition. Let's take a look at G-d's view of the term "productive," which we find it in the Torah portion of this week.
*
"Ladies and Gentlemen, please open your Bibles to the fifth section, titled "The life of Sarah." The portion begins with the death of Sarah, the first matriarch who dies from the shock of hearing her son was to be sacrificed. Abraham comes to eulogize…"
Joey raises his hand: "Rabbi, why is the section titled the Life of Sarah, if right at the start we learn of her passing?"
*
In essence, before we probe the meaning of a productive life, we must delve deeper and question: What is life? Does life have meaning and purpose? Why were we born? Once one appreciates life, he can admire and, more important, live a productive life.
One thing is a fact. The Big Bang is not a theory; it's an excuse, an avenue of escape from obligation and commitment. Random mutation from monkeys implies that we have no past to live up to, no future for which to stand up. When we acknowledge our Creator and His infinity, we are forced to believe in a deeper reality. We are on a mission that was started 5767 years ago, one that will culminate in the Messianic age.
*
Rabbi: "Good point, Joey! Yet the explanation lies in your question. For it is only after one leaves this world that his productivity can be measured: What has he left in this world? What positive change has he implemented and inspired?
"Sarah left Isaac – she built a nation. When we see her children following in her footsteps, we can rightfully proclaim: Here is a woman who lives! This is a person who believed in her convictions and passed them on to the next generation. How productive a life! That is the true life of Sarah."
*
Are you working on changing the world for the good? Are you leaving a positive imprint on humanity? Do your convictions and beliefs bring light to others? If the answer is yes, then you are living a truly productive life. And G-d will enjoy reading your book, the story of your life.
Abraham's Legacy
The Sunday school teacher asks, "Now, Melvin, tell me honestly, do you say prayers before eating?"
"No sir," little Melvin replies, "I don't have to. My mom is a good cook."
***
There he walked, hunched over, tired and haggard. Of middle age, he was covered in desert sand, traveling with a camel and few provisions in the baking desert somewhere in the Fertile Crescent almost four thousand years ago.
"What a catch!" thought Abraham as he sat in his tent, watching the dot in the distance that was slowly approaching his residence. There had been high temperatures for the past while and the heat of the sun had scared all living creatures away from the desert. Finally, an opportunity has arisen to share – here was a chance to demonstrate kindness.
Abraham quickly rose from his seat and rushed over to the stranger. With much happiness, he took his hand for a warm handshake and welcomed him to "town."
With no time to waste, he brought the man a bucket of water to wash his feet, then ushered him in to his abode, where tables covered with food awaited the hungry traveler.
After feasting on meat and baked goods and gulping down gallons of good wine, the guest arose to leave. Grateful, he approached his benefactor and thanked him heartily for the unexpected, extraordinary hospitality.
To his shock, the host responded, "Don't thank me; I'm only a messenger. I want you to thank the Lord of the universe, Creator of heaven and earth; it is He to whom all gratitude is due."
For this the guest was unprepared; he was accustomed to referring to the dust at his feet as his G-d, and it was to it that he prayed. "No! I will not thank this invisible creator of yours!" he shouted.
Yet Abraham was ready for this reaction. "If that's the case, then we have business to discuss. How much does good meat cost in the city? How about old wine and baked goods? Let's say a hundred bucks. Now multiply it, considering the fact that this catered meal was prepared and served in the forsaken desert! So that would make your bill about five hundred – and that's without the tip."
Realizing what a big, hot pot he had fallen into, (who ever thought they would charge the price of the Waldorf Astoria in the middle of no-man's land?), the man rose to thank G-d for the food he creates, for the world He sustains, and for the kind people He places in this universe.
* * *
There he was, a tall, dignified-looking man, of middle age and with a "can't hide" Jewish nose, strolling down the Avenue of the Americas somewhere in midtown Manhattan.
What a catch! Expecting a successful mission, I proudly straightened my back, raised my chin, and approached the "client" with an aura of confidence. I then plunged with The Question for the hundredth time that afternoon: "Excuse me, sir, are you Jewish?"
"Yes!"
"Would you like to put on Tefillin?"
"No, that's okay. I haven't put them on in over forty years, and I don't believe in Tefillin anyway!"
An experienced nudge, I didn't give in: "Well, can you please do it just as a favor for me? I've been out for hours without much success, and it's rather disheartening. Please make my day feel worthwhile."
To this, he could not refuse. The stranger-turned-friend put on the Tefillin, recited the Shema, and whispered a personal prayer.
And another Jew was reconnected.
"No sir," little Melvin replies, "I don't have to. My mom is a good cook."
***
There he walked, hunched over, tired and haggard. Of middle age, he was covered in desert sand, traveling with a camel and few provisions in the baking desert somewhere in the Fertile Crescent almost four thousand years ago.
"What a catch!" thought Abraham as he sat in his tent, watching the dot in the distance that was slowly approaching his residence. There had been high temperatures for the past while and the heat of the sun had scared all living creatures away from the desert. Finally, an opportunity has arisen to share – here was a chance to demonstrate kindness.
Abraham quickly rose from his seat and rushed over to the stranger. With much happiness, he took his hand for a warm handshake and welcomed him to "town."
With no time to waste, he brought the man a bucket of water to wash his feet, then ushered him in to his abode, where tables covered with food awaited the hungry traveler.
After feasting on meat and baked goods and gulping down gallons of good wine, the guest arose to leave. Grateful, he approached his benefactor and thanked him heartily for the unexpected, extraordinary hospitality.
To his shock, the host responded, "Don't thank me; I'm only a messenger. I want you to thank the Lord of the universe, Creator of heaven and earth; it is He to whom all gratitude is due."
For this the guest was unprepared; he was accustomed to referring to the dust at his feet as his G-d, and it was to it that he prayed. "No! I will not thank this invisible creator of yours!" he shouted.
Yet Abraham was ready for this reaction. "If that's the case, then we have business to discuss. How much does good meat cost in the city? How about old wine and baked goods? Let's say a hundred bucks. Now multiply it, considering the fact that this catered meal was prepared and served in the forsaken desert! So that would make your bill about five hundred – and that's without the tip."
Realizing what a big, hot pot he had fallen into, (who ever thought they would charge the price of the Waldorf Astoria in the middle of no-man's land?), the man rose to thank G-d for the food he creates, for the world He sustains, and for the kind people He places in this universe.
* * *
There he was, a tall, dignified-looking man, of middle age and with a "can't hide" Jewish nose, strolling down the Avenue of the Americas somewhere in midtown Manhattan.
What a catch! Expecting a successful mission, I proudly straightened my back, raised my chin, and approached the "client" with an aura of confidence. I then plunged with The Question for the hundredth time that afternoon: "Excuse me, sir, are you Jewish?"
"Yes!"
"Would you like to put on Tefillin?"
"No, that's okay. I haven't put them on in over forty years, and I don't believe in Tefillin anyway!"
An experienced nudge, I didn't give in: "Well, can you please do it just as a favor for me? I've been out for hours without much success, and it's rather disheartening. Please make my day feel worthwhile."
To this, he could not refuse. The stranger-turned-friend put on the Tefillin, recited the Shema, and whispered a personal prayer.
And another Jew was reconnected.
Thou Shall Be Proud
Three Jews were condemned to death by firing squad. They stood against the wall, holding hands and shivering with fear, as they closed their eyes in trepidation, waiting for the end. The countdown began: 10. 9. 8. 7. 6. 5. 4…
Realizing that their time had come, one Jew opened his mouth and cried out, "Shema Yisroel Hashem Elokeinu Hashem Echod!"
His companions opened their eyes in shock and quickly admonished him: "Silence, you fool! You'll get us all into trouble!"
***
Religious pride has always been a rarity. Pride existed since the dawn of history, but was used only for self-centered purposes such as wealth and conquest. It was pride that killed Abel. It was pride on which the idea to build the Tower of Babel was formed. And it was pride that caused nations to rise and fall. It was all about man, his lusts and his ego. But pride in beliefs and religion – who ever heard of that?
Such was the way of the world for the first two millennia.
Then, finally, Abraham came onto the scene. Born to typical, upper-class, idol-worshiping parents, already as a youngster he broke the rules. All alone, he began questioning the origins of the universe, the secret of creation, and man's purpose in life. Blind faith in rock and stone did not appeal to him as the ideal way to live.
. After much searching, he found G-d. In the sun, moon and mountains, and in the depth of the human psyche, in the happiness of the sunny days, and in the tears of the rainy nights, he found the divine touch. He discovered The Truth.
And once he found that truth, his life and destiny was changed for eternity. The revolution burnt in his bones, and his mission kept his soul aflame. One more touched by the message, one more connected to the divine – that was all he lived for, all that counted.
It wasn't easy; he was betrayed by his father and thrown into a fiery pit, shunned by society and labeled an outcast, yet his conviction did not falter. Against the whole world stood one lonely creature fighting not for personal pride but for a noble cause, not for conquest of land but for conquest of hearts and minds. And he won.
In truth one may call Abraham the first man to walk out of the box; the first human to break from the norm and be "open-minded"; the father of all philosophers
Almost four millennia later, the children of Abraham are still on it, fighting the forces of evil with forces of good and dispelling darkness with the brilliant light of our faith and our Torah.
While the Jewish nation as a whole is experiencing a renaissance, with many of us reconnecting to our roots, there are still those left untouched by the message, their souls resting on low flames. Their religious pride is in the dust, stored in the old album up in the attic.
To them and to all of us, let the story of our grandfather be a shining example of the virtue of pride, the obligation to question and probe for answers. And, most importantly, let it remind us of our responsibility to share with the world. We must stand up for the right stuff (not only the preservation of endangered species) and fight the war on evil.
If we change our opinion of ourselves, the world's opinion will respond in like manner. Be proud and be admired; be apologetic and shameful and you'll be disgraced. It's just the way of the world.
Moshiach Now! Shabbat Shalom!
(Rabbi) Levi Avtzon
A project of Beit Chabad F. Bronzetti 18, Milan Italy
Realizing that their time had come, one Jew opened his mouth and cried out, "Shema Yisroel Hashem Elokeinu Hashem Echod!"
His companions opened their eyes in shock and quickly admonished him: "Silence, you fool! You'll get us all into trouble!"
***
Religious pride has always been a rarity. Pride existed since the dawn of history, but was used only for self-centered purposes such as wealth and conquest. It was pride that killed Abel. It was pride on which the idea to build the Tower of Babel was formed. And it was pride that caused nations to rise and fall. It was all about man, his lusts and his ego. But pride in beliefs and religion – who ever heard of that?
Such was the way of the world for the first two millennia.
Then, finally, Abraham came onto the scene. Born to typical, upper-class, idol-worshiping parents, already as a youngster he broke the rules. All alone, he began questioning the origins of the universe, the secret of creation, and man's purpose in life. Blind faith in rock and stone did not appeal to him as the ideal way to live.
. After much searching, he found G-d. In the sun, moon and mountains, and in the depth of the human psyche, in the happiness of the sunny days, and in the tears of the rainy nights, he found the divine touch. He discovered The Truth.
And once he found that truth, his life and destiny was changed for eternity. The revolution burnt in his bones, and his mission kept his soul aflame. One more touched by the message, one more connected to the divine – that was all he lived for, all that counted.
It wasn't easy; he was betrayed by his father and thrown into a fiery pit, shunned by society and labeled an outcast, yet his conviction did not falter. Against the whole world stood one lonely creature fighting not for personal pride but for a noble cause, not for conquest of land but for conquest of hearts and minds. And he won.
In truth one may call Abraham the first man to walk out of the box; the first human to break from the norm and be "open-minded"; the father of all philosophers
Almost four millennia later, the children of Abraham are still on it, fighting the forces of evil with forces of good and dispelling darkness with the brilliant light of our faith and our Torah.
While the Jewish nation as a whole is experiencing a renaissance, with many of us reconnecting to our roots, there are still those left untouched by the message, their souls resting on low flames. Their religious pride is in the dust, stored in the old album up in the attic.
To them and to all of us, let the story of our grandfather be a shining example of the virtue of pride, the obligation to question and probe for answers. And, most importantly, let it remind us of our responsibility to share with the world. We must stand up for the right stuff (not only the preservation of endangered species) and fight the war on evil.
If we change our opinion of ourselves, the world's opinion will respond in like manner. Be proud and be admired; be apologetic and shameful and you'll be disgraced. It's just the way of the world.
Moshiach Now! Shabbat Shalom!
(Rabbi) Levi Avtzon
A project of Beit Chabad F. Bronzetti 18, Milan Italy
The Lion's Bite
Moshe was out of a job when an interesting advertisement caught his eye: "The lion in the local zoo has died. Until we receive a new member, we are looking for someone to dress up as a lion so that the zoo's popularity will not decline."
Lacking an alternative, Moshe signed up for the job. After perusing his resume and checking his references, the board accepted him.
It was his first day at the job, and Moshe was on all fours, making roaring sounds and eating hay. All seemed nice and cool, and, aside from the stuffiness he felt being wrapped up in a lion costume, he was fine. And then the trouble started.
Without the slightest warning, the bear from the cage on the right jumped over the gate, and slowly advanced toward the lion. "I guess he smelled that I'm not the real stuff!" thought Moshe in despair.
When the bear was but a foot away, Moshe closed his eyes and shouted with all his might, "Shma Yisroel…!"
Before he could continue, he was interrupted by the shout of the bear: "Hashem Elokeinu!"
And the tiger in the cage on the left finished off with a cry of "Hashem Echod!"
* * *
The highlight of this week's Torah portion is none other than: The Flood. This was such a monumental event in history, affecting and altering our planet forever, that even today, science is led to incorrect conclusions about the age of the earth and the origins of life because of the mutations and chemical changes which resulted.
If we examine the story of the flood in depth, we encounter the story of the lion's bite. Once, Noah, who was responsible for the welfare of all creatures in the ark, was late delivering the lion's daily meal. The lion turned aggressive and bit him in the leg. It was as if the lion wanted him to feel the pain that was prevalent outside of his waterproof, impenetrable "fortress."
So what did Noah do? Do you think he gave up his duty of preserving life on this planet due to some lion's way of expressing impatience? No; he stayed devoted to his mission. For each day thereafter, he continued serving each and every creature. And thanks to his patience, we have those beautiful lions to admire in the zoo…
It sort of resembles our status as Jews today. After six million of our finest were lost in the modern-day Flood, in addition to the thousands and millions that have been taken from us throughout the difficult years of exile, we find ourselves left as "lonesome cowboys." There are only but a precious few left to fulfill the G-dly mission of spreading goodness and kindness in a world flooded with worship of the physical and mundane.
So we may dedicate our lives to a higher purpose, be it Rabbinic or lay leadership or upholding honesty and trust in business despite societal pressures. It might be support for the territorial integrity of Israel or charitable funding for Jewish education. Each Jew in his or her own way fights for a better world by preserving the legacy of our great history.
Yet, sometimes, we get bitten by a snide comment, a stolen wallet, or by real animosity. At times, the people in whom we have invested so much return a favor with a punch, compensating for love with hate. Our children, pupils and friends, may let us down all too often.
However, we must not forsake our mission; we cannot afford to give up. We continue with our mission of love and caring, knowing that, in the end, goodness will be victorious. Our children will come back, and the investment of trust, education, and love that we have made in our students and friends will not go in vain. It's all a matter of time.
Patience! After all, we are changing the world. And big changes happen slowly, one step at a time.
Lacking an alternative, Moshe signed up for the job. After perusing his resume and checking his references, the board accepted him.
It was his first day at the job, and Moshe was on all fours, making roaring sounds and eating hay. All seemed nice and cool, and, aside from the stuffiness he felt being wrapped up in a lion costume, he was fine. And then the trouble started.
Without the slightest warning, the bear from the cage on the right jumped over the gate, and slowly advanced toward the lion. "I guess he smelled that I'm not the real stuff!" thought Moshe in despair.
When the bear was but a foot away, Moshe closed his eyes and shouted with all his might, "Shma Yisroel…!"
Before he could continue, he was interrupted by the shout of the bear: "Hashem Elokeinu!"
And the tiger in the cage on the left finished off with a cry of "Hashem Echod!"
* * *
The highlight of this week's Torah portion is none other than: The Flood. This was such a monumental event in history, affecting and altering our planet forever, that even today, science is led to incorrect conclusions about the age of the earth and the origins of life because of the mutations and chemical changes which resulted.
If we examine the story of the flood in depth, we encounter the story of the lion's bite. Once, Noah, who was responsible for the welfare of all creatures in the ark, was late delivering the lion's daily meal. The lion turned aggressive and bit him in the leg. It was as if the lion wanted him to feel the pain that was prevalent outside of his waterproof, impenetrable "fortress."
So what did Noah do? Do you think he gave up his duty of preserving life on this planet due to some lion's way of expressing impatience? No; he stayed devoted to his mission. For each day thereafter, he continued serving each and every creature. And thanks to his patience, we have those beautiful lions to admire in the zoo…
It sort of resembles our status as Jews today. After six million of our finest were lost in the modern-day Flood, in addition to the thousands and millions that have been taken from us throughout the difficult years of exile, we find ourselves left as "lonesome cowboys." There are only but a precious few left to fulfill the G-dly mission of spreading goodness and kindness in a world flooded with worship of the physical and mundane.
So we may dedicate our lives to a higher purpose, be it Rabbinic or lay leadership or upholding honesty and trust in business despite societal pressures. It might be support for the territorial integrity of Israel or charitable funding for Jewish education. Each Jew in his or her own way fights for a better world by preserving the legacy of our great history.
Yet, sometimes, we get bitten by a snide comment, a stolen wallet, or by real animosity. At times, the people in whom we have invested so much return a favor with a punch, compensating for love with hate. Our children, pupils and friends, may let us down all too often.
However, we must not forsake our mission; we cannot afford to give up. We continue with our mission of love and caring, knowing that, in the end, goodness will be victorious. Our children will come back, and the investment of trust, education, and love that we have made in our students and friends will not go in vain. It's all a matter of time.
Patience! After all, we are changing the world. And big changes happen slowly, one step at a time.
Who came first?
An architect, a doctor and a lawyer are arguing about who came first.
The architect makes his pitch: "Well, I came first; after all, when Noah built the ark, who was there to help design and construct it? Obviously, there was one of mine on the scene.
The doctor pushes the architect to the side. "What are you talking about?" he dismisses him with a haughty look. Don't you realize that already on the sixth day of creation G-d operated on Adam and made a woman out of him? That's complicated surgery! In order to create Eve, G-d must have had a surgeon on premises to help out."
The lawyer smirks and pulls the winning argument out of his hat: "Ha! In the second verse, the Torah states that before the creation there was " tohu vavohu" (void and confusion.) Now who could create tohu vavohu if not a lawyer?"
* * *
This week, we start all over again from the beginning, as if we have never heard the fascinating account of the creation of the world, feeling amazed yet again at how, already on the first day of his creation, man made the biggest mistake in world history, with repercussions for all time.
The kaleidoscope of events in our Parsha spans over a millennium, yet the most prominent event of all is, of course, the first one. So let's discuss the beginning:
What did G-d create on the first day of creation?
Light!
For whom exactly did G-d create light if there were not yet any creatures, or, for that matter, any existence which could enjoy the light? In our world, first one builds a house, and then he installs the light bulbs; not vice versa. Not only is that most practical, it's the only possible way of doing things! So why, with this first, monumental building project, did everything work backwards?
In the answer lies the secret of the world, the purpose of all existence. Before starting on a project, we outline our goals and plans. So too, before creating His world, G-d laid out his blueprint for creation.
What's the plan?
The plan is to imbue this seemingly mundane physical world, with light, life and vitality. The goal is that created beings, namely each and every one of us, will reveal holiness and spirituality in this black and dark universe, lighting up the surroundings.
And so the first thing G-d created was that blueprint – the light. We aren't talking about physical light; the sun and moon were created on the fourth day. Here the Torah refers to spiritual radiance – the holy revelation which we must constantly strive to reveal.
And that is what we have been doing all this time. Every Mitzvah performed, every time Torah is learnt, more of that light is revealed. Now, the construction work is about to end. Hold tight; the clouds are here…
The architect makes his pitch: "Well, I came first; after all, when Noah built the ark, who was there to help design and construct it? Obviously, there was one of mine on the scene.
The doctor pushes the architect to the side. "What are you talking about?" he dismisses him with a haughty look. Don't you realize that already on the sixth day of creation G-d operated on Adam and made a woman out of him? That's complicated surgery! In order to create Eve, G-d must have had a surgeon on premises to help out."
The lawyer smirks and pulls the winning argument out of his hat: "Ha! In the second verse, the Torah states that before the creation there was " tohu vavohu" (void and confusion.) Now who could create tohu vavohu if not a lawyer?"
* * *
This week, we start all over again from the beginning, as if we have never heard the fascinating account of the creation of the world, feeling amazed yet again at how, already on the first day of his creation, man made the biggest mistake in world history, with repercussions for all time.
The kaleidoscope of events in our Parsha spans over a millennium, yet the most prominent event of all is, of course, the first one. So let's discuss the beginning:
What did G-d create on the first day of creation?
Light!
For whom exactly did G-d create light if there were not yet any creatures, or, for that matter, any existence which could enjoy the light? In our world, first one builds a house, and then he installs the light bulbs; not vice versa. Not only is that most practical, it's the only possible way of doing things! So why, with this first, monumental building project, did everything work backwards?
In the answer lies the secret of the world, the purpose of all existence. Before starting on a project, we outline our goals and plans. So too, before creating His world, G-d laid out his blueprint for creation.
What's the plan?
The plan is to imbue this seemingly mundane physical world, with light, life and vitality. The goal is that created beings, namely each and every one of us, will reveal holiness and spirituality in this black and dark universe, lighting up the surroundings.
And so the first thing G-d created was that blueprint – the light. We aren't talking about physical light; the sun and moon were created on the fourth day. Here the Torah refers to spiritual radiance – the holy revelation which we must constantly strive to reveal.
And that is what we have been doing all this time. Every Mitzvah performed, every time Torah is learnt, more of that light is revealed. Now, the construction work is about to end. Hold tight; the clouds are here…
Depressed clown
Joey comes on time for his nine o'clock appointment with the psychiatrist.
"I'm depressed," says Joey, "and I need you to help me get out of it. I'm practically suicidal!"
The doctor thinks for a moment, and then an idea pops into his head: "Hey, why don't you approach the clown who stands at the corner of the street – you know – the guy who makes everyone laugh hysterically? I'm sure he could give you some tips on happiness."
The patient rises from his seat, picks up his bags and prepares to leave.
"Where are you going? You're in middle of a session!" the specialist protests.
Without breaking his stride, Joey throws a pitying look at the Yale-certified PhD and responds, "I am that clown!"
* * *
At the end of this week, the world will experience Simchat Torah. The week-long Yom Tov of Succot is called "Zman Simchateinu," Festival of Rejoicing, but the joyous climax will be reached on that 9 th day. We will rejoice, raise the Torah high, and wish each other L'chaim. The various walls separating one Jew from another will be torn down as we all hold hands together and thank G–d for his 3300-year-old present. What is joy?
* * *
Rejoice! Dance! Be happy! These are all nice slogans, easy to say and to preach, yet hard to bring to practicality.
Some will say that it's not all that difficult; all you need is some (illegal) cash which you can spend on some non-prescription drugs, wait a few moments and you are the happiest man alive.
And, continues the theory, we don't even have to descend to the underworld to find happy people; just look at Hollywood! All those actors and actresses whose names are mentioned by millions daily with awe and respect, with their images plastered all over the billboards, and money for ten lifetimes – they are definitely happy!
Last but not least, what about the politicians? They must be happy; after all, aren't they flashing beautiful smiles all day long…?
The truth is, as everyone really knows, the above individuals, and other so-called "celebrities" hardly pass for happy people. Often, their family lives are shaky, friendships are flimsy and false, and the self-confidence they exude belies jealousy of others and their need to assert themselves amongst everyone else. The fame and popularity of such "stars" is only temporary, theirs to bask in until some other "wonder child" will take their place.
Many such people might experience pleasure; some of them might even have satisfaction. Yet that is not the definition of happiness.
Happiness is not what you have, what you own or what people think about you. More money doesn't necessarily lead to a happier life; often, the opposite is true. The clown bringing a smile to everyone's face is doing a job like any other – he is acting, not reflecting.
To be happy is to acquire a proper, positive focus in life. Instead of looking at the half- empty cup, appreciate the cup that is half- full. Instead of counting the hardships and struggles, start counting the blessings and accomplishments. Rather than thinking about what you need, start meditating on what you are needed for.
Some things to think about: How lucky we are to be the children of Hashem, and to have the possibility of connecting with him through Torah and Mitzvot! How lucky we are to have a life filled with purpose and direction! And how blessed are we to be connected to the greatest Jewish leader who cares, gives, directs and nurtures each and every Jew!
* * *
So on Simchat Torah, when you'll dance and rejoice, it's not about how much you learnt, how much you know, or how prestigious of a scholar you are; the joy will not depend on your mood or how important you feel. Rather, all Jews will celebrate the focus that is our happiness in life: the infinite connection we all share with the Torah, each other, and G-d.
Happiness is but a matter of perspective, but what happiness can do for man, nothing in this world could accomplish. "Cause with Simcha we will leave this exile!"
"I'm depressed," says Joey, "and I need you to help me get out of it. I'm practically suicidal!"
The doctor thinks for a moment, and then an idea pops into his head: "Hey, why don't you approach the clown who stands at the corner of the street – you know – the guy who makes everyone laugh hysterically? I'm sure he could give you some tips on happiness."
The patient rises from his seat, picks up his bags and prepares to leave.
"Where are you going? You're in middle of a session!" the specialist protests.
Without breaking his stride, Joey throws a pitying look at the Yale-certified PhD and responds, "I am that clown!"
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At the end of this week, the world will experience Simchat Torah. The week-long Yom Tov of Succot is called "Zman Simchateinu," Festival of Rejoicing, but the joyous climax will be reached on that 9 th day. We will rejoice, raise the Torah high, and wish each other L'chaim. The various walls separating one Jew from another will be torn down as we all hold hands together and thank G–d for his 3300-year-old present. What is joy?
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Rejoice! Dance! Be happy! These are all nice slogans, easy to say and to preach, yet hard to bring to practicality.
Some will say that it's not all that difficult; all you need is some (illegal) cash which you can spend on some non-prescription drugs, wait a few moments and you are the happiest man alive.
And, continues the theory, we don't even have to descend to the underworld to find happy people; just look at Hollywood! All those actors and actresses whose names are mentioned by millions daily with awe and respect, with their images plastered all over the billboards, and money for ten lifetimes – they are definitely happy!
Last but not least, what about the politicians? They must be happy; after all, aren't they flashing beautiful smiles all day long…?
The truth is, as everyone really knows, the above individuals, and other so-called "celebrities" hardly pass for happy people. Often, their family lives are shaky, friendships are flimsy and false, and the self-confidence they exude belies jealousy of others and their need to assert themselves amongst everyone else. The fame and popularity of such "stars" is only temporary, theirs to bask in until some other "wonder child" will take their place.
Many such people might experience pleasure; some of them might even have satisfaction. Yet that is not the definition of happiness.
Happiness is not what you have, what you own or what people think about you. More money doesn't necessarily lead to a happier life; often, the opposite is true. The clown bringing a smile to everyone's face is doing a job like any other – he is acting, not reflecting.
To be happy is to acquire a proper, positive focus in life. Instead of looking at the half- empty cup, appreciate the cup that is half- full. Instead of counting the hardships and struggles, start counting the blessings and accomplishments. Rather than thinking about what you need, start meditating on what you are needed for.
Some things to think about: How lucky we are to be the children of Hashem, and to have the possibility of connecting with him through Torah and Mitzvot! How lucky we are to have a life filled with purpose and direction! And how blessed are we to be connected to the greatest Jewish leader who cares, gives, directs and nurtures each and every Jew!
* * *
So on Simchat Torah, when you'll dance and rejoice, it's not about how much you learnt, how much you know, or how prestigious of a scholar you are; the joy will not depend on your mood or how important you feel. Rather, all Jews will celebrate the focus that is our happiness in life: the infinite connection we all share with the Torah, each other, and G-d.
Happiness is but a matter of perspective, but what happiness can do for man, nothing in this world could accomplish. "Cause with Simcha we will leave this exile!"
Response from G-d
Sukkot is a time to rejoice, with that in mind here is a good joke:
A man passed away and his soul ascended to the High Court to receive his judgment. In the blink of an eye, all of his good deeds and not-good deeds were downloaded on the screen (what did you think? People invented that stuff?) It seemed as if Satan was going to have a field day with this fellow's case…
Realizing that he was practically a dead duck, the guy jumped up and requested the right to speak. G-d said, "Why not?" and so the poor man was given a chance.
"Yes, it's true that I haven't been such a righteous individual and I don't quite deserve paradise. However, I have done one very noble act which I feel should tip the scales in my favor.
"I was driving my car around the city at about midnight, when, suddenly, I heard shouts and blood-curdling screams. I looked out of the window and saw a group of gangsters – and I mean the real four-hundred-pound-body-builder-totally-drugged-with-a-look-that-could-silence-a-hungry-lion type of guys – beating the life out of a nice, innocent young man.
"I couldn't bear to witness this atrocity, so I jumped out of my car and put on my boxing gloves while running with all my might toward the scene. With a scream of "Long live the Yankees," I approached the leader of the gang – at least he seemed to be the leader, judging by his bulging muscles and his 7'5" figure – and punched him in the face, grabbed him by the collar and screamed in his ear, "Listen, sonny: from now on you're taking orders from me! First, leave this kid alone. Then, follow me to the nearest police headquarters."
G-d was quite impressed by this act of courage. So he asked him, "Tell me, son: How long ago did this act of heroism take place?"
Without blinking an eye, the guy responded, "Oh, just a few minutes ago…"
Response from G-d
Only two weeks ago, we sent a letter to G-d. Well, we have finally received His response:
Dear Child,
I bring you regards from your grandparents and all of us up here in heaven.
Thank you for your letter. It is heart-warming to see that, in spite our long separation, your love runs deep; our connection is strong.
I must tell you, your letter touched upon some important issues that need to be discussed, and there is no better time than now to put them on the table.
First of all, let me assure you that I do love you very much, and your pain hurts me deeply. When that young man was taken from the world below, I mourned. I cried. But, dear son, there is a master plan of 5767 years which is about to end soon and certain things must happen in order for the goal to be reached.
Every tear, every drop of blood, every drop of perspiration that comes from doing a mitzvah is another brick in the Holy Temple . Yes, I can do it all without your help, but it would be just like a person who prides himself with a diploma that he didn't work for – the paper is totally worthless.
The world could have been created perfect, yet I prefer imperfection. I desired a world which allows the imperfect to constantly strive toward perfection and the sinner to repent and reestablish his own connection with Me. It's just the way I like it; perhaps someday you'll understand.
The journey is almost over, and together, we are reaching our goal. The next step is yours: I wait for you to prepare yourself and your environment for the Messianic Age.
And because I love you so much, I will share with you a helpful hint: My greatest priority is that there should be love amongst My children. I want to see you focus on the similarities, not on the differences, loving one another for the simple reason that you are all siblings.
Yes, this may be very difficult. But I will remind you that right now, you have the opportunity to start out on the path of love and sharing, for in but a few days the holiday of Sukkot will commence. During these special days, you are commanded to sit in a sukkah. This is your chance – invite some guests, sing, and laugh and dance together.
And throughout the coming week, you will also be taking the "Four species," symbolizing four different types of Jews, and bind them together, shaking and uniting them.
So all I'm waiting for is for you to truly internalize that message. Grab a Jew, one that, perhaps, you generally can't find it within yourself to speak to, schlep him into your sukkah, give him food to eat, and give him a L'chaim. Pull him onto the table, put your hand on his shoulder and start dancing. And a somersault into the chicken soup would be an extra bonus…
My son, please use this chance; don't miss it again. Believe it or not, as much as you are suffering from this long and painful Galus, so am I.
With much love,
Father in Heaven
Dear friend, let's bring the message of harmony and unity into our hearts and minds and, most importantly, into our actions. This includes sitting in a sukkah and shaking the Lulav, as well as acts of love and friendship toward our fellow Jews. Let us have a truly joyous holiday with the coming of Moshiach, when all the Jews of all the generations will sit in one huge sukkah, munching on the Leviathan, chewing the great Shor Habor steak, and drinking a few shots of real L'chaim! Amen!
A man passed away and his soul ascended to the High Court to receive his judgment. In the blink of an eye, all of his good deeds and not-good deeds were downloaded on the screen (what did you think? People invented that stuff?) It seemed as if Satan was going to have a field day with this fellow's case…
Realizing that he was practically a dead duck, the guy jumped up and requested the right to speak. G-d said, "Why not?" and so the poor man was given a chance.
"Yes, it's true that I haven't been such a righteous individual and I don't quite deserve paradise. However, I have done one very noble act which I feel should tip the scales in my favor.
"I was driving my car around the city at about midnight, when, suddenly, I heard shouts and blood-curdling screams. I looked out of the window and saw a group of gangsters – and I mean the real four-hundred-pound-body-builder-totally-drugged-with-a-look-that-could-silence-a-hungry-lion type of guys – beating the life out of a nice, innocent young man.
"I couldn't bear to witness this atrocity, so I jumped out of my car and put on my boxing gloves while running with all my might toward the scene. With a scream of "Long live the Yankees," I approached the leader of the gang – at least he seemed to be the leader, judging by his bulging muscles and his 7'5" figure – and punched him in the face, grabbed him by the collar and screamed in his ear, "Listen, sonny: from now on you're taking orders from me! First, leave this kid alone. Then, follow me to the nearest police headquarters."
G-d was quite impressed by this act of courage. So he asked him, "Tell me, son: How long ago did this act of heroism take place?"
Without blinking an eye, the guy responded, "Oh, just a few minutes ago…"
Response from G-d
Only two weeks ago, we sent a letter to G-d. Well, we have finally received His response:
Dear Child,
I bring you regards from your grandparents and all of us up here in heaven.
Thank you for your letter. It is heart-warming to see that, in spite our long separation, your love runs deep; our connection is strong.
I must tell you, your letter touched upon some important issues that need to be discussed, and there is no better time than now to put them on the table.
First of all, let me assure you that I do love you very much, and your pain hurts me deeply. When that young man was taken from the world below, I mourned. I cried. But, dear son, there is a master plan of 5767 years which is about to end soon and certain things must happen in order for the goal to be reached.
Every tear, every drop of blood, every drop of perspiration that comes from doing a mitzvah is another brick in the Holy Temple . Yes, I can do it all without your help, but it would be just like a person who prides himself with a diploma that he didn't work for – the paper is totally worthless.
The world could have been created perfect, yet I prefer imperfection. I desired a world which allows the imperfect to constantly strive toward perfection and the sinner to repent and reestablish his own connection with Me. It's just the way I like it; perhaps someday you'll understand.
The journey is almost over, and together, we are reaching our goal. The next step is yours: I wait for you to prepare yourself and your environment for the Messianic Age.
And because I love you so much, I will share with you a helpful hint: My greatest priority is that there should be love amongst My children. I want to see you focus on the similarities, not on the differences, loving one another for the simple reason that you are all siblings.
Yes, this may be very difficult. But I will remind you that right now, you have the opportunity to start out on the path of love and sharing, for in but a few days the holiday of Sukkot will commence. During these special days, you are commanded to sit in a sukkah. This is your chance – invite some guests, sing, and laugh and dance together.
And throughout the coming week, you will also be taking the "Four species," symbolizing four different types of Jews, and bind them together, shaking and uniting them.
So all I'm waiting for is for you to truly internalize that message. Grab a Jew, one that, perhaps, you generally can't find it within yourself to speak to, schlep him into your sukkah, give him food to eat, and give him a L'chaim. Pull him onto the table, put your hand on his shoulder and start dancing. And a somersault into the chicken soup would be an extra bonus…
My son, please use this chance; don't miss it again. Believe it or not, as much as you are suffering from this long and painful Galus, so am I.
With much love,
Father in Heaven
Dear friend, let's bring the message of harmony and unity into our hearts and minds and, most importantly, into our actions. This includes sitting in a sukkah and shaking the Lulav, as well as acts of love and friendship toward our fellow Jews. Let us have a truly joyous holiday with the coming of Moshiach, when all the Jews of all the generations will sit in one huge sukkah, munching on the Leviathan, chewing the great Shor Habor steak, and drinking a few shots of real L'chaim! Amen!
Cow Talk
In connection with this special time of year, I heard a beautiful story that I wish to share with you.
Yom Kippur's chill is already felt in the air; it's time to recite "Kol Nidrei." The tension in the synagogue is tangible. The prayer shawls are tightly wrapped around the tear-stricken bent-over figures hugging their prayer books to their chests.
As the Rabbi enters the synagogue, all eyes turn towards the beloved sage and mentor. To the surprise of all present, the Rabbi doesn't walk to his place at the front; instead, he walks to the back bench where all the simpletons and beggars of the community sit, and he approaches Tuvia, the local milkman, for whom the term ignoramus would be too generous a description. This guy was such a blockhead that even mastering the alef bet was an impossible feat.
With a big smile, the Rabbi greets him: "Hello, and a Shana Tova to you!"
"Thank you, Rabbi!"
"So tell me, Tuvia, how are your cows dealing with the weather?"
The whole Shul is shocked. WHAT?! Has the Rabbi's mind snapped just before the holiday? Or maybe – surprise of all surprises - Tuvia is a hidden Tzadik, and this conversation belies great secrets.
Meanwhile, Tuvia has asserted that his cows were indeed not coping too well with the weather but, G-d willing, it will be OK.
"And have the cows produced satisfactory fertilizer?"
"Thank G-d! Thank you, Rabbi, for asking."
Ugh… who ever heard of the connection between fertilizer and Yom Kippur? The few kabbalists amongst the crowd assured the rest that there was no name of G-d or Kabalistic term in any way associated with the word.
"May you have much Nachas from your cows and make a good Parnasa (livelihood)." And with that the Rabbi made his way to his place and signaled the cantor to begin the Kol Nidrei.
After services, the worshipers hurried over to the Rabbi. Perhaps he would explain to the curious bystanders the meaning of that dialogue.
"No, dear friends, Tuvia is exactly who you think he is, and there were absolutely no hidden secrets passed over during that discussion. However, he too is a Jew and deserves respect and attention. Over the passed few weeks I got the feeling that he would like to speak to me, to hear my voice speaking to him as a person and individual, yet due to his lack of knowledge in any intellectual, spiritual, or even practical field; talking to normal people, let alone a Rabbi was something he felt he could not do.
"So when you heard a conversation about cows and fertilizer, in essence you were watching me as the leader of the congregation showing him that I care about him. I wanted to establish for him and for everyone else that he is important as anyone else in this synagogue. And if you are wondering about the timing, remember this: Just when we feel inspired to rise above the world and experience a spiritual awakening, that is the time when we must remember the ultimate purpose is not that which transpires in the clouds, but rather, that which transpires down here, between us and our fellow Jews."
That, my dear friends, is the story. When you will stand swinging chickens around your head, or kissing G-d at the Neilah prayer, resolving to change in the coming year, don't forget your brother sitting next to you or behind in the back – the shlepper, the tattered-clothed beggar sitting outside, the fellow who seems to talk only nonsense. Just shine a smile, a handshake, a penny to spare, a friendly tap on the back. For all you know, you will have made his year, even his life. And that, at the end of the Holy Day, is what truly counts.
And maybe you'll pick up the phone to ring a family member, friend or acquaintance you haven't spoken to in a while. It really doesn't matter what is discussed; it's the message that counts, the message that I care about you, and love you. An email is also OK…
Easy fast and a Gmar Chasima Tova to all! May you be inscribed and signed in the book of happiness and joy.
Yom Kippur's chill is already felt in the air; it's time to recite "Kol Nidrei." The tension in the synagogue is tangible. The prayer shawls are tightly wrapped around the tear-stricken bent-over figures hugging their prayer books to their chests.
As the Rabbi enters the synagogue, all eyes turn towards the beloved sage and mentor. To the surprise of all present, the Rabbi doesn't walk to his place at the front; instead, he walks to the back bench where all the simpletons and beggars of the community sit, and he approaches Tuvia, the local milkman, for whom the term ignoramus would be too generous a description. This guy was such a blockhead that even mastering the alef bet was an impossible feat.
With a big smile, the Rabbi greets him: "Hello, and a Shana Tova to you!"
"Thank you, Rabbi!"
"So tell me, Tuvia, how are your cows dealing with the weather?"
The whole Shul is shocked. WHAT?! Has the Rabbi's mind snapped just before the holiday? Or maybe – surprise of all surprises - Tuvia is a hidden Tzadik, and this conversation belies great secrets.
Meanwhile, Tuvia has asserted that his cows were indeed not coping too well with the weather but, G-d willing, it will be OK.
"And have the cows produced satisfactory fertilizer?"
"Thank G-d! Thank you, Rabbi, for asking."
Ugh… who ever heard of the connection between fertilizer and Yom Kippur? The few kabbalists amongst the crowd assured the rest that there was no name of G-d or Kabalistic term in any way associated with the word.
"May you have much Nachas from your cows and make a good Parnasa (livelihood)." And with that the Rabbi made his way to his place and signaled the cantor to begin the Kol Nidrei.
After services, the worshipers hurried over to the Rabbi. Perhaps he would explain to the curious bystanders the meaning of that dialogue.
"No, dear friends, Tuvia is exactly who you think he is, and there were absolutely no hidden secrets passed over during that discussion. However, he too is a Jew and deserves respect and attention. Over the passed few weeks I got the feeling that he would like to speak to me, to hear my voice speaking to him as a person and individual, yet due to his lack of knowledge in any intellectual, spiritual, or even practical field; talking to normal people, let alone a Rabbi was something he felt he could not do.
"So when you heard a conversation about cows and fertilizer, in essence you were watching me as the leader of the congregation showing him that I care about him. I wanted to establish for him and for everyone else that he is important as anyone else in this synagogue. And if you are wondering about the timing, remember this: Just when we feel inspired to rise above the world and experience a spiritual awakening, that is the time when we must remember the ultimate purpose is not that which transpires in the clouds, but rather, that which transpires down here, between us and our fellow Jews."
That, my dear friends, is the story. When you will stand swinging chickens around your head, or kissing G-d at the Neilah prayer, resolving to change in the coming year, don't forget your brother sitting next to you or behind in the back – the shlepper, the tattered-clothed beggar sitting outside, the fellow who seems to talk only nonsense. Just shine a smile, a handshake, a penny to spare, a friendly tap on the back. For all you know, you will have made his year, even his life. And that, at the end of the Holy Day, is what truly counts.
And maybe you'll pick up the phone to ring a family member, friend or acquaintance you haven't spoken to in a while. It really doesn't matter what is discussed; it's the message that counts, the message that I care about you, and love you. An email is also OK…
Easy fast and a Gmar Chasima Tova to all! May you be inscribed and signed in the book of happiness and joy.
A Letter to G-d
Time flies, and the year is almost behind us. It has been a year filled with many blessings – for me, these included getting to know you and all the wonderful people of Milan, as well as experiencing countless "small" miracles from day to day. We have all, thank G-d, seen many wonderful things happen this year.
And yet, we have also felt suffering, loss and destruction both in our immediate community and in the Jewish world at large. So many lives have been disrupted; the pain tugs at our souls.
And so I have composed a letter to our Father in Heaven. These are words from my heart, and I am certain that, in a way, we all share the same sentiments. So I have left some blanks to be filled out, and perhaps you will decide to send this letter too, with your signature on the bottom…
A letter to G-d
Dear Father in Heaven,
Peace and blessing upon us all.
How are You? Do You miss me already? You know, it's been quite a while since we spoke face to face. I mean, I do speak to You more than three times daily, but I feel that there is a lot that can be done to enhance our relationship. Now, at the end of a year and at the threshold of a fresh new beginning, I want to really work it out, once and for all. There are some differences I think we need to settle.
Le me first discuss my side of the coin. I spend much of my day following Your commandments, learning Torah and doing good deeds. However, to be perfectly honest, most of it is already by rote; in fact, my practice of Judaism has become so robotic, that I can stand for the Amida prayer and, instead of focusing on the sublime experience of connection with the Divine, my mind wanders. At times, I find my imagination taking me on a tour of the world, and at other times, I'll be dreaming about getting the latest iPod. I wonder: do they have this meshugas up there in heaven?
And yes, sometimes I do things that aggravate You terribly, and I do it knowingly. Often, physical, mundane pleasures tempt me more than the spiritual. I admit my failings.
But father, if I could be blunt, You have not been fair either; for one, look at the war we have just fought in our homeland! Dozens of Jews have been killed, their families and friends left to grieve. Then there are all those others who are still coping with the loss of their homes and the traumatic disruption of their lives. On top of all that, anti-Semitism has reared its ugly head all over the world – do You feel it up there too?
And, if that weren't enough, during this past year, I experienced pain close to home, in my own community. You gave me bright days, and I thank You for those, but there were also many dark nights; at sometimes I saw the sun rise with the birth of new life and relationships, and unfortunately, I also witnessed the sun go down with death and illness. Just this past Friday, a newly married Young man from my community was suddenly taken from this world. Why? Hashem, how could You?
Is it possible to understand how could a father do this to his children? I know there is a reason, yet I don't care to know it; all that counts is that it shall all end. And it's been more than enough. They say that You cry when You see our pain, so Poppa, I think the time has come to bring Your children home. Haven't we all cried too much?
And yes, I know this is a two-way street, and I will have work on my side of the relationship. So I promise, "Bli Neder," to _______________________ over the next year. And You know what I need to You to do.
So that's all, Father. It's a give and take relationship: I do my part, and You do Your part, and that means I'll be meeting You really soon face to face!
I can't wait! Until then, I wish much Nachas from Your children and pray that all Your children live in peace and joy.
p.s. Recently, a new music video was produced with a song about G-d's tears; perhaps You would like to see it. You've heard of the internet, haven't You?
http://chabad.info/php/videonewp.php?lang=he&vid=262
Missing You terribly,
Signature___________________
And yet, we have also felt suffering, loss and destruction both in our immediate community and in the Jewish world at large. So many lives have been disrupted; the pain tugs at our souls.
And so I have composed a letter to our Father in Heaven. These are words from my heart, and I am certain that, in a way, we all share the same sentiments. So I have left some blanks to be filled out, and perhaps you will decide to send this letter too, with your signature on the bottom…
A letter to G-d
Dear Father in Heaven,
Peace and blessing upon us all.
How are You? Do You miss me already? You know, it's been quite a while since we spoke face to face. I mean, I do speak to You more than three times daily, but I feel that there is a lot that can be done to enhance our relationship. Now, at the end of a year and at the threshold of a fresh new beginning, I want to really work it out, once and for all. There are some differences I think we need to settle.
Le me first discuss my side of the coin. I spend much of my day following Your commandments, learning Torah and doing good deeds. However, to be perfectly honest, most of it is already by rote; in fact, my practice of Judaism has become so robotic, that I can stand for the Amida prayer and, instead of focusing on the sublime experience of connection with the Divine, my mind wanders. At times, I find my imagination taking me on a tour of the world, and at other times, I'll be dreaming about getting the latest iPod. I wonder: do they have this meshugas up there in heaven?
And yes, sometimes I do things that aggravate You terribly, and I do it knowingly. Often, physical, mundane pleasures tempt me more than the spiritual. I admit my failings.
But father, if I could be blunt, You have not been fair either; for one, look at the war we have just fought in our homeland! Dozens of Jews have been killed, their families and friends left to grieve. Then there are all those others who are still coping with the loss of their homes and the traumatic disruption of their lives. On top of all that, anti-Semitism has reared its ugly head all over the world – do You feel it up there too?
And, if that weren't enough, during this past year, I experienced pain close to home, in my own community. You gave me bright days, and I thank You for those, but there were also many dark nights; at sometimes I saw the sun rise with the birth of new life and relationships, and unfortunately, I also witnessed the sun go down with death and illness. Just this past Friday, a newly married Young man from my community was suddenly taken from this world. Why? Hashem, how could You?
Is it possible to understand how could a father do this to his children? I know there is a reason, yet I don't care to know it; all that counts is that it shall all end. And it's been more than enough. They say that You cry when You see our pain, so Poppa, I think the time has come to bring Your children home. Haven't we all cried too much?
And yes, I know this is a two-way street, and I will have work on my side of the relationship. So I promise, "Bli Neder," to _______________________ over the next year. And You know what I need to You to do.
So that's all, Father. It's a give and take relationship: I do my part, and You do Your part, and that means I'll be meeting You really soon face to face!
I can't wait! Until then, I wish much Nachas from Your children and pray that all Your children live in peace and joy.
p.s. Recently, a new music video was produced with a song about G-d's tears; perhaps You would like to see it. You've heard of the internet, haven't You?
http://chabad.info/php/videonewp.php?lang=he&vid=262
Missing You terribly,
Signature___________________
Home of the Brave
Moshele was a new immigrant to the United States of America ; after much hardship in his native Poland , he had arrived to the country of hope. When he went into immigration office, the official asked him, "Will you support the constitution of the United States ?"
Moshele gets uncomfortable, and he answers, "Well, I will try, but I first I have to find a job to support my family…"
* * *
Most of Jewish history is filled with tales of our ancestors being oppressed by their governments and kings. Starting from Abraham being thrown into the fiery pit as punishment for destroying his father's idols, down to Egypt, Babylon and Rome , then from France to Spain and Russia to Germany , the list goes on and on and on.
Rarely have we had a government which left us alone, and even then it was for selfish purposes, i.e. the Jewish taxes and loyalty. To be confined to a ghetto and taxed heavily was a blessing for the experienced sufferers – "at least they left our bodies alone…"
In 1776, however, a new country was born, a country which established for posterity in her Declaration of Independence: " We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness."
Finally, there was a people who appreciated the right of freedom for all humans, and granted it to millions of oppressed immigrants who would join together to build the super power of the free world.
Finally, a people who had the belief, understanding and conviction to declare on their currency the words "In G-d we Trust". This seemingly simple fact symbolizes how even mundane activities, business and living are permeated with trust in the Almighty.
And five years ago, this pillar of freedom and trust was attacked and tested by the old world, by the few who refuse to acknowledge the freedom that is every creature's right. In the name of religion and G-d, they caused death and destruction to the country which grants freedom of (not from) religion.
They tested us – but we prevailed. They hurt us – but we recovered, and emerged as a healthier nation than we had been before. They challenged our faith, yet our faith is stronger then ever. They thought that our pride in freedom would diminish, yet they dragged the world into a global war on terror – war for freedom.
I'm proud of my country; it proved itself. Now I look toward my homeland, Israel , hoping that they will learn that same lesson, praying for the day when it will be governed by true and honest individuals who will fight for justice and equality.
Is that ever going to happen? Not in my lifetime, from the way things look. And so I turn to the Almighty and beg: Please, send us Moshiach and usher in a time of true freedom and peace. After almost 5767 years, the time has come!
Moshele gets uncomfortable, and he answers, "Well, I will try, but I first I have to find a job to support my family…"
* * *
Most of Jewish history is filled with tales of our ancestors being oppressed by their governments and kings. Starting from Abraham being thrown into the fiery pit as punishment for destroying his father's idols, down to Egypt, Babylon and Rome , then from France to Spain and Russia to Germany , the list goes on and on and on.
Rarely have we had a government which left us alone, and even then it was for selfish purposes, i.e. the Jewish taxes and loyalty. To be confined to a ghetto and taxed heavily was a blessing for the experienced sufferers – "at least they left our bodies alone…"
In 1776, however, a new country was born, a country which established for posterity in her Declaration of Independence: " We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness."
Finally, there was a people who appreciated the right of freedom for all humans, and granted it to millions of oppressed immigrants who would join together to build the super power of the free world.
Finally, a people who had the belief, understanding and conviction to declare on their currency the words "In G-d we Trust". This seemingly simple fact symbolizes how even mundane activities, business and living are permeated with trust in the Almighty.
And five years ago, this pillar of freedom and trust was attacked and tested by the old world, by the few who refuse to acknowledge the freedom that is every creature's right. In the name of religion and G-d, they caused death and destruction to the country which grants freedom of (not from) religion.
They tested us – but we prevailed. They hurt us – but we recovered, and emerged as a healthier nation than we had been before. They challenged our faith, yet our faith is stronger then ever. They thought that our pride in freedom would diminish, yet they dragged the world into a global war on terror – war for freedom.
I'm proud of my country; it proved itself. Now I look toward my homeland, Israel , hoping that they will learn that same lesson, praying for the day when it will be governed by true and honest individuals who will fight for justice and equality.
Is that ever going to happen? Not in my lifetime, from the way things look. And so I turn to the Almighty and beg: Please, send us Moshiach and usher in a time of true freedom and peace. After almost 5767 years, the time has come!
myspace
The graduating student arrogantly grabbed her diploma. "Call me Betsy Jones, B.A.," she cried out as she happily ran up the aisle.
"Come, my child," said on onlooker. "Let me introduce you to the rest of the alpha bet."
What a gangster! This kid is barely thirteen years of age, and already has a whole record. He has stolen a few hundred bucks from his father's wallet, bought some crazy amount of meat and wine, and consumed all of it in one sitting.
His parents are so mortified; they don't know where to bury themselves. This kid has made a laughing stack out of his parents, so his parents decide that it's time for him to go. They schlep their nogoodnik son to the Supreme Court, and the judges decide that he's guilty. So this poor kid is stoned by his parents and by the rest of the sympathetic community. "And let them all learn their lesson."
Yup, I know this story sounds awful, but it is actually a law in this week's Torah portion: it's called the law of the "Ben sorer umoreh," meaning the wayward "not listening to mommy son."
The reason given by the Torah is that it's better to kill the child when he's just starting, than to wait until he's a serial killer who causes much more damage to society.
Oh, and just for your information, this law was never actually carried out. I guess that in those days parents couldn't bear to cause the death of their own child; today you never know…
Just this week, a friend of mine noted an amazing point. There is a relatively popular website called "myspace.com", where anyone can write a blog and upload personal pictures and information in his own space on the website. This website has three million new subscribers every month…most of them youth. This is just an example of the many websites and other such forums which are sprouting all over the world like mushrooms after the rain.
Kids want to express themselves; they want to share, to make a difference. Never before have we seen such a need by people to open up and share their feelings, emotions and thoughts. It is as if we feel that we are all one and we all need to share in transforming and revolutionizing the universe, each in his or her distinct way. Unfortunately, the results of this new trend are often not very positive; at times, this obsession with exposure, freedom and expression can be downright dangerous.
Youth can go to extreme measures. If their life is not full of meaning, and they aren't given the opportunity for self expression, then we have the wayward son in his modern costume: he steals his dad's credit card, rents a Porsche, DWI (driving while intoxicated) on his way to pick up some heroin.
So it's all about using the energy of youth and aiming it in the positive direction. Just turn on the car, put in drive, and let the kid push the gas… but sit down with him and map out the route, and keep your eye on the stearing wheel.
"Come, my child," said on onlooker. "Let me introduce you to the rest of the alpha bet."
What a gangster! This kid is barely thirteen years of age, and already has a whole record. He has stolen a few hundred bucks from his father's wallet, bought some crazy amount of meat and wine, and consumed all of it in one sitting.
His parents are so mortified; they don't know where to bury themselves. This kid has made a laughing stack out of his parents, so his parents decide that it's time for him to go. They schlep their nogoodnik son to the Supreme Court, and the judges decide that he's guilty. So this poor kid is stoned by his parents and by the rest of the sympathetic community. "And let them all learn their lesson."
Yup, I know this story sounds awful, but it is actually a law in this week's Torah portion: it's called the law of the "Ben sorer umoreh," meaning the wayward "not listening to mommy son."
The reason given by the Torah is that it's better to kill the child when he's just starting, than to wait until he's a serial killer who causes much more damage to society.
Oh, and just for your information, this law was never actually carried out. I guess that in those days parents couldn't bear to cause the death of their own child; today you never know…
Just this week, a friend of mine noted an amazing point. There is a relatively popular website called "myspace.com", where anyone can write a blog and upload personal pictures and information in his own space on the website. This website has three million new subscribers every month…most of them youth. This is just an example of the many websites and other such forums which are sprouting all over the world like mushrooms after the rain.
Kids want to express themselves; they want to share, to make a difference. Never before have we seen such a need by people to open up and share their feelings, emotions and thoughts. It is as if we feel that we are all one and we all need to share in transforming and revolutionizing the universe, each in his or her distinct way. Unfortunately, the results of this new trend are often not very positive; at times, this obsession with exposure, freedom and expression can be downright dangerous.
Youth can go to extreme measures. If their life is not full of meaning, and they aren't given the opportunity for self expression, then we have the wayward son in his modern costume: he steals his dad's credit card, rents a Porsche, DWI (driving while intoxicated) on his way to pick up some heroin.
So it's all about using the energy of youth and aiming it in the positive direction. Just turn on the car, put in drive, and let the kid push the gas… but sit down with him and map out the route, and keep your eye on the stearing wheel.
I have a secret
They say when money talks, nobody is hard of hearing. Some voices, though, are infinitely more powerful.
Look, we've reached a milestone – our Bar Mitzvah email! And, Boruch Hashem, the feedback reflects the interest we all have in discussing Torah's view and Jewish interests in a simple, short and humorous manner.
But I have a confession to make. The concepts we have discussed until now, and whatever we will discuss in future emails, all revolve around one central point. It is time we discussed it fully.
As you all know, I am a Chassid of the Lubavitcher Rebbe. Even though, for the most part, I have grown up during these years of concealment, and I don't remember much, the Rebbe's influence continues to be a dominant factor in my life.
Every day, tens of thousands of people make decisions based on "What would the Rebbe say?" and "What can I do to fulfill the Rebbe call to bring Moshiach?"
That the Rebbe is a prophet has been proven over and over again; from warning of the frightening outcome of peace talks, to issuing singular assurances of Israel's victory during threats such as the Persian Gulf War, his is a voice that has always carried G-d's message. There are countless life and death situations where the Rebbe took responsibility to call the shots, instructing us what needed to be done. Because when the Rebbe talks, nobody is hard of hearing.
On this Shabbos, fifteen years ago, the Rebbe spoke about the name of our Torah portion, "Shoftim" – Judges. G-d commands the Jewish nation to appoint judges who will make sure that normal civilized – and, most importantly, Torah laws should be the law of the land.
To identify the difference between the ways judges rule and the way a adviser gives advice is simple. A judge doesn't explain; he doesn't care if you like it or not.
The adviser, however, tries to convince you and help you see the logic behind his advice; he cares about you and wants to help you. But at the same time, the adviser has a limitation – he cannot enforce his idea, for you are not bound by his word, whereas the judge has government backing for his decisions.
To put it in short: with the judge, it's all about him and the law; with the adviser it's all about you.
To compare this to the world of Torah, this would be the difference between a Torah teacher and a prophet. The Torah is spiritual and, as much as we understand and comprehend, the greater part of it remains beyond our comprehension. A prophet gets all nitty-gritty, if you will, discussing the simple mundane world and what will be. Torah study is about spirituality and lofty discussions; prophecy is about you, about improving YOUR life.
We, in our generation, are very fortunate to have a prophet, judge, Torah teacher and adviser who has helped so many and including some of the readers as well. The Rebbe imparts the timeless wisdom of Torah in a way that it relates to each and every individual, applying to his or her life.
Today, although we don't see him, many still turn to the Rebbe for blessings in their times of need, with requests, and for direction. By writing to his grave site or writing and inserting a letter into his books of correspondence called "Igrot Kodesh," tens of thousands have been blessed to learn that there is someone to turn to. There is a judge and a prophet in Israel.
He is your Rebbe as he is mine; I am sorry for having kept this a secret for so long.
With G-d's help we will continue our email next week from our new location: Cincinnati, Ohio!
Look, we've reached a milestone – our Bar Mitzvah email! And, Boruch Hashem, the feedback reflects the interest we all have in discussing Torah's view and Jewish interests in a simple, short and humorous manner.
But I have a confession to make. The concepts we have discussed until now, and whatever we will discuss in future emails, all revolve around one central point. It is time we discussed it fully.
As you all know, I am a Chassid of the Lubavitcher Rebbe. Even though, for the most part, I have grown up during these years of concealment, and I don't remember much, the Rebbe's influence continues to be a dominant factor in my life.
Every day, tens of thousands of people make decisions based on "What would the Rebbe say?" and "What can I do to fulfill the Rebbe call to bring Moshiach?"
That the Rebbe is a prophet has been proven over and over again; from warning of the frightening outcome of peace talks, to issuing singular assurances of Israel's victory during threats such as the Persian Gulf War, his is a voice that has always carried G-d's message. There are countless life and death situations where the Rebbe took responsibility to call the shots, instructing us what needed to be done. Because when the Rebbe talks, nobody is hard of hearing.
On this Shabbos, fifteen years ago, the Rebbe spoke about the name of our Torah portion, "Shoftim" – Judges. G-d commands the Jewish nation to appoint judges who will make sure that normal civilized – and, most importantly, Torah laws should be the law of the land.
To identify the difference between the ways judges rule and the way a adviser gives advice is simple. A judge doesn't explain; he doesn't care if you like it or not.
The adviser, however, tries to convince you and help you see the logic behind his advice; he cares about you and wants to help you. But at the same time, the adviser has a limitation – he cannot enforce his idea, for you are not bound by his word, whereas the judge has government backing for his decisions.
To put it in short: with the judge, it's all about him and the law; with the adviser it's all about you.
To compare this to the world of Torah, this would be the difference between a Torah teacher and a prophet. The Torah is spiritual and, as much as we understand and comprehend, the greater part of it remains beyond our comprehension. A prophet gets all nitty-gritty, if you will, discussing the simple mundane world and what will be. Torah study is about spirituality and lofty discussions; prophecy is about you, about improving YOUR life.
We, in our generation, are very fortunate to have a prophet, judge, Torah teacher and adviser who has helped so many and including some of the readers as well. The Rebbe imparts the timeless wisdom of Torah in a way that it relates to each and every individual, applying to his or her life.
Today, although we don't see him, many still turn to the Rebbe for blessings in their times of need, with requests, and for direction. By writing to his grave site or writing and inserting a letter into his books of correspondence called "Igrot Kodesh," tens of thousands have been blessed to learn that there is someone to turn to. There is a judge and a prophet in Israel.
He is your Rebbe as he is mine; I am sorry for having kept this a secret for so long.
With G-d's help we will continue our email next week from our new location: Cincinnati, Ohio!
It's that time of year
The salesclerk overheard a man speaking on the phone who was obviously seeking a job.
"Oh," he said, "You don't need a new manager. You have a manager who is already doing the job? You don't have another opening," he seemed to be asking again and again.
As he walked away from the phone booth, the salesclerk sympathetically said, "I couldn't help overhearing…I'm sorry you didn't get the job."
"Oh," the young man said, "I already have that job. I just phone in every now and then to find out how I'm doing."
Wow! What an unbelievable miracle occurred this week, proving that we're in the times of peace where lions live with sheep! After all, how else could you live in peace with terrorists who pray daily for your annihilation? Yes, one more sign Moshiach is on his way.
But enough of that; let's stop attacking our government in Israel . We've got more important issues at hand like the weather for example. That's certainly more appropriate and interesting, don't you think? It's time to move on, isn't it?
We are now in the last week of the month of Av, the month of destruction and comfort – and we are about to enter the month of Elul, month of repentance and return.
It is in the last month of the year, in the thirty days prior to Rosh Hashanah that we begin making an account of the past year. We add up all the good deeds that we have done, as well as the not-such-nice deeds we've done, and repent, ask forgiveness, and then make a resolution that next year will be much different.
Frightening? After all, between you and yourself, you know exactly where you stand before G-d. Most people, when facing themselves in the mirror, know their status could have been much nicer, to say the least.
Teshuvah: I'm sure you have heard of the word. It means repentance, but actually, that's not the perfect translation; Teshuvah means return. Repentance implies that until now you were bad and now you want to repent and turn over a new leaf.
Return, on the other hand, means that you are essentially good; all you have to do is return to yourself, to your true self. Access that shining Neshama which, through thick and thin, remains connected to its creator.
No matter what, a Jew is special. No matter what, a Jew is connected. And every Jew is beautiful. Just dust him off, and let his soul fly and return.
The month of Elul is coming, so get ready to take off – to your own personal redemption. The world will follow.
"Oh," he said, "You don't need a new manager. You have a manager who is already doing the job? You don't have another opening," he seemed to be asking again and again.
As he walked away from the phone booth, the salesclerk sympathetically said, "I couldn't help overhearing…I'm sorry you didn't get the job."
"Oh," the young man said, "I already have that job. I just phone in every now and then to find out how I'm doing."
Wow! What an unbelievable miracle occurred this week, proving that we're in the times of peace where lions live with sheep! After all, how else could you live in peace with terrorists who pray daily for your annihilation? Yes, one more sign Moshiach is on his way.
But enough of that; let's stop attacking our government in Israel . We've got more important issues at hand like the weather for example. That's certainly more appropriate and interesting, don't you think? It's time to move on, isn't it?
We are now in the last week of the month of Av, the month of destruction and comfort – and we are about to enter the month of Elul, month of repentance and return.
It is in the last month of the year, in the thirty days prior to Rosh Hashanah that we begin making an account of the past year. We add up all the good deeds that we have done, as well as the not-such-nice deeds we've done, and repent, ask forgiveness, and then make a resolution that next year will be much different.
Frightening? After all, between you and yourself, you know exactly where you stand before G-d. Most people, when facing themselves in the mirror, know their status could have been much nicer, to say the least.
Teshuvah: I'm sure you have heard of the word. It means repentance, but actually, that's not the perfect translation; Teshuvah means return. Repentance implies that until now you were bad and now you want to repent and turn over a new leaf.
Return, on the other hand, means that you are essentially good; all you have to do is return to yourself, to your true self. Access that shining Neshama which, through thick and thin, remains connected to its creator.
No matter what, a Jew is special. No matter what, a Jew is connected. And every Jew is beautiful. Just dust him off, and let his soul fly and return.
The month of Elul is coming, so get ready to take off – to your own personal redemption. The world will follow.
Kosher Alarm System
Coming back to big America and comparing it to Italy, I was reminded of this joke:
Owner to a house hunter: "Yes, the kitchen is a bit small, but with a mortgage like this you won't do much cooking anyway."
Since the war in Israel has started – or, to be more precise, since the evacuation from Gush Katif last summer – anti-Semitism has reared its ugly head all over the world and is being felt by Jews from all walks of life and all levels of observance. No one is free from the hatred; you may get a nose job but your Jewishness will continue to shine from you.
Obviously, then, if you're Jewish, you might as well get the privileges too.
Therefore, due to the crisis which is felt now more than ever, I'm proud to present to you the Jewish alarm system. It's not too expensive, causes no radioactive damage, and not too much space is needed. You don't even need an electrician to install it!
No, this is not some kind of racist alarm system; it is simply a Mitzvah from G-d called a Mezuzah. A Mezuzah is a piece of parchment with some Hebrew words written on it. When you place it on your doorpost in accordance with Torah instructions (consult your local Rabbi for details,) then you have a special alarm system – G-d Himself watches over you with special care. And with G-d as the safeguard, I guess we can fairly accurately add to the manual guide "satisfaction guaranteed."
Over the years, many people who would write to the Rebbe for a blessing for health and other concerns would receive a response advising that they check their Mezuzahs and Tefillin. Of course, one must do what he can in the natural realm to keep himself safe, but when one has kosher Mezuzahs and Tefillin, he receives an extra dose, as it were, of G-d's protection.
Actually, in this week's Torah portion we read about the Mitzvah of Mezuzah, so it is certainly a proper time to check and/or buy your Mezuzos; we all need the extra safety.
And remember – it's also a Mitzvah! So it's like a double package: firstly, you receive protection for yourself and your family and moreover, by fulfilling a mitzvah, you help usher in the time of eternal peace and safety for all mankind – the time of Moshiach.
So do yourself and the world a favor and buy/check your Mezuzahs and Tefillin. After all, satisfaction is guaranteed!
Owner to a house hunter: "Yes, the kitchen is a bit small, but with a mortgage like this you won't do much cooking anyway."
Since the war in Israel has started – or, to be more precise, since the evacuation from Gush Katif last summer – anti-Semitism has reared its ugly head all over the world and is being felt by Jews from all walks of life and all levels of observance. No one is free from the hatred; you may get a nose job but your Jewishness will continue to shine from you.
Obviously, then, if you're Jewish, you might as well get the privileges too.
Therefore, due to the crisis which is felt now more than ever, I'm proud to present to you the Jewish alarm system. It's not too expensive, causes no radioactive damage, and not too much space is needed. You don't even need an electrician to install it!
No, this is not some kind of racist alarm system; it is simply a Mitzvah from G-d called a Mezuzah. A Mezuzah is a piece of parchment with some Hebrew words written on it. When you place it on your doorpost in accordance with Torah instructions (consult your local Rabbi for details,) then you have a special alarm system – G-d Himself watches over you with special care. And with G-d as the safeguard, I guess we can fairly accurately add to the manual guide "satisfaction guaranteed."
Over the years, many people who would write to the Rebbe for a blessing for health and other concerns would receive a response advising that they check their Mezuzahs and Tefillin. Of course, one must do what he can in the natural realm to keep himself safe, but when one has kosher Mezuzahs and Tefillin, he receives an extra dose, as it were, of G-d's protection.
Actually, in this week's Torah portion we read about the Mitzvah of Mezuzah, so it is certainly a proper time to check and/or buy your Mezuzos; we all need the extra safety.
And remember – it's also a Mitzvah! So it's like a double package: firstly, you receive protection for yourself and your family and moreover, by fulfilling a mitzvah, you help usher in the time of eternal peace and safety for all mankind – the time of Moshiach.
So do yourself and the world a favor and buy/check your Mezuzahs and Tefillin. After all, satisfaction is guaranteed!
Mourning and Hoping
I will be flying home to New York on Tuesday morning, G-d willing. I would therefore like to take this opportunity to express my appreciation. During the course of the year, I've been privileged to meet many special people who stand as shining examples of the beauty of the Jewish people. Thank you all for letting me to get to know you. Shabbos at your home was indeed very unique, and special, and I will continue to cherish them as a role model of "Hachnosat Orchim".
May you have much Hatzlach in all you do, and let us share good news always. May we meet very soon in our holy city Yerushalayim for the greatest celebration of all time - the coming of our righteous Moshiach!
With G-D's help, the weekly e-mail will continue. I hope you've enjoyed it so far; we're constantly working on improving it!
Levi
Mourning and Hoping
A woman in Brooklyn decided to prepare her will and plan for the end of her life. She told her rabbi she had two final requests: First, she wanted to be cremated, and second, she wanted her ashes scattered all over the shopping mall. "Why the shopping mall?" asked the rabbi. "Then I'll be sure my daughters visit me twice a week," the mother responded.
Napoleon was once walking in a Jewish neighborhood and he heard many men crying inside the synagogues. So he walked into one of the Shtibels and approached a dignified looking Jew.
"Tell me, my dear man, why do you cry?"
The man responded, "I'm crying over the destruction of my temple!"
"Oh my!" exclaimed Napoleon. "Is there anything I can do to help you? Maybe tell me who destroyed it and I'll punish him? Or maybe you need a donation to construct a new temple?"
"I'm sorry, Your Honor; you've misunderstood me. I'm crying and lamenting over the Holy Temple of Jerusalem destroyed close to two thousand years ago!"
Napoleon was amazed. "If a people still cries and prays two thousand years after a destruction of their temple, then I'm sure they will merit too see its rebuilding!"
Throughout the ages, although we've been scattered all over the world, we have always prayed and cried for the rebuilding of the Temple and our return to Zion. Seven out the 19 blessings in the Amida prayer discuss our yearning and anticipation for the time of the redemption and the coming of our righteous Moshiach.
It was on the lips of the Jews who entered the gas chambers and it kept the flame of Judaism alive in the hearts of Jews under oppression throughout the ages, as they hoped and believed in a better time that would soon arrive.
It is one of our Thirteen Principles of Faith as taught by Maimonides: "I believe in the coming of Moshiach, and though he may tarry I await his coming every day."
Moshiach is not a dream fantasized by the sages in order to give the persecuted Jews hope - "Don't despair; It will get better!" - Nor is it a reward for our devotion to Hashem in not abandoning the Torah and Mitzvoth even when it was inconvenient - or downright dangerous.
Rather, Moshiach is a much deeper concept, a central tenet of the Jewish religion. It is the reason and purpose of the entire creation and all that transpired in the almost six thousand years that have passed since then. Because it is only then that G-d will be able to feel at home, and reveal Himself completely His children, the Jewish people.
Building a home is a complex project. Every detail is attended to with the sole purpose of creating an environment in which the owner will feel comfortable. Since creation, we've been preparing that home. Every Mitzvah, each moment of Torah study, every warm gesture between two individuals - each of these brings more G-dliness into the world, creating a dwelling in which G-d can fully express Himself, as it were. When Moshiach will arrive, G-d will enter the home in all of His glory!
Automatically, when one will see G-d openly before him, there will be no room for hate and jealousy; he will lose his appetite for money, and having a good time won't be the number one on his list of priorities. A world in which G-dliness is revealed will not tolerate war or strife. All will see the true and eternal enjoyment of learning Torah and knowing G-d, and nothing else will matter!
So let's get ready for our face-to-face meeting with G-d. We want to look presentable; there is never a second chance for a first impression…
May you have much Hatzlach in all you do, and let us share good news always. May we meet very soon in our holy city Yerushalayim for the greatest celebration of all time - the coming of our righteous Moshiach!
With G-D's help, the weekly e-mail will continue. I hope you've enjoyed it so far; we're constantly working on improving it!
Levi
Mourning and Hoping
A woman in Brooklyn decided to prepare her will and plan for the end of her life. She told her rabbi she had two final requests: First, she wanted to be cremated, and second, she wanted her ashes scattered all over the shopping mall. "Why the shopping mall?" asked the rabbi. "Then I'll be sure my daughters visit me twice a week," the mother responded.
Napoleon was once walking in a Jewish neighborhood and he heard many men crying inside the synagogues. So he walked into one of the Shtibels and approached a dignified looking Jew.
"Tell me, my dear man, why do you cry?"
The man responded, "I'm crying over the destruction of my temple!"
"Oh my!" exclaimed Napoleon. "Is there anything I can do to help you? Maybe tell me who destroyed it and I'll punish him? Or maybe you need a donation to construct a new temple?"
"I'm sorry, Your Honor; you've misunderstood me. I'm crying and lamenting over the Holy Temple of Jerusalem destroyed close to two thousand years ago!"
Napoleon was amazed. "If a people still cries and prays two thousand years after a destruction of their temple, then I'm sure they will merit too see its rebuilding!"
Throughout the ages, although we've been scattered all over the world, we have always prayed and cried for the rebuilding of the Temple and our return to Zion. Seven out the 19 blessings in the Amida prayer discuss our yearning and anticipation for the time of the redemption and the coming of our righteous Moshiach.
It was on the lips of the Jews who entered the gas chambers and it kept the flame of Judaism alive in the hearts of Jews under oppression throughout the ages, as they hoped and believed in a better time that would soon arrive.
It is one of our Thirteen Principles of Faith as taught by Maimonides: "I believe in the coming of Moshiach, and though he may tarry I await his coming every day."
Moshiach is not a dream fantasized by the sages in order to give the persecuted Jews hope - "Don't despair; It will get better!" - Nor is it a reward for our devotion to Hashem in not abandoning the Torah and Mitzvoth even when it was inconvenient - or downright dangerous.
Rather, Moshiach is a much deeper concept, a central tenet of the Jewish religion. It is the reason and purpose of the entire creation and all that transpired in the almost six thousand years that have passed since then. Because it is only then that G-d will be able to feel at home, and reveal Himself completely His children, the Jewish people.
Building a home is a complex project. Every detail is attended to with the sole purpose of creating an environment in which the owner will feel comfortable. Since creation, we've been preparing that home. Every Mitzvah, each moment of Torah study, every warm gesture between two individuals - each of these brings more G-dliness into the world, creating a dwelling in which G-d can fully express Himself, as it were. When Moshiach will arrive, G-d will enter the home in all of His glory!
Automatically, when one will see G-d openly before him, there will be no room for hate and jealousy; he will lose his appetite for money, and having a good time won't be the number one on his list of priorities. A world in which G-dliness is revealed will not tolerate war or strife. All will see the true and eternal enjoyment of learning Torah and knowing G-d, and nothing else will matter!
So let's get ready for our face-to-face meeting with G-d. We want to look presentable; there is never a second chance for a first impression…
It's not politics!
A new Rabbi was elected for the grand synagogue in town. In his first lecture, the rabbi discussed the importance of keeping kosher. After descending from the podium, he was approached by the president of the synagogue who voiced his disapproval for talking about such a touchy subject.
So the next week, he spoke about Shabbat observance, and the president nearly blew up on him in rage: "How do you have the chutzpah to speak about Shabbat in this community where no one keeps Shabbat?!"
When, after speaking about tefilin the next week, the president warns him that he'll be fired, the Rabbi turns to him in frustration and asks, "So what do you want me to speak about?"
The president responds, "Just speak about Judaism!"
***
When writing a thought about the torah portion and its message of love, you can't go wrong. But sometimes we have to discuss the issues at hand in the Jewish world today, and look for the Torah view on pressing matters. That said; let's look at the situation in Israel.
The present situation in Israel is scary, to say the least. War, missiles falling in playgrounds and homes, and our soldiers fighting hard in the unknown terrain of guerrillas and suicide bombers whose own lives mean nothing to them; who, in the name of religion, have terrorized millions of people for decades.
Has something gone wrong in our vision of eternal peace with our Arab cousins? Hadn't we saved ourselves the scare of another confrontation with our lovely neighbours? Hey! About a year ago we evacuated eight thousand Jews from their homes in a one-sided attempt for peace! Since the sighing of the Oslo accords, we have given "back" to the Palestinians a large percentage of the so-called "occupied territories." Where is their appreciation for our dire attempts at long-lasting peace and brotherhood?
Ah, I get it! The problem is that we still have some occupied territories in our hands! If we would give them all back, then would be able to live within our pre-1967 borders in peace and harmony with our beloved neighbours.
Well, let's put things right down on the table: If our claim to the land of Israel is the U.N. resolution of 58 years ago that gave the unfortunate Jews who had just lost six million of their brothers (due to the lack of self-defence) the right for a country; and just by luck the country happens to be in the same area which, thousands of years ago, was ruled by the kings of Judea, and for all we care the state of the Jews could have been in Uganda (an early option for a Jewish state offered to the Zionists,) then we have no choice but to listen to the "Palestinian" cry for freedom and a "Palestinian" state, and, for us, the Oslo accords would be the most righteous thing the Jewish people have done since the time Abraham was willing to sacrifice his son Isaac to G-d!
However, if our claim to the land of Israel is that it's our promised land, given by G-d 4,000 years ago to our forefather Abraham, then this "political view" (was does safety have to do with politics?) would change. We would keep every piece of land that was returned to us (not occupied!) and we wouldn't even dream of talking about the exchange of this divine present for a lip-service to peace. For after all, who, but G-d, can grant us peace?
If we believe that the land is ours because G-d said so, then we will fight the terrorists until the end, not retreating before we are done (as we did in the Lebanon war in 1982), understanding that they are not "insurgents" or "militants" as implied by the media; they are simply blood thirsty anti-Semites who want us all thrown into the Mediterranean Sea, cruel terrorists who will use any means to take our whole land (pre 1948 borders…) for themselves.
Osama bin laden, Nasralla, Nobel Peace Prize Winner Yasser Arafat, Holocaust denier Abu-Mazen and their like are not freedom fighters for oppressed people; they are radical Islamists with a deep hatred for the free, civilized world. Through misinterpretation of the Koran, they have declared war on all those who oppose their radical ideology. (Or have we forgotten the dancing in the streets of Gaza on 9/11?) They are all terrorists. And with terrorists there is no chance of peace.
May G-d bless the people in the Land of Israel, our Holy Land, with true and eternal peace with the coming of Moshiach at this very moment. Until then, let us at least hold on to the land of G-d; it's ours for guarding.
Adapted from the works of the Lubavitcher Rebbe
So the next week, he spoke about Shabbat observance, and the president nearly blew up on him in rage: "How do you have the chutzpah to speak about Shabbat in this community where no one keeps Shabbat?!"
When, after speaking about tefilin the next week, the president warns him that he'll be fired, the Rabbi turns to him in frustration and asks, "So what do you want me to speak about?"
The president responds, "Just speak about Judaism!"
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When writing a thought about the torah portion and its message of love, you can't go wrong. But sometimes we have to discuss the issues at hand in the Jewish world today, and look for the Torah view on pressing matters. That said; let's look at the situation in Israel.
The present situation in Israel is scary, to say the least. War, missiles falling in playgrounds and homes, and our soldiers fighting hard in the unknown terrain of guerrillas and suicide bombers whose own lives mean nothing to them; who, in the name of religion, have terrorized millions of people for decades.
Has something gone wrong in our vision of eternal peace with our Arab cousins? Hadn't we saved ourselves the scare of another confrontation with our lovely neighbours? Hey! About a year ago we evacuated eight thousand Jews from their homes in a one-sided attempt for peace! Since the sighing of the Oslo accords, we have given "back" to the Palestinians a large percentage of the so-called "occupied territories." Where is their appreciation for our dire attempts at long-lasting peace and brotherhood?
Ah, I get it! The problem is that we still have some occupied territories in our hands! If we would give them all back, then would be able to live within our pre-1967 borders in peace and harmony with our beloved neighbours.
Well, let's put things right down on the table: If our claim to the land of Israel is the U.N. resolution of 58 years ago that gave the unfortunate Jews who had just lost six million of their brothers (due to the lack of self-defence) the right for a country; and just by luck the country happens to be in the same area which, thousands of years ago, was ruled by the kings of Judea, and for all we care the state of the Jews could have been in Uganda (an early option for a Jewish state offered to the Zionists,) then we have no choice but to listen to the "Palestinian" cry for freedom and a "Palestinian" state, and, for us, the Oslo accords would be the most righteous thing the Jewish people have done since the time Abraham was willing to sacrifice his son Isaac to G-d!
However, if our claim to the land of Israel is that it's our promised land, given by G-d 4,000 years ago to our forefather Abraham, then this "political view" (was does safety have to do with politics?) would change. We would keep every piece of land that was returned to us (not occupied!) and we wouldn't even dream of talking about the exchange of this divine present for a lip-service to peace. For after all, who, but G-d, can grant us peace?
If we believe that the land is ours because G-d said so, then we will fight the terrorists until the end, not retreating before we are done (as we did in the Lebanon war in 1982), understanding that they are not "insurgents" or "militants" as implied by the media; they are simply blood thirsty anti-Semites who want us all thrown into the Mediterranean Sea, cruel terrorists who will use any means to take our whole land (pre 1948 borders…) for themselves.
Osama bin laden, Nasralla, Nobel Peace Prize Winner Yasser Arafat, Holocaust denier Abu-Mazen and their like are not freedom fighters for oppressed people; they are radical Islamists with a deep hatred for the free, civilized world. Through misinterpretation of the Koran, they have declared war on all those who oppose their radical ideology. (Or have we forgotten the dancing in the streets of Gaza on 9/11?) They are all terrorists. And with terrorists there is no chance of peace.
May G-d bless the people in the Land of Israel, our Holy Land, with true and eternal peace with the coming of Moshiach at this very moment. Until then, let us at least hold on to the land of G-d; it's ours for guarding.
Adapted from the works of the Lubavitcher Rebbe
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