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Category: Holiday

The Cantonist’s Prayer

Posted on Friday, 21, September, 2018Wednesday, 21, September, 2022 by Rabbi

The Jewish citizens of Russia were thrust into a state of anxiety in the Fall of 1827 when Tsar Nickolas I signed the “Statute on Conscription Duty”. Tsar Nickolas I was planning to issue many laws intending to make everyone Russian. The laws included a ban on chadarim (Jewish elementary schools). The Jewish community immediately took action by sending a delegation of prominent rabbanim to Petersberg, which included Tam and Chacham.

Everyone hoped to return home to be with their families in time for Yom Kippur, but it was not to be. The meetings seemed to take forever lasting day after day. Tam and Chacham sadly realized that they would be forced to spend the holiest day of the year in the capital city of Russia.

In their search to find a place where they could daven (pray) on Yom Kippur, the Tam and Chacham learned about a group of Cantonists who would be conducting a secret Yom Kippur service and decided to join them.

Cantonists were Jewish soldiers who had been abducted from their homes and drafted into the Russian army at a very young age. The Cantonist soldiers knew very little about Torah and Jewish beliefs and ways of living, relying only on the distant memories from their few short years at home. When they would finally be released from army service at the age of forty-three, many of them would find that their parents had already died, leaving them no where to go or call home. The passage of time had dulled their memory of the Yiddish language, and many would no longer be able to communicate with their any of their relatives.

This group of Cantonists, whose service Tam and Chacham had joined on that memorable Yom Kippur, clung to their Jewish traditions and identity in the face of severe torture. In spite of all the suffering that they continued to bear because of their religion, these Jewish soldiers felt isolated from the Jewish community and completely alone in the world.

Tam and Chacham participated in the outpouring of emotion as they davened the prayers of Yom Kippur in the Cantonist service. Ma’ariv was followed the next day by Shacharis, Mussaf, and Minchah. Finally, it was time for Ne’ilah, the most important prayer of the year. In many communities, it is customary for the most prominent member of the minyan to lead this sacred prayer.

Shortly before Ne’ilah was scheduled to begin, a Cantonist, who was the spokesman for the group, approached Tam and Chacham saying, “Although you are certainly worthy of leading the tefillos, we would like to ask permission for one of our fellow Cantonists to lead the Ne’ilah service in your stead.” Then he turned to the Cantonist who was to serve as chazzan (leader of Jewish prayer) and asked show his back. The man’s back and muscular arms were covered with terrible wounds and gashes.

“Do you see this?” asked the spokesman. “They are whip-marks. As a young boy he resisted. Every morning he was placed on a bench and given at least 100 strokes of a birch, leaving him bleeding and reeling in agony. After each birching, he was sent to the infirmary where he was treated and then soon beaten again. He absorbed the abuse, did not cry out, and did not relent. You must understand that during our friend’s entire time in the army, he never once ate non-kosher food or desecrated the Shabbos. As a result, he sustained many beatings, but he never gave in. Therefore, we request that he be the one to daven Ne’ilah, since we consider him to be our worthy representative.”

Tam and Chacham were totally astounded at the tremendous self-sacrifice of the seemingly simple man standing before them, and of course, they agreed.

The Cantonist chazan began leading the tefillah and chanted ashrei, followed by uva l’Tzion. When it came time for Kaddish, he paused. Walking up to the Aron Kodesh, he began to speak in a powerful voice, baring his heart as a child speaks to his father:

“Ribbono shel Olam, Master of the Universe It is now the holiest time of the year. What do Jewish people throughout the world ask for at this time?” Answering his own question, he continued, “They ask for three crucial things:

Yom Kippur Ne'ila

Banai – Children Chayei – life

and M’zonei – sustenance.

we Cantonists don’t need to bother You to ask for these things.

Banai – Children: we’ll never have. When we will finally be released from army service, there will be no one to marry us! No Jewish woman will agree to marry us because we know little to nothing of Your Torah. Of course, we can’t marry non-Jewish women either. We know that we will never get married and so unfortunately, we will never be blessed with children.”

With tears filling his eyes, the Cantonist continued,

Chayei – life: what kind of life is this to live, so estranged from the rest of the Jewish People? We don’t desire a long life.

M’zonei – sustenance: sustenance: we don’t need to ask You for food. As soldiers in the Russian army, the tzar supports us and provides us with our needs. So what do we ask for at this auspicious time?”

As tears streamed down his cheeks, the Cantonist cried out:

“There is only one thing that we ask for!” Then, in the traditional tune that is recognized in shuls throughout the world, he called out, “Yisgadal v’yiskadash sh’mei raba – We ask that the Name of Hashem be sanctified and that His name be recognized throughout the world.”

With tears freely flowing, he continued to recite the rest of the Kaddish.

After Yom Kippur, Tam and Chacham learned from that the Cantonist’s moving words what a person should truly pray for. Instead of focusing only on one’s own personal needs, we should pray that the Name of the Holy One blessed be He should be sanctified and that we should constantly bring about a kiddush HaShem in the world.

Yom Kippur Blessing

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ST11 A Rock and the King’s Greatness

Posted on Wednesday, 12, September, 2018Wednesday, 21, September, 2022 by Rabbi

Can a person be punished for injuring the king if he does not understand the greatness and power of the king?

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The General’s Shabbos

Posted on Friday, 7, September, 2018Friday, 22, December, 2023 by Rabbi

In a small Polish town there lived a Jewish innkeeper who was well known for being honest and very strong in his faith. One day, on a late Friday afternoon, a Russian General and his troops arrived in town. They were returning from fighting in a war, and settled in the town for a rest.

The sun had already set when the General sent his one of his aides to fetch some wine from the local Jewish innkeeper. From every Jewish house the Shabbos (Sabbath) candles were shining through windows, which cast an air of celebration and holiness. The general’s aide arrived at the inn and found it closed. He went to the innkeeper’s home and found him dressed in his Shabbos clothes.  The aide was welcomed in. “The General sent me to buy some of your best wine”, the aide said, taking out a roll of money. “I am very sorry”, the innkeeper replied. “We are now celebrating Shabbos – the Holy Sabbath Day. I do not do business on our holy day of Shabbos”. The aide returned to his General and told him that the Jewish innkeeper had refused to sell him wine because of the Shabbos. The General flew into a rage.

He immediately dispatched two soldiers to the innkeeper to warn him that if he still refused to sell them wine for the General, he would face the most serious consequences. The soldiers returned to the General without wine. “Why didn’t you bring me wine?!”, the General roared. The soldiers explained that they tried to buy wine, but the Jewish innkeeper  said he could not sell any wine on the holy Sabbath day. However, he sent the key to his wine cellar, and suggested that perhaps the General might wish to help himself to any of the wine as his guest.

How strange that innkeeper is!, the General thought. He would not sell me a bottle of wine, yet he is prepared to give away his entire wine-cellar. That little Jewish innkeeper has a great deal of brazenness. So the General decided to meet the Jewish innkeeper in person!

Shabbos

When the General came to the innkeeper’s house, he remained standing at the door as he absorbed the wonderful scene that met his eyes. The table was covered with a white cloth and laden with tasty dishes. The Shabbos candles shone brightly. The innkeeper, his wife and children were dressed in their Shabbos clothes; all faces aglow with delight. The General almost felt sorry to have disturbed this beautiful atmosphere. The innkeeper rose to meet the General and respectfully invited him to join in the feast. The general said to the innkeeper, “Don’t you know the severity of not selling wine to the army during war?” The Jewish innkeeper calmly answered, “To keep the Sabbath day holy is one of the Ten Commandments given to us by G-d, His command we must obey before any command by human kings and princes”. The General was greatly impressed. He sat down at the table and motioned his aide to do the same. Never in their lives had they enjoyed such a delicious meal.

Several years later, the Jewish innkeeper was arrested and falsely accused of spying against his country. He was in great danger of severe punishment or even death. One day, when he was in jail, the heavy door of his solitary cell opened, and a high official appeared. The tears which filled the innkeeper’s eyes blurred his vision, and he could not see the inspector very well. But the inspector gazed at him intently, and then exclaimed, “Why, this is my good friend the Jewish innkeeper. What are you doing here?” The Jewish innkeeper wiped his tears and looked in astonishment at the inspector. It suddenly dawned on him that this was none other than the General whom he had entertained in his house that Friday night many years before! “Believe me, your Highness, I have done no wrong. I have always minded my own business and took no part in any politics. I am innocent”, The innkeeper cried. The Chief Inspector assured him, “I have no doubt about  your innocence.  Rest assured that I shall leave no stone unturned to get you out of here. At last I shall be able to repay you for the friendship and hospitality you showed me that Friday night. I have never forgotten the experience of that evening”.

The General, now Chief Inspector, personally appeared before the investigating committee and vouched for the innocence of the Jewish innkeeper. He told them, in detail, of his experience with the innkeeper, and assured them that he had not the slightest doubt that the Jewish innkeeper had no part in any conspiracy. The Chief Inspector’s words, and his great influence in the highest spheres of the government, dispelled all the suspicion directed against the Jewish innkeeper and he was promptly released and sent home.

Great was the joy of the innkeeper’s family when he suddenly returned home. “How did this wonderful thing happen?” his wife asked. “The Queen has intervened in my behalf”, answered the Jewish innkeeper. “What Queen?”

 “The Shabbos Queen, of course” replied the innkeeper with a smile.

May all your tales end with Shalom (peace)

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The Shabbat Lion

Posted on Thursday, 16, August, 2018Friday, 15, December, 2023 by Rabbi

A widow and her four children lived in the city of Fez. Every day was a struggle to care for her children and she worked very hard in the market. Her oldest son, Shelomo, tried to help his mother by doing odd jobs, but there is only so much a young boy can do. His mother insisted that whatever he did, he was not to neglect his Torah studies.

Every week the widow would gather her children around the table on erev Shabbat and they would welcome the Shabbat Malka. There was always special food and such a feeling of peace throughout Shabbat.

Shelomo prayed and wished that the day would come that his mother did not have to work so hard. He tried real hard to keep the house neat and his brothers and sisters from arguing. One day a merchant came to the house with a letter from Fustat. Shelomo wondered who in faraway Mitzrayim (Egypt) knew his family.

He ran to the market carrying the mysterious letter to give to his mother. She took it, opened it and read it as tears trickled down her cheeks. Shelomo got angry that someone in a far off place made his mother cry.

The widow dried her tears and explained. It happened that they had a relative in Fustat who was very wealthy and left a fortune to them. She was glad about the wealth that could benefit her children, but was sad when she realized that she could not travel across the aṣ-ṣaḥrāʼ al-kubrá (the Great Desert) with her children. She would not be able to go to Fustat to retrieve the fortune.

Shelomo offered to go for his mother. The widow looked at her 12 year old son and admired his willingness, but he was still a boy. She felt that a boy could not survive a journey across the Great Desert and back. Shelomo reminded her that in a few short months he would be bar mitzvah and be considered a man in the Jewish community. The widow agreed to send her son to get the fortune in Fustat and bring it back.

The widow sold some of her jewelry and wrapped up food for her son’s journey and gave him directions and much advice. She approached a caravan leader for a ride and was assured that the caravan would stop for Shabbat, so Shelomo joined the group.

On Friday afternoon, after traveling many days through the Great Desert, Shelomo saw that the sun would be setting in an hour and the leader of the caravan was not stopping. “Excuse me sir, but are we not stopping?” he asked. The caravan leader answered, “Boy, I know this part of the desert and this is too dangerous of a place to stop.”

​The sun was moving lower on the afternoon horizon. The caravan was still in the dry desert wilderness, yet Shelomo got down off of his camel, and announced that he would remain in the desert for the next day so that he would not be m’chalel Shabbat – in violation of the Sabbath Day.

“What? Are you insane?” cried his fellow travelers. “The desert is no place for a boy to remain alone. The sun is hot, the wind is harsh, the land is dry, and there are wild beasts that will tear you to pieces. There are lions in the wilderness, which will gobble you up in one bite,” the caravan members said. “Not even a camel would want to stay.”

Shelomo put his faith in the Holy One, blessed be He and stayed. The caravan members stopped arguing and continued on their way to Fustat, leaving the boy to spend Shabbat alone in the Great Desert.

Minutes before Shabbat would begin, Shelomo took a stick and drew a circle in the sand around himself. There he said his evening prayers and ate his Shabbat seudah (Sabbath Meal). He thought about his mother blessing his brothers and sisters in the glow of the Shabbat candles.

As he completed his seudah  (meal), he saw a lion running toward him from a distance. He carefully watched the lion, but he was not afraid. He began his Grace after Meals, and as the lion approached the circle drawn around the boy, it simply stopped, crouched, and laid down. This lion did not come to eat the boy. The huge lion came to watch over him.

Shabbat Lion
 

In the morning, Shelomo awoke, prayed the Shacharit prayers, ate his meal and sang Shabbat songs. The lion kept watch throughout the day. After Shabbat, the lion approached the boy and crouched down. Shelomo understood that the lion was hinting that he should sit on its back. He placed his bags on the lion’s back, mounted the lion, and the lion galloped off with the boy across the desert.

Soon Shelomo and his bags caught up with the caravan. The members of the caravan were shocked and frightened, and many ran and hid behind their camels. They were not only surprised to see that the boy Shelomo had survived the desert, but he was riding on a lion and was able to overtake them in their journey across the desert.

“Come join us as we continue on to Fustat and we will definitely stop on Shabbat,” the caravan leader told Shelomo. He soon came to Fustat and returned to his mother in Fez under the watchful eye of the lion.

The widow was overjoyed at the return of he son and with the fortune they provided for many needs of the poor of Fez. Everyone came to celebrate the bar mitzvah of Shelomo and his mother said – “my son is a man.”

May all your tales end with Shalom (peace)

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The Shabbos Blessings and Special Guest

Posted on Thursday, 9, August, 2018Friday, 13, October, 2023 by Rabbi

Once, there lived a young couple named Ora Chaya and Avigdor. Avigdor was a peddler. Six days a week he would travel on foot from town to town, selling his merchandise. Ora Chaya stayed home and looked after their little cottage. On market days, she would go into town and sell vegetables from their garden. But on Friday afternoon, no matter how far he had traveled, no matter how little he had sold, Avigdor always made his way home, so that he and Ora Chaya could be together to celebrate Shabbos – the holy Sabbath Day.

As the sun inched down, Ora Chaya would recite the blessing and kindle the Shabbos candles. Together, they would welcome the Shabbos Kallah (Sabbath Bride) into their humble home, singing:

“Lecha dodi, likras kaloh penei shabbos nekabeloh… Boi vesholom ateres ba-alah, gam besimchoh uv’tzoholoh toch emunei am seguloh, boi kalah, boi, kalah; toch emunei am segulah, boi chalah, boi chalah.”

Come, my Beloved, to meet the Bride; let us welcome the Shabbos… Come in peace, O crown of her Husband, both with songs and gladness; among the faithful, the beloved people, come, O Bride, come, O Bride.

In the glowing light, they would bless each other in the ancient words:

May the L-rd bless you and keep you;

May the L-rd make his face shine upon you and be gracious to you; and

May the L-rd turn his face toward you and give you peace. (Numbers 6:24)

Avigdor would then sing the ancient tribute to his wife:

Eishes chayil mi yimtza ve-rachok mi-peninim michrah

Batach bah leiv ba’alah ve-shalal lo yech’sar…

Piha pas’echah ve-chachma ve-soras chesed al leshona.

Tzofiyah halichos beisa ve-lechem atzlus lo socheil.

A woman of valor, who can find? Far her value is far above that of rubies. Her husband’s heart trusts in her and he shall lack no fortune… She opens her mouth with wisdom and a lesson of kindness is on her tongue. She looks after the conduct of her household and never tastes the bread of laziness. (Proverbs 31: 10-11, 26-27)

Shabbos Kallah

Only then would Avigdor recite the Kiddush over the wine, recalling the Seventh Day, the Creation of the World and how G-d blessed it.  Only then would they break open the warm challah that Ora Chaya had baked. They would join hands across the wooden table, smiling at each other, they knew that no matter how hard life might be, they would always have this holy day to share for all their years together.

Often on a Friday afternoon, Ora Chaya would see Avigdor walking down the road with a friend, or some poor stranger who had nowhere to go for Shabbos. “We may be poor,” they would say to each other, “but we always have enough to welcome travelers or people in need to our home. There is always enough flour for the challah. There are always enough coins to buy the wine and the candles. We always have enough to welcome the Shabbos Kallah to our home. “

One year, the winter was colder than usual. A heavy snow had fallen, and for weeks the roads were covered with high drifts. Then the snow melted, and the mud made the roads impassable. It was hard for Avigdor to go on his usual rounds. Ora Chaya too, could not make her way to the marketplace. Little by little, the money they had saved for hard times had to be spent, until one week, they had almost nothing left. Finally, the roads began to dry. A warm and gentle spring sunlight began to shine on the frozen hills and valleys, and one day, old Avigdor threw his sack on his shoulder and set off to earn what he could for the week.

Ora Chaya bent over their patch of land and began to weed and hoe for the spring planting. On Friday morning, she set off for town to buy what little she could with their last coin. On the way, she met the town melamed (schoolteacher). He stopped her and said, “Good morning, Froy Ora Chaya. Over the winter, many of our books were damaged by the cold and melting frost. Could you give something for their repair?” Without a moment’s hesitation, Ora Chaya dropped her last coin into the melamed’s outstretched hand — for what could be more important than the learning of children?

Then she turned and made her way home. Surely, she thought to herself, there will be enough at home for our Sabbath meal. Sadly, when Ora Chaya reached home, there was little to be found. She searched in every corner. High up in the cupboard, she found an old bottle of wine, and two white candles. But search though she might, she could not find a speck of flour anywhere in the house. Soon Avigdor would be coming home, and there would be no challah in the house for the Sabbath! Never before had such a thing happened to them. Ora Chaya thought of running to a neighbor, but it was too late. In all the time she had spent in her search, the sun had been setting. It was almost sunset and she saw Avigdor coming up the road and with him was a guest. He must have met some poor traveler on his way, and now, she had nothing to offer them. No food had been prepared, and there was no challah!

Quickly, Ora Chaya set the table for three. She set the candlesticks in the middle, along with the Kiddush cup and the bottle of wine. The challah plate sat on the table. Oh, how empty it looked! Ora Chaya said a quick prayer to herself. “Somehow,” she whispered, “Ribbono shel olam (Master of the Universe) will provide.” Right outside the doorway, she spied two round stones. In a flash, Ora Chaya picked them up and put them on the challah plate, covering them with the embroidered cloth they always used. At least when Avigdor and their guest entered, it would feel like Shabbos!

Avigdor opened the door. With him was an old woman, her head covered with a broad kerchief. “See Ora Chayaleh, this poor woman was lost on the road. I have brought her here to spend the Sabbath with us.” Ora Chaya could not speak. She could not bring herself to tell Avigdor the truth: that their one pride and joy, their lovely Sabbath ceremony, would be flawed and lacking. She closed her eyes and recited the blessing over the candles. They sang the ancient prayers to each other and welcomed in the Sabbath Queen. Avigdor recited the Kiddush. All the while, their guest, the old woman, sat with her head down, not speaking a word, only whispering “Amen” after each blessing.

Shabbos Candles

Then Avigdor reached out his hand to uncover the challah loaves. Filled with shame, Ora Chaya put one hand over her mouth and reached out to stop him. “No Avigdor! They are only — ” when, quick as the wind, the old woman lifted off the cover herself. And there, on the plate, sat two golden, sweet-smelling loaves of challah, warm and shining on the table.

Ora Chaya stammered, “But, they were only stones, just a moment ago!”

The old woman let her kerchief fall. As she raised her eyes, she seemed to grow taller and younger. Avigdor and Ora Chaya stared at her in awe. Her hair shone brighter than the light from any candles, and a garland of flowers wreathed her head. It was the Shabbos Kallah, the Sabbath Queen herself, who had come to visit them!

She spoke to them, and her voice was sweet as a nightingale’s singing in the morning. “How often have you welcomed me into your house, with joy and gladness. Each Sabbath, you bless each other and the Creator of the World with love and peace in your hearts. How often have I longed to reward your faithfulness, and your kindness to others. Now I have a blessing for you:

May the Holy One, blessed be He watch over you both and keep you well, to perform many mitzvos (religious deeds). And when your days on earth have ended, may you celebrate Shabbos, together in Gan Eden (Garden of Eden, paradise), for all time to come.” And with that, she touched their bowed heads, waved her hands once over the candles, and vanished into the spring night.

Avigdor and Ora Chaya clasped their hands together. As they stood across from each other, gazing at one another in wonder, it seemed that the light of a thousand stars shone in each other’s eyes, and the peace of Shabbos surrounded them.

May all your tales end with Shalom (peace)

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The Widow’s Apples

Posted on Thursday, 2, August, 2018Wednesday, 21, September, 2022 by Rabbi

“Rabbi, holy rabbi, have mercy on me! Please, give me some money so I can have something to eat for myself and my children on Shabbos!” With these words, the woman who had burst into the rabbi’s house broke out into tears. “I don’t have a penny to buy food for my orphan children!”

“Why didn’t you come yesterday,” said the holy rabbi, “when I was giving tzedakah (charity) to all the poor people for Shabbos? Today, I don’t have even a copper coin to give you!”

”I’ve never taken money from anybody,” the woman said, “but today I had to come to you. I have a stand in the marketplace, not far from here, where I sell apples. With the money I make, I’m barely able to support myself and my children. Yesterday morning, with the little money I had, I bought a basket of apples from a peasant. I was hoping to earn enough money to buy something to eat for Shabbos. But rabbi, no one bought my apples. They say they’re no good!”

“No good!” cried the rabbi.” Chas v’chalila (Heaven forbid) someone would say that Hashem’s apples are no good? What do they mean?”

“Rabbi,” she pleaded, “I call out: ‘Apples, apples, delicious apples that have a taste like the Garden of Eden.’ But they say the apples are bad!”

The rabbi asked the poor woman where her stand was in the marketplace and told her to go back there, promising her that she would have money for what she needed for Shabbos.

A few minutes later, the buyers in the market saw that the holy rabbi was at the widow’s apple stand calling out loudly, “kum’t arein geshmak sheynim epls far Shabbos koidesh! Epls far farkoyf! kumen aun koyfn!” (Come around Delicious, beautiful apples for the holy Shabbos! Apples for sale! Come and buy!)”

Shabbos Apples

When people heard that the holy rabbi of the town was selling apples, a crowd quickly gathered at the widow’s stand. Everyone wanted to buy apples from the rabbi. In only a few minutes, all the apples were sold.

“Do you see?” said the rabbi to the woman, as he gave her the profits, “A word fitly spoken is like apples of gold in a setting of silver.” (Proverbs 25:11) the rabbi continued, “May you be blessed with gold and silver from the apples you sell and may your children grow strong like apple trees and always act with kindness and sweetness.”

May all your tales end with Shalom (peace)

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ST5 The Shabbos Candles

Posted on Wednesday, 25, July, 2018Wednesday, 21, September, 2022 by Rabbi

A special Shabbos story that will touch you very spirit. A little girl, Shabbos candles and her mother learn the beauty and warmth of Shabbos. Listen  and share your thoughts and comments

Shabbos candles

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Ahavas Chinam, Sinas Chinam and the Beis haMikdash

Posted on Wednesday, 18, July, 2018Wednesday, 21, September, 2022 by Rabbi

A Tale of Ahavas Chinam

Two brothers lived on two sides of a mountain. One was very wealthy but had no children, one had many children but was very poor.

The wealthy brother thought, I have so much and my brother has so little, let me secretly cross the mountain in the middle of the night and bring my brother extra crop. The poor brother said, I derive so much happiness from my children, let me secretly bring my brother some of my crop so he could have a little extra joy in this world.

Every night each of the brothers would secretly cross the mountain to bring their brother food. Every morning the brothers would inspect their stock to learn nothing was missing. Neither could explain the phenomena but they thanked the Holy One, blessed be He for His kindness and continued in their good will.

These nightly activities went on for years, until one night on top of the mountain, the brothers met. In that instant, in the dark of night, the glow of brotherly love lit up the mountain sky. They each understood what the other had been doing and fell into each other’s arms in a loving embrace. They Holy One. blessed be He looked upon this expression of brotherly love and declared, “On this spot of mutual love I wish to dwell. Here My Holy Temple will be built.”

Jerusalem Tisha b'Av

The main message of this ancient tale is one of brotherly love and ahavas chinam. We learn in Tehillim (Psalm 133:1)  “Hinei matov u’mah naim, sheves achim gam yachad, Behold, how good and how pleasant it is for brothers to dwell together in unity.” How appropriate that so many assume that the site of the Temple, which was destroyed because of sinas chinam, among other reasons, should have been chosen because of brotherly love.

A Tale of Sinas Chinam

There was a man who made a party. He instructed his servants to invite his friend Kamtza. His servants erred and invited his enemy Bar Kamtza. When Bar Kamtza arrived at the party the host was furious. He instructed his servants to throw him out.

Bar Kamtza, being very embarrassed pleaded with his host to allow him to stay and even offered to pay for his meal. The host wouldn’t hear of it, Bar Kamtza must leave. The guest begged him not to create a scene and offered to pay for half of the whole party. No way. He upped his proposition and offered to finance the entire price of the party but the host was still adamant.

Bar Kamtza was totally humiliated. He looked around and saw a room full of friends, at the head table were all the Rabbis. No one said a thing. In anger Bar Kamtza said, “Since the Rabbis were sitting there and did not stop him, this shows that they agreed with him. I will go and inform against them to the government”. One thing led to the other and Jerusalem was destroyed. (Gittin 55b-56a)

Jerusalem Tisha b'Av
 

From these two stories we learn a simple lesson of history. It was love of two men which caused Jerusalem to be built and hate between men which caused it to be destroyed.

Yerushalayim means city of peace. It came about through peace, its purpose is peace and was destroyed due to the lack of it.

Because of the love of brothers Jerusalem was selected. Because of causeless hate – Jerusalem was destroyed.

May all your tales end with Shalom (peace)

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The Strange Letter

Posted on Tuesday, 17, July, 2018Wednesday, 21, September, 2022 by Rabbi

The boys had gathered at the bottom of a mountain trail and saw in the distance a small building. “Wonder what it was?” questioned Yosaif. “it sure looks old.” Added Dovid. Another voice chimed, “Let’s go. What are we waiting for?” A deep voice said, “Boys let’s stay together and no running ahead. We want to have fun on our trek and not have anyone hurt. Okay?” That was Rabbi Siegel whom the boys wanted to spend part of their vacation in the Galil (northern part of Israel) with their favorite rebbe who told them great stories and taught them Torah.

Rabbi Siegel started the four boys up the mountain trail saying, “We’ll climb up to get a good look of the building. Then we’ll find a nice shady area to eat lunch and then do some learning.” Can we hear some great stories?” Asked Akiva. “Okay, do you boys remember we learned:

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answered the rabbi.

The boys seemed to be more interested in the old building an were not raelly listening to their rebbe.  Rabbi Siegel grinned at them, “I can see we won’t be leaving here until we’ve explored that deserted building — so let’s go.”

The boys climbed up the mountain trail, at one point they lost sight of the building. The sun beat down on them as Rabbi Siegel stopped and told the boys to gather around him. Some of the boys were breathing heavy and Rabbi Siegel told everyone to sit and rest a few moments and to drink water. The boys thought they rested forever, but it was only about ten minute and they started up the mountain trail again.

As they turn and climbed higher, suddenly they saw the old building. The boys rushed to the doorway of the ruin. Step­ping over the crumbled rocks, they found themselves in a rectangular room with stone benches jutting out of the walls. The roof was gone and weeds and wild flowers grew everywhere. They explored every inch of the old building, trying to figure out what this room had been.

Suddenly, Yosaif yelled, “Hey, guys! Look at this!” as he looked at a large black stone that seemed to be out of place.  “Help me move this stone”

Dovid got there first, pushing and pulling with Yosaif to move the large, flat  black stone that was covering a deep, narrow hole.

“Yaakov, shine your flashlight down here,” said Yosaif. At the bottom, out of reach of even the rebbe’s long arm was a rusty metal tube.

“How can we get it’?”

“What do you think it is?”

“I hope its not dangerous!” said Mendy, the class worrier, who was ignored as usual.

“You know what? It looks like an old Megillah case,”

“Come on boys let’s figure out a way to get the thing up.” Added Rabbi Siegel.

“I’ve got it!” said Yosaif, digging around in his backpack. “I’m glad I was too lazy to clean this thing out before I left. Does anyone have a rope?”

The boys looked at each other  “Nope, but maybe we can use the laces from my hiking boots” said Yaakov. They tied the boot laces together and then tied it to a large magnet Yosaif had produced and lowered it down the hole.

Everyone watched as the magnet was lowered into the hole and then they heard a click, “I think I got it, It’s coming up!” shouted Yosaif.

The boys brought the metal tube to Rabbi Siegel “Look at this,” he said. “The tube is sealed with clay at both ends.” He pushed gently on one of the clay seals and it slowly came off and there was a scroll rolled up inside. “It’s stuck . . . no, it’s coming out. It must be hundreds of years old!”

Not a sound was heard as Rabbi Siegel carefully pulled out the an­cient scroll and unrolled it. The boys crowded around him, so impressed at the discovery that, for a change, they all spoke quietly, almost in whispers.

“What is it?”

“Is it words?”

“It looks like a foreign language.”

The sunlight played on the scrawled writing that seemed so strange, it was truly a mystery. Rabbi Siegel began speaking in a quiet voice, the boys strained to hear each word.

“This looks like an ancient letter of some kind. It was deliberately hidden by someone in the hope that it would be found, and we have found it.”

“But we can’t read it,” interrupted Yaakov.

“I know, but I think I know someone who can. This is written in ancient Hebrew script. I can recognize a few of the letters. I have a friend who is an ex­pert in this field. If everyone agrees to skip the rest of our trek today, we can go see him. He’s not too far away; he lives in Tzefas.”

The boys were excited and raced down the mountain trail, piled into the car and sang the whole way to Tzefas.

They came to an old house and Rabbi Siegel knocked on the door. A tall man with long peyos wearing thick glasses opened the door. Seeing Rabbi Siegel, he wrapped him in a friendly bear hug. They clapped each other on the back as Rabbi Siegel told the boys that they had been chavrusas (study partners) many years ago. Explaining why they had come, Rabbi Siegel carefully un­rolled the scroll.

Rabbi Stern inspected it in amaze­ment using a thick magnifying glass. “This appears to be a child’s writing and the parchment seems at first glance to be from the time of the Second Bais Hamikdash. The script is an old hebrew used by most of the people of that time.” He placed it on his desk and took out a piece of paper, writing in modern Hebrew script as he read the ancient parchment.

About twenty minutes later he looked up, pure joy on his face. “This is an amazing find! Can I keep this to examine and analyze it?”

“Of course,” answered Rabbi Siegel. He picked up Rabbi Stern’s copy and turned to the boys, his eyes alight. “Just listen to this:

I write these words knowing that I will soon be killed, and I pray that someone will find them and know what happened to me, Uriel ben Hyrkanos, and my chaverim in this school founded by the Kohain Gadol (High Priest), Rabbi Yehoshua ben Gamla, about 150 years ago. We have studied Torah together with our melamed (teacher) for six years and four months. Until the Romans issued their harsh decrees against Torah learning, we studied in a wonderful way. The Sanhedrin sent messages throughout the land that children should not endanger themselves, but we wanted our studies to con­tinue no matter what the risk. The last few months we have had to meet secretly and in different places. To be found by the Romans meant certain death. Now we have been gathered together in this room, our beloved room, for two weeks. Our parents were taken away and we were warned not to return to our homes. Our food is gone, our bodies are weak, but still we learn Torah. The Romans are in our town, on our hill, near our school. We can hear their shouts, as they look for little children who cannot fight back, but whom they will kill for disobeying the Emperor’s cruel and senseless decree. How they hate us all for the simple reason that we are Hashem’s chosen people. But they can never destroy our Torah or our nation. I have seen men die in this terrible war. I am not afraid. We will learn up until our moment of death. Our melamed has taught us that Hashem loves the learning of young children — it is very sweet to Him. I fear that the Romans know this and that is why they con­tinue to search for our schools, To destroy our learning would be to destroy our nation. The footsteps come closer, my hand is shaking from weakness, but our chanting becomes stronger. I am putting this in the pit I have prepared. A future person might read it and put it in his heart. Perhaps he can tell others about our struggles to keep Torah alive. They have surrounded our room. Shema Yisrael….

Rabbi Siegel looked up, his eyes glistening with tears. The mouth of each boy hung open. Eyes were wide, faces white, their minds back in that little room where Uriel and his class­mates studied Torah until the Roman swords struck them dead.

Rabbi Siegel said, “Do you re­member the other teaching we learned?

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 And the children of that time knew it!”

Three nights later, four boys were back in their own beds having shared the extraordinary story with their families, classmates and friends. As they slept, each had a dream. A boy named Uriel ben Hyrkanos stood outside an abandoned building, smiling. “I am happy now,” he said. “My letter has been found and its message has been spread. Thank you, my friends.”

May all your tales end with Shalom (peace)

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Zadie’s Tisha b’Av Visit

Posted on Monday, 16, July, 2018Wednesday, 21, September, 2022 by Rabbi

Zadie was so special that when he entered a room the whole room was filled with a peaceful feeling. He made everything special and that’s why everyone loved and respected him. He came for a visit one year a few days before Tisha b’Av. There was a knock at the door and then Zadie came in, it was as though the sun had suddenly come out from behind the clouds. That was Zadie’s special smile. His beard seemed a little whiter, he walked slower, but looking at him made you feel so good.

We were the luckiest, because Zadie was staying in our home. I didn’t want to go to camp that summer—I didn’t want to miss a minute of Zadie’s visit. He told the most wonderful stories and spoke of secrets in the Torah. How proud I was to walk down the street with him.

It was erev Tisha b’Av, the first time I had to fast all day. When we went to shul, and sat down on the floor while listening to Megillas Eichah (Book of Lamentations), it was so sad that I really felt like crying. But then, I started feeling hungry, and was so ashamed of myself. So when we came home I went to sleep right away.

I woke up in the middle of the night and lay in bed, listening to a strange sound. It was someone crying. I put on a robe and, trembling, walked down the hall. The crying was coming from Zadie’s room. I tiptoed down the hall, knocked on his door and went in. He was sitting on the floor holding a sefer (book) on his lap and the pages were all wet from the tears streaming from his eyes.

I ran over and hugged him.

“Zadie, Zadie, what’s the matter?”

Zadie wiped his eyes and sighed. He gently pulled me down to the floor next to him. Putting his hand under my chin, he looked into my eyes.

“Mein ainickle mien tzaddikel (my grandson, my little holy one), I’m so sorry I woke you. It’s Tisha b’Av, you know, and I’m crying because of the destruc­tion of our Bais Hamikdash. (Holy Temple)” 

“But Zadie, aren’t things better already? After all, you’ve seen to Israel and many others Jewish people have gone there to live.”

“Please try to understand. No mat­ter how comfortable the Jewish people are, something is missing because Hashem is still angry with us for our sins. If Jewish people all over the world—and in Israel, too—would do teshuvah (Repentance), say prayers from their hearts and give tzedakah (Charity) and do chesed (kindness), then the true geulah (redemption) would come soon. Meanwhile, we are in galus (exile) wherever we live. And it’s such a long, bitter galus. Do you understand mien zissele ainickle (my sweet grandson)? Now go back to sleep, and I’ll also go to sleep now. And do me a favour, please don’t tell anybody I woke you up. All right? I’m sorry.”

The next day, it was not hard for me to fast. I kept thinking about Zadie’s prayers, and his talk with me and I tried to pray better, too.

Shabbos Nachamu (“Sabbath of comfort/ing) came very soon. It was a very special a happy Shabbos! Zadie sat next to Taty at the head of the table, singing zemiros (Shabbos songs) loudly, as happy as I’ve ever seen him. I couldn’t understand it! He must have seen my confusion, because after “bentching” (Grace after meal), he took me out to the back porch and we sat on the top step together.

“Zadie, tell me. First you’re so hap­py, then so sad, then so happy.”

“Listen to me carefully my beloved grandson. Every day I say Ani Ma’amin (The Thirteen Principles of Jewish Belief) which begins Ani ma’amin be-emunah shelemah (“I believe with complete faith”) and it gives me strength to be happy. I know in my heart that Mashiach (Messiah) will come any day, but can I help crying on Tisha b’Av when we remember the destruction of the Bais Hamikdash and all the Jewish suffering thousands of years? Can I help crying for our Father in Heaven to have pity on us?

“But today, on Shabbos Nachamu. We read in the Haftorah how Hashem promises us that soon, very soon, our sins will all be forgiven and the Shechinah (Hashem’s Presence) will come back to our Holy Land. We have to believe that the galus will end soon, very soon—if we first prepare ourselves for it.

“It’s so true, I believe it with my whole heart. But remember, you have to prepare for it.”

Zadie has not been here for many years, but I hope I will never forget what he said as long as I live.

May all your tales end with Shalom (peace)

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