The Blessing of the Tree

“So shall your seed be” (Gen. 15:5).

A man set out on a journey and traveled through the wilderness a day, two days, three days, ten days, without finding any town, wayside inn, or tree or water or any living creature. After traveling ten days, he saw a magnificent tree in the distance and thought: that there may be water under it. When he reached the tree, he found that it stood over a spring. He saw how beautiful the tree was and the delicious fruit that hung from its branches. The tree was tall with graceful branches that provided wonderful shade.

The man, being tired, sat down and cooled himself in the tree’s shade, ate some of its fruit and drank from the spring. He sat under the tree for a long time until he was well rested and refreshed. When he rose to go, he turned to the tree and said: “Tree, O tree, what blessing can I bestow upon you, and what parting word shall I offer you?”

“That your wood may be fine?

            It is already fine.

That your shade be pleasant?

            It is already pleasant.

That your branches be graceful?

            They are beautiful and graceful.”

“That your fruit be delicious?

         Your fruit is delicious and tasty.

That a spring issue from beneath your roots?

        A spring already flows with sweet refreshing water from beneath your roots.

That you stand in an attractive spot?

       You already stand in such a pleasing place”

Blessing of the Tree

“The prophets spoke and said: ‘And by the stream, upon its bank, on this side and on that side, shall grow all trees for food, whose leaf shall not wither, nor shall its fruit fail; it shall bring forth fresh fruit every month, because the waters for them flow from the sanctuary; and their fruit shall be for food, and their leaves for healing.’ (Ezekiel 47: 12) ‘ ”

“The sweet singer of Israel Spoke and said: ‘They are like trees planted by streams of water, which yield their fruit in its season, and their leaves do not wither. In all that they do, they prosper. (Psalm 1:3)’ “

“Did not the wise men of old say: ‘Trees were created for man’s companionship.’” (Genesis Rabbah 13:2)

“How then shall I bless you?”

“There is one thing with which I can bless you: May it be the will of the Holy One, blessed be He that all the trees planted from your seed should be like you…”

Based on Taanis 5b and Numbers Rabbah 2:12

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Fair Wages

She stretches out her hand to the poor; yea, she reaches her hands to the needy. (Proverbs 31:20)

The wife of a holy rabbi once gave a beautiful piece of cloth to a tailor so that he might sew her a dress. When the tailor finished the dress, he carried it to the holy rabbi’s wife, set it down and sighed deeply.

“What’s the matter?” the the holy woman asked. “Why are you so unhappy with the dress? It is truly beautiful and a credit to your skills”

In great pain, the tailor answered, “My daughter has become engaged to a fine young man. One day, seeing me sewing such a beautiful dress, the young man thought that it was for his bride. Learning that it would not be hers has filled him with sorrow.”

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The holy woman was filled with care and kindness that she picked up the dress and handed it to the tailor. “This is a present for your daughter, the kallah (bride), for are we not taught, ‘Lift up your eyes round about and see; all these gather together and come to you. As I live, says the L-rd, you shall surely clothe yourself with them all as with an ornament and bind them on yourself like a bride. (Isaiah 49:18) ‘” she said warmly.

The tailor was speechless and gathered up the dress and thanked the holy woman for her gift. He was about to leave when the holy woman called him back as she took out her purse and handed the tailor 5 gold coins.

The confused tailor looked at her and asked, “What is this? You have graciously given my daughter this beautiful dress and her heart will be filled with joy.” The holy woman looked at the surprised tailor and answered, “You worked hard for a full week making this fine dress for me, and not for your daughter. With tired eyes and strained fingers you worked hard so that you might earn a little money for your family. Now I ask you, what will you and your family eat? Just because I gave you a gift for your daughter, does that mean that you should not be paid a fair wage for your work?”

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The Cracked Bucket

In a small village there was a widow that supported herself and her children by carrying water from the nearby river to the Jewish homes. She had two water buckets which were attached to a sturdy yoke. Each day she would wake up early say a prayer to the Holy One, blessed be He, bless her children before she sent them off to learn the Holy Writings, then put the heavy yoke over her shoulders and went down to the river. At the river she would let down the yoke and filled her buckets with water. Once the buckets were filled she would lift the heavy yoke upon her shoulders and walk back to the village.

Everyday bucket on the right side of the yoke was fine and sturdy always filled when she returned to the village, but the bucket on the left had a small crack in it and by the time the woman arrived back in the village, a lot of the water was usually gone.

The cracked water bucket always felt very bad and was ashamed that it was cracked and wasn’t pulling its weight. One day the cracked bucket turned to the woman and apologized for being cracked. The woman smiled gently and said, “Did you think I didn’t know that you had a crack, and water dripped from you? We learn, “Water shall flow from his buckets, and his seed shall have abundant water” (Numbers 24:7)

Cracked Bucket

Look at the path from the river to the village. Do you see all the beautiful flowers that are growing on the side of the path? Those are the flowers that I planted there, that you watered every day as I walked from the river to the village. How many students have stopped and said a blessing over the beauty of the flowers? How many of those flowers brightened the Shabbos (Sabbath) or Yom Tov (holiday) table? How many words of Torah were said as holy men walked along the path?”

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What Do We Know?

We rely so much on how we see and understand the world. We trust our senses to define the world and understand what is around us by our limited knowledge and wisdom. Therefore we often feel we know who other people are and what the events of our lives are about forgetting “If you wish to be pure in mind, guard your senses. (Apocrypha, Patriarchs, Reuben 6:1)

Sadly, the truth is, we can only understand a very little about the world and people around us. With our limited understanding can we really be aware of the depth, gifts and beauty of another person? Can we begin to fathom the Divine Wisdom and Purpose hidden in everything around us? “Without understanding no knowledge; without knowledge no understanding. “ (Mishnah Avos 3:17)

There once was a young man who studied Torah (Scriptures and Holy Writings) every day and with each new lesson he challenged himself farther. He followed the instruction, “This Book of the Law shall not depart out of your mouth; you shall meditate on it day and night, so that you may be careful to act in accordance with all that is written in it. For then you shall make your way prosperous, and then you shall be successful.” (Joshua 1:8)

After a time he became known as a genius of the revealed and hidden Torah. When the time came, he married the daughter of a holy rabbi. There was much joy in the home of the young rabbi and his wife. Together they learned and built a home based on faith and Torah (Scriptures).

A year went by and everything seemed to go well when one day the young rabbi grew very sick. The best doctors were called, but sadly, not one of them could do anything to help him. So the father of the young rabbi went to the holy rabbi, (the young rabbi’s father-in-law) and begged him, “Rabbi, I’m afraid for my son he became sick and no one seems to be able to help him. Please pray for my son. You know how much he is learned, how devoted he is to Torah. Surely if someone as holy as you reminds heaven of his greatness, he will be found worthy, and he will live!”

But the holy rabbi only answered, “you call him learned? You call him devoted? What he’s done is nothing. Nothing at all!”

The father was shocked. “Rabbi, what are you saying? My son is young, yet he already knows the revealed and hidden Torah by heart!  Are we not taught, “A house where Torah is studied at night will not be ruined.” (Eruvin 18b)

The holy rabbi looked at the troubled father and shook his head, murmuring under his breath, “he’s done nothing. Nothing at all.” No matter how much the troubled father praised his son and tried to convince the rabbi how accomplished the young man was, the holy rabbi’s did nothing but to criticize him. The poor father just couldn’t understand what was going on.

The holy rabbi went into his study and locked the door. He placed two candles on his reading table, wrapped himself in his tallis (prayer shawl) and began to pray:

Compassionate and Merciful G-d, show us Your love and heal us. Send complete healing to all Your holy people who are sick. In particular to Yitzchak Yaakov the son of Sarah.

Master of the Universe! You are “merciful and gracious, slow to anger and abounding in steadfast love.” (Psalm 103:8) I humbly ask, has this child completed his holy task, is his purpose in this life yet fulfilled?  May we remember and realize as it is written: “For the Lord is compassionate and merciful; he forgives sins and saves in time of distress. (Sirach 2:11) Master of the World who is Most Compassionate and Merciful. Please remember these tender children and lengthen their days with benevolence and their years with pleasantness, in order that they toil in Your Torah and its commandments all their days. Amen

A few days later, the most wonderful thing happened. The young man got up out of bed, his appeared to be completely healed. His father was overjoyed, but he was still troubled about his meeting with the holy rabbi. He spoke to his son, “I know your father-in-law is a great rabbi in a very holy man, but to tell you the truth, I really don’t understand him. I went with him with so much respect for to ask him to pray for you. And I praised you so much I was sure that if he reminded the Heavenly Court of your learning and knowledge you would be found worthy of the greatest miracles. Yet he wouldn’t even listen to me. No matter what I said he just replied, “you call that learning? It’s nothing, nothing at all.”

The looked at his father and smiled, “Wonders of Wonders, father, is he not a truly holy rabbi. Such wisdom, you thought that by praising you would help me. But really the opposite was true. You see, every person comes into this world to accomplish one special task. To make one special fixing or change in the world, and once he has done this, there is no longer any need for him to stay here in olam hazeh – this world.

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 “My father-in-law knew that I had only come into this world to learn Torah (Scriptures and Holy Writings), and that if Heaven thought that I already learned everything I needed to know, there was no way to save my life. So when he kept answering, ‘what, you call this learning? It’s nothing!’ he was actually saying to Heaven, This young man has only begun to accomplish his task. His work isn’t finished yet – there is no more he needs to learn. Heavenly court you have to give him more time

And this is what saved my life….

And so you see — what do we know?  You never know….

May all your tales end with Shalom (peace)

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Oil, Wicks and the Cave of Matisyahu

In a nearby village there was a merchant who would carefully select olives and press them into oil and bring it to the holy rabbi, and the rabbi would use it to light his menorah. The merchant did this for many years.

One year the winter was hard, the snow blew everywhere, and travel was just about impossible. The eve of Chanukah arrived and the merchant was still planning to deliver the fresh pressed oil. His family pleaded with him not to go, but he was determined, and in the end he set out across the deep snow.

That morning he entered the forest that separated his village from the village where the holy rabbi lived, and the moment he did, it began to snowheavily. The wind blew strong and the snow fell so fast that it covered every landmark, and when at last it stopped, the merchant found that he was lost. The whole world was covered with snow

Now the merchant began to regret not listening to his family. Surely the holy rabbi would have forgiven his absence. Meanwhile, it had become so cold that he began to fear he might freeze. He realized that if he were to die there in the forest, he might not even be buried in a Jewish way. That is when he remembered the oil he was carrying. In order to save his life, he would have to use it. There was no other choice.


As quickly as his numb fingers could move, he tore some of the lining out of his coat and fashioned it into a wick, and he put that wick into the snow. Then he poured oil on it and prayed with great intensity. Finally, he lit the first light of Chanukah, and the flame seemed to light up the whole forest. It seemed that even the wolves saw that light and lifted their heads in song..

After this the exhausted Merchant lay down on the snow and fell asleep. He dreamed he was walking in a warm land, and before him he saw a great mountain, and next to that mountain stood a palm tree. At the foot of the mountain was the opening of a cave. In the dream, the merchant entered the cave and found a lamp burning there. He picked up that lamp, and it lit the way for him until he came to a large cavern, where an old man with a very long beard was seated. There was a sword on his thigh, and his hands were busy making wicks. All of that cavern was piled high with bundles of wicks. The old man looked up when the merchant entered and said: “Shalom Aleichem (Peace be unto you).”

The merchant answered, ”Aleichem Shalom (Unto you peace).” and asked him who he was. He answered: “I am Matisyahu, father of the Maccabees. During my life­time I lit a big torch. I hoped that all of Israel would join me, but only a few answered my call. Now heaven has sent me to watch for the little lamps in the houses of Israel to come together to form a very big flame will announce the Time of Peace that we are all waiting for.”

“Meanwhile, I prepare the wicks for the day when everyone will contribute his light to this great flame. And now, there is something you must do for me. When you reach the holy rabbi, tell him that the wicks are ready, and he should do whatever he can to light the flame that we have awaited so long.”

Amazed at all he had heard, the merchant promised to give the message to the rabbi. As he turned to leave the cave, he awoke and found himself standing in front of the holy rabbi’s house. Just then the rabbi himself opened the door, and his face was glowing. He said: “The power of lighting the Chanukah menorah is very great. Whoever dedicates his soul to this deed brings the Time of Peace that much closer.” (Shabbos 21b)

May your oil burn clean, warm your soul and shine bright with the light of  Shalom (peace)


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The Chanukah Gift of Stories

What does a story teller give as gifts for Chanukah?

Stories of course.

Please read and enjoy the stories below about Chanukah. Share them with others, comment, join in a discussion, or just “like” the stories and tell us which are your favorites.


 Chanukah during the Holocaust, 20th Century Miracle – An Article from 1981

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Chanukah and Passover are celbrations of freedom. What do they have in common?Chanukah – Egypt – Passover: Is There a Connection

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The Jewish people have fought throughout history for faith, Chanuka and the Fighters

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Chanukah is a celebration of Jewish Women, Chanukah: The Dedication of Jewish women

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The flame of faith burns bright on Chanukah, The Chanukah Flame of Faith

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Dreidel is more than just a game, The Mystery of the Dreidel

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a short Chanukah story about growth and self improvement, A short Chanukah story, Can One Fix a Spirit on Chanukah

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There is more to see than just the menorah, Chanukah Lights and the Blessings of Sight, allows one to see others in a special light.

Chanukah Stories

The lights of the menorah warms people to their very soul and  brings about  Shalom Bayis, Torah and the Menorah of Peace

Chanukah Stories

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The Farmer and Faith

The world of science and technology, instant answers and quick responses are common. People becoming more and more dependent on all of the “gifts” that science and technology provide. One of the most wonderful gifts that people have is the ability to learn, to understand, and to grow in the belief of what they have learned. Sadly, many people no longer understand the most basic when it comes to matters of faith.

Too many times, people respond, “I make it a rule to believe only what I understand.” Yet those very same people have decided to depend upon other means to think and understand for them. They don’t understand that the answers they get from science and technology are based upon their questions. Limited questions result in limited answers.

Once there was a man who lived his whole life in the city who decided that he would like to become a farmer. He believed he had a good understanding of agriculture went to a farmer to learn about farming. The farmer took him to his field and asked him what he saw. He saw a beautiful piece of land full of grass and pleasing to the eye.

Then the man stood shocked as the farmer plowed up the grass and turned the beautiful green field into a mass of brown ditches. “Why did you ruin the field?” asked the man.

“Be patient and you will see,” answered the farmer.

Then the farmer showed him a sack full of plump kernels of wheat and asked him what he sees. The visitor described the nutritious inviting grain and then once more watched in shock as the farmer ruined something beautiful. This time he walked up and down the furrows and dropped kernels into the open ground wherever he went, then he covered them up with clods of soil. “Are you insane,” the man asked, “first you destroy the field, then you take this beautiful grain, and you throw it underneath.”

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The farmer answered, “Be patient and you will see.”

 Time went by, and once more the farmer took the man out into field. Now they saw endless straight rows and green stalks sprouting up from all of the furrows. The visitor smiled broadly, “I apologize, now I understand what you were doing, you made the field more beautiful than ever; the art of farming is truly marvelous. “No,” said the farmer, “we are not done, you must still be patient.” More time went by and the stalks were fully grown, then the farmer came with a sickle and chopped them all down as his visitor watched openmouthed, seeing how the orderly field became an ugly scene of destruction.

The farmer bound the fallen stalks into bundles and decorated the field with them. Later he took the bundles to another area, where he beat and crushed them until they became a mass of straw and loose kernels. Then he separated the kernels from the chaff and piled them up in a huge hill.

Always he told his protesting visitor, “Be patient we are not done.”

Then the farmer came with the wagon and piled it high with grain which he took to the mill. There this beautiful grain was ground into formless choking dust. The visitor complained again, “You have taken beautiful grain and transformed it into dust.”

Again the farmer responded, “Be patient and you will see.”

The farmer put the dust into sacks and took it back home. He took some dust and mixed it with water, while his guest marveled at the foolishness of making whitish mud. Then the farmer fashioned the mud into the shape of a loaf. The visitor saw the perfectly formed loaf and smiled broadly, but his happiness did not last. The farmer lit a fire and put the loaf into the oven. “Now I know you’re insane, after all that work you burn what you make.”

The farmer looked at him and laughed, “Have I not told you to be patient?”

Finally, the farmer opened the oven took out the freshly baked golden brown bread with an aroma that made the man’s mouth water. “Come,” the farmer said. He led the man to the kitchen table where he cut the bread, and he offered his now-pleased visitor a liberally buttered slice. “Now,” the farmer said, “Now you understand.”

Among all kinds of grain flour there is no more precious than the fine wheat flour which sticks to the sieve; the words of Torah are more precious than it, as it is written, sweeter than honey and flour dust.” (Tanchuma Eikev 1) Many today can be compared to one who “has a piece of bread in his basket asks, what will I eat tomorrow?” they belong to those who are of little faith (Sota 48b). Sadly when it comes to matters of faith and one does not understand, to many times they are ashamed to admit it.

Too many don’t know that “the more Torah (Scriptures), the more life; the more thought, the more wisdom; the more counsel, the more understanding; the more righteousness, the more peace” (Avos 2:8) All of this is within our grasp, but science and technology has labeled this as old and archaic. One cannot appreciate the wonders of the world or the beauty of life without faith.

The Holy One, blessed be He is the farmer, and we are the fools who do not begin to understand his ways or the outcome of his plan. Only when the process is complete will all people know why all this happened. Then, when the Messiah has finally come, we will know why all of this had to be. Until then we must be patient and have faith that everything, even when it seems destructive and painful, is part of the process that will produce goodness and beauty.

May all your tales end with Shalom (peace)

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Rabbi Yoshua b. Hananiah and the Emperor’s Daughter

Once upon a time the daughter of the Emperor asked Rabbi Yoshua ben Chananiah, “Is it very strange that there is so much Torah (Scriptural learning) and wisdom in you and you are so terribly ugly? So much wisdom in such a disgusting vessel!”

“Let me ask, where do you keep your wine? In what kind of vessels?” Rabbi Yoshua inquired.  The daughter of the Emperor answered, “We keep our wine in simple earthen­ware vessels, because for many years past wine has always been kept in earthen vessels.”

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Rabbi Yoshua suggested, “You are very wealthy people, you ought to keep your wine in vessels of silver only, the ordinary people keep it in earthen jars.” So she went and told the Emperor, who poured all the wine into silver jars. Within a short time the wine turned sour, and they reported to the Emperor that all his wine had turned into vinegar. Then the Emperor asked his daughter, “Who advised you to pour the wine into silver jars?” The princess replied, “Rabbi Yoshua ben Chananiah.” So the Emperor sent for Rabbi Yoshua and asked him, “Why did you give such advice to my daughter so that all my wine has turned to vinegar?” Rabbi Yoshua replied, “As she spoke to me so I spoke to her. She said to me, what a pity such great learning is in such a contemptible vessel. So I said to her, ‘Why do you keep wine in a cheap vessel?’ I also said that as the Torah does not stay with a man of handsome appearance, so wine does not keep in a silver vessel.” The Emperor said, “But there are many good looking men who possess learning.” Then Rabbi Yoshua replied, “If they were not so handsome they would be more learned still, for a man of handsome appearance is not a man of modesty, and therefore he forgets the Torah which he has learned.”

Based on B. Ta 7a-b; B. Ned 50b and Ma’asah Book #35

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To Build a Succah of Peace

Tam knew it was hard for the poor among the Jewish community found it hard to gather the materials needed to build   the walls of their succahs and it was always a problem. So every year as the month of Elul would come to a close, he would speak to his friend Chacham and they would both set out to help the poor. Chacham would have lulavim and esrogim for the poor while Tam would have a supply of boards and lumber for succahs.

One year, on the very eve of   Succos, the town water carrier with his bent back and pain wracked body, made his way up to the door of Tam’s house. In a voice as broken with shame, the poor water carrier asked, “Could I please maybe get just a few planks for my succah?” Tam went and looked, but there were none left.

Tam watched from his window and he saw the poor ragged water carrier trudge from house to house, still in search of a few boards. He his heart was so broken that he burst into tears.


“Ribbono shel Olam, Master of the Universe!” he cried. “Just look how Your Children cherish the mitzvah of living in a succah! See with what self-sacrifice they are determined to fulfill it! It’s raining outside. The roads are full of mud and mire. Yet there he tramps, that ragged bent water carrier wearing torn shoes –   looking for boards for a succah! Look down, then, Master of the Universe, from Your holy dwelling-place in heavens. Bless Your People, Ufros Aleinu Succas Shlomecha – and spread out over them Your Succah of peace.

Tam then went into his study a took an old bookcase apart and handed the boards to one of his students telling him that he should run after the water carrier, and he should help him to build his succah.

That night there was whispering around the table in the candlelit succah and students waiting for Tam to burst out in song or a lesson. Tam came into his succah, smiled at his students, and sat down. He began,

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“Succos’s is a truly blessed time. It is time to realize the greatness of the Holy One, blessed be He and the true gifts that he is given to the whole world. Every day we say in the Hashkiveinu prayer, “Cause us, O L-rd our G-d, to lie down in peace, and raise us up, O our King, to life. – Ufros Aleinu Succas Shlomecha – and   Spread over us the succah the of Your peace.”  We should become intensely aware that we are spinning with our words and faith a protective covering of warmth and love around ourselves as a means of protecting our souls from the world around us.”

“In Hebrew the word succas or shelter, also refers to a succah (a temporary structure that we construct for the holiday). We build the succah, eat and sleep in it as a reminder of how the world is ever changing and many conditions are temporary. The succah reminds us of the importance of faith. In other words, almost everything in life is temporary. We remember that our ancestors traveled in the desert for 40 years and then when they came to the holy land and would harvest their crops, they lived in succahs, they were not made to be permanent but very portable.”

“A shelter of peace is created in many ways through a safe home, loving friends, and a connected community. The root of the Hebrew word “shalom” refers to wholeness or completeness; once you have wholeness, peace is possible. We ask that the master of the universe bless us with peace, but we forget that peace is a proactive process. We must work every day that we can attain wholeness by bringing spirituality and holiness to our family, community and the world at large. Each and every one of us must begin the process of constructing a Succas Shlomecha (shelter of peace) within ourselves before we can begin the holy work of creating sense of shalom (peace) for others.”

Tam closed his eyes and began to hum a melody that touched each and every person in the succah that night and they seem to be aglow that no one could explain. When Tam opened his eyes, he smiled and said,

“May we all be messengers of our merciful father in heaven and create ways to ‘Ufros Aleinu Succas Shlomecha – spread over us Your shelter of peace’.

 May all your tales end with Shalom (peace)

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