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The Ingredient of Love

Posted on Thursday, 18, July, 2024 by Rabbi

There is a special connection between the manna that fell in the desert during the 40 years of wandering and Shabbos. There is a mystical quality within our means that can affect how we taste our food – that quality is love.

The manna was an extraordinary gift from the Holy One, blessed be He as it is recorded that He said, “Even before I gave you the mitzvos (10 Commandments) I provided their reward, (Exodus 16:5) ‘On the sixth day when they prepare (for the holy Sabbath Day) what they bring in, it will be twice as much as they gather on other days.”. (Mekhilta d’Rabbi Yishmael 19:2)

The very nature of the manna was unique to meet the tastes of every individual. We learn that, “Rabbi Yose bar Chanina said, “If you wonder about this thing, learn from the manna, as it would only come down according to the strength of each and every one of Israel: the young men would eat it like bread, as it is stated (Exodus 16:4), ‘Behold I will rain upon you bread from the skies, etc.’; the elders like a wafer in honey, as it is stated (Exodus 16:31), ‘and its taste was like a wafer in honey’; the sucklings like the milk of its mother’s breast, as it is stated (Numbers 11:8), ‘and its taste, was like the taste of, etc.’; the sick ones like fine flour mixed with honey, as it is stated (Ezekiel 16:19), ‘And My bread that I gave you, fine flour and oil I fed you’; and the idolaters tasted it bitter and coriander, as it is stated (Numbers 11:7), ‘And the manna was like coriander seed.’ “(Midrash Exodus Rabbah 5:9) The Holy One, blessed be He prepared the people with the physical and spiritual energy to receive the Torah as they stood at the foot of Mount Sinai, Rabbi Yose bar Rabbi Chanina further said, “And since the manna which was one type switched to many types because of the need of each and every one, all the more so, the voice that had strength in it would change for each and every one, so that that they would not be injured, as it is stated (Exodus 20:18), ‘And all the people saw the voices.'” (Midrash Exodus Rabbah 5:9)

There was a man in the village who always seemed to be in good spirits. When Friday came, he seemed to be surrounded by a holy light. Many would ask, “How can such a poor man be so happy?” Others wondered, “Is he so spiritual a person that his face should shine in this manner?”

In the village, a student watched the poor man, who appeared to have no worries. One Friday evening, as the sun was setting and Shabbos was about to begin, he decided to follow him home and maybe learn the secret of the poor man’s cheerfulness.

The man entered a small hut with a battered old door and greeted his wife with a hearty “Good Shabbosl” Looking through the window, the young student saw very little furniture that reflected the poverty of the household. A wooden table was covered with a plain white cloth, and the two candles shed a warm glow. The man sang Shalom Aleichem, welcoming the angels to bring peace into his house for Shabbos. He looked at his wife, dressed in a plain blue dress with a lace collar, and smiled. He then sang Aishes Chayil (a Woman of Valor – Proverbs 31: 10-31). His wife seemed to be surrounded by a special light – the Shabbos Kallah (bride). Then he said to his wife, “Please bring the special wine.”

The wife brought two loaves of course, dark bread. He washed his hands and recited the proper blessing, then chanted the Kiddush – the blessing recited to sanctify the Sabbath Day. (If one has no wine, one may recite the Kiddush on bread.) After he ate some of the bread and offered some to his wife, he said, “We have never yet had such a fine wine! Can you please bring in the fish?”

Moments later, the wife served him a small portion of beans. “Mm!” he exclaimed, smacking his lips. “This fish is unusually delicious.” He sang a Shabbos song and said, “I’m ready for the soup.” The wife appeared with another dish of beans. The man complimented his wife, “This soup is exceptionally good.” He sang another Shabbos song and asked, “Can we have the roast meat and tzimmis?” His wife brought in a steaming dish. “How wonderful the roast meat and tzimmis are,” he said with a smile.

The young student reflected on all he had seen and heard, thinking, “The generation that wandered in the desert had the manna, a food from heaven, in which they could taste anything they wished. This man’s love for the Holy One, blessed be He, for Shabbos, and for his wife have enabled him to reach a level of spirituality so lofty that he can taste the finest delicacies in the simplest of foods.”

Is such a level of spirituality attainable? It is, but few realize the blessing as it is written, “Yet he commanded the skies above, and opened the doors of heaven; He rained down on them manna to eat, and gave them the grain of heaven. People ate of the bread of angels; he sent them food in abundance.” (Psalm 78: 23-25)

May we all experience the love and joy that comes with Shabbos.

Tzimmes

Tzimmes

2 sweet potatoes cut into thin slices

½ cup packed brown sugar

2 potatoes cut into thin slices

1 tablespoon ground cinnamon

2 medium carrots, cut into 1/2-inch slices

2 teaspoons ginger

2 Granny Smith Apples

¼ teaspoon cloves

2 Granny Smith Apples,sliced

¼ teaspoon nutmeg

1/2 Cup Golden Raisins

1/8 – 1/4 teaspoon kosher salt

½ to ¾ cup orange juice

1/8-1/4 teaspoon pepper

1 cup water

3 tablespoons margarine or shmaltz

½ cup honey

1. Preheat oven to 350°.

2. Grease a baking dish or Dutch oven

3. In a bowl, combine sweet potatoes, carrots and apples. Combine orange juice, water, honey, brown sugar, shmaltz and spices; mix into vegetables.

4. Cover and bake for 2 hours or longer. Uncover; dot with butter.

5. After first hour, uncover and stir every 2o minute to prevent sticking.

6. Vegetables should be tender, and sauce is thickened when done

L'kovod Shabbos

May all your tales end with Shalom (peace)

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A Cloth to Remember

Posted on Tuesday, 26, March, 2024 by Rabbi

Jacob’s father was a tailor. When he was a young boy, Jacob would spend many days in his father’s shop, learning how to cut and sew cloth. As time drew on, Jacob started to dream of a coat he would like to make for himself. He planned just how it would look and what fabric he would love. As he grew older, he saved any coins he earned from working in his father’s shop. Finally, after many years, he had enough money to buy the fabric he wanted.

When Jacob had the cloth, he worked and worked on his coat. He spent many nights measuring, cutting, sewing, and pressing, until his fine coat was complete. He was so proud of his work and happily showed his father. His father inspected Jacob’s work and then patted him on the back. “Well done Jacob, you have become a fine tailor,” he told his son.

Jacob loved his coat dearly. He happily wore it through the long, cold winters, and it kept him oh so warm. Years passed, and one winter, whilst walking in the snowy marketplace, Jacob saw a woman shivering with only a thin shawl to keep out the cold. Jacob went to her and offered her his coat to keep her warm. He slowly walked her home, chatting all the way. Sara was about his age, and Jacob learned they had much in common. Two years later, they were married!

Jacob started his own little tailor’s shop in the house he shared with his new wife. Winters passed, and he continued to wear the coat. Jacob wore and wore his coat until it was quite worn out. One day he picked it up and said sadly to Sara, “This old coat has been so special to me. It was my dream to make it, and it also made my father so proud. All those years ago, it also helped me to meet you. But now there is nothing left.

But then Jacob laughed as he looked at his coat more closely. “But yet there is just enough left!”. He rushed into the shop and began cutting and sewing. Early the next morning, he emerged with a jacket, made from the fabric of his old coat.

Jacob loved the jacket dearly. He wore it often. Time passed, and Sara gave birth to two little girls. The following winter, when Jacob saw the first snowflakes start to fall, he rushed outside with his two daughters tucked under his jacket. Together they all twirled in the falling snow, laughing as the snowflakes landed on their noses and tongues.

Jacob continued to wear his coat for years and years until Sara noticed that it was looking all worn out. Jacob looked sadly at the beloved jacket, “I will never forget how this jacket kept us warm whilst the twins and I danced together in the first snow. But you are right, it is all worn out. There is nothing left.” but then, with a little laugh Jacob said, “but, there is just enough!”.

Again, Jacob rushed to the shop. He cut and sewed the fabric from the jacket until he emerged with a neat little cap. It looked so smart, and he was so proud to wear it. He wore it nearly every day!

Years passed, and there was a famine in the land. No one had money for new clothes, and Jacob’s family had very little money for food. They rarely had anything sweet to eat, they mostly had cabbage, potatoes, and beans. But one day, whilst walking in the woods, they came across a thicket of blackberries. The berries looked so juicy and sweet, that they longed to bring some home with them. But they had nothing to put them in! Then Jacob remembered his cap. He took it off his head, and together, the family filled it to the brim with the beautiful, sweet fruit. Back home, they made a delicious blackberry pie, and at dinner time, they enjoyed every bite.

And so time passed. Jacob’s daughters grew up, and his hat became threadbare. One day he looked at the beloved cap and found himself saying, “it is all worn out. There is nothing left”. But then he chuckled and rushed into the shop. Again he began cutting and sewing. Hours later, he emerged wearing a sweet little bowtie, made from the fabric he salvaged from his beloved hat.

Jacob wore his bow tie everywhere. He wore it to his daughter’s wedding. He wore it when he met his first grandchild. And, when his granddaughter was old enough to talk, she sat on his knee and played with the little bow tie. “Granddaddy, do you have a butterfly on your shirt,” she told him. He then took off the bow tie and pretended it was a butterfly every time he saw his granddaughter.

One day, when Jacob’s hair was gray, he returned home from the market, and Sara asked him, “Where is your bow tie?”. He felt his neck, but the bow tie was not there. He quickly retraced his steps through the market, but try as he could, he did not find the bow tie. Sadly, Jacob returned to his house and went to bed without eating any dinner.

The next morning Jacob refused to get out of bed. He just felt so sad without the bow tie. “What’s the use? The cloth I loved so much is gone. It has been with me for so many years, but now there is nothing left. Nothing! I have lost so many dear memories.”

Sara quietly left the house and went to visit their daughters. She returned with the grandchildren, who plopped themselves on their grandpa’s bed. But he looked sadly at them, saying, “I cannot play today, I am just too sad”.

“Father, please tell us one of the stories about the cloth. Your grandchildren do not know the stories” his daughter asked.

Memories

“Oh but it is too sad”, he replied.

The children begged, and eventually, he gave in. He told them of how he worked so hard to save the money he had needed to buy the cloth. He told them of how the coat he had made was so smart and warm. Of how the coat had helped him to meet his beloved wife He told them of how it had kept his daughters warm whilst they danced in the falling snow. He told them of the cap full of berries that they had picked. As he recalled these memories, they brought a smile to his face.

“Granddaddy, you made the bow tie into a butterfly. Maybe it flew away,” his granddaughter said to him with a smile.

Jacob sighed and gave her a hug. “Yes, it seems it did fly away. But you have helped me to realize that the memories have not flown away. They will be with me always. There are just enough memories to make a story, and that will be with us forever if you will help me to keep it safe”. Jacob hugged his family and got out of bed.

The story was passed down through the family for many generations.

May all your tales end with Shalom (peace)

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Tell it to your children, and let your children tell it to their children, and their children to the next generation. (Joel 1:3)

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A Tale of Two Sisters

Posted on Monday, 4, December, 2023 by Rabbi

Once, there were two sisters who married and lived in towns distant from each other. As often happens with siblings, one sister found herself quite wealthy, while the other was very poor. Because of the great distance that separated them, they could see each other only once every several years. When that happened, each one would tell the other everything that had happened since the previous encounter.

Once when the poor sister went to visit the wealthy one, she was stunned at her wealthy sister’s appearance. “Why do you look so run down?” she inquired. “You are prosperous, with nothing to worry about. You always have everything you want. So why do you look so terrible?”

The wealthy sister opened her heart to her poor sister and told the bitter story of her life, the one she had hidden for so many years. The poor sister was aghast. She could hardly believe what she was being told. But her wealthy sister assured her that the entire story was true, that she had never found happiness in her life.

Psalm 128:2

“What is the use of all this money” she wept, “if it does not help me find happiness? ‘Wakefulness over wealth wastes away one’s flesh, and anxiety about it drives away sleep.’ (Sirach 31:1) l can tell only you, my sister, the truth. My wealthy husband treats me horribly. He makes my life miserable. He treats me with no respect, humiliating me at every opportunity. Sometimes I don’t even know how I go on living this way. You ask me why I look so terrible. It is from living this lie. You may have a hard life, always worried about household expenses. Yet you look calm and serene. It is you who are really wealthy.”

“Well, you are right, my dear sister,” said the other. “It is all the result of my husband. We work hard, but we work together. He has a wonderful disposition, far better than mine. It is he who makes my life so peaceful-even with all of our financial worries. My husband and I are blessed as it is written, ‘You shall eat the fruit of the labour of your hands; you shall be happy, and it shall go well with you.’ (Psalm 128:2)

May all your tales end with Shalom (peace)

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Tell it to your children, and let your children tell it to their children, and their children to the next generation. (Joel 1:3)

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Chanukah

The Season of Lights – Chanukah is coming very quickly as it begins at Sundown On December 18, 2022.

Most people in the Jewish communities throughout the world can rattle off a list of Chanukah traditions such as lighting the menorah each night; playing dreidel games; eating foods cooked in oil (latkes and Sufganiot); and exchanging gifts.

An age old tradition is telling stories in the glow of the Chanukah menorah. The stories tell of greatness, nobility, and wisdom while at the same time raising the hopes for a better tomorrow.

The very backdrop to the spiritual stories is attractive to its readers allowing one to peek into the beliefs, and lifestyles of a vanishing age of a faraway world and reminding them that the messages are eternal – just as strong today as they were yesterday.

The book, Story Tour: The Journey Begins will remind readers of forgotten stories of faith that strengthen and reaffirm hope for a better world.

Buy a copy of Story Tour: The Journey Begins as a gift for someone special today. Story Tour: The Journey Begins is available from the publisher, Xlibris, Booksamillion, Barnes & Noble, and Amazon

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The True Son

Posted on Monday, 12, September, 2022 by Rabbi

There was a woman who cautioned her reckless daughter, saying: “If you act shamelessly, do so only in secret in order that your husband should never know it, just as I myself did. For I have ten children, of whom only one is your father’s.”

Her husband heard her as she spoke to her daughter and kept his anger and pain to himself. He determined to remain quiet but remembered every word his faithless wife had said.

At his death he willed that all his wealth and property should be given only to one of his children, but he did not state to which, for he did not know which one was his own child.

After his death, all ten of his children began to argue with one another. One said: “The property is mine!” While others said: “All the wealth is mine” So they came to Rabbi Bana’ah to judge between them as to who was heir to the wealth and property left by the father. He listened and instructed the ten sons: “Do what I tell you, for this is a matter which no man can properly judge. Go to your father’s grave and fling stones and beat it until he reveals which of you it was to whom he was leaving his wealth and property.”

Deuteronomy 5:16

When they heard this, nine of them went and began beating the grave with sticks. One man who really was his son said: “Heaven forbid that I should strike at my father! Far better for me to lose the all the property and wealth than shame my father.” The young man continued, We are taught, ‘Honor your father and your mother, as the L-rd your G-d has commanded you, so that you may live long and that it may go well with you’ (Deuteronomy 5:16).” When Rabbi Bana’ah, the judge, saw this, he awarded him the all the wealth and property.

So consider how this accorded with the words of Job (24:15): “And the eye of the adulterer watches for night, saying, No eye shall see me; and in secret he sets his face.” One who dwells in secret sets an end to the thing, so that it is revealed in the future. Therefore let your children be taught about modesty and purity.

Based on Bava Basra 58a

May all your tales end with Shalom (peace)

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Tell it to your children, and let your children tell it to their children, and their children to the next generation. (Joel 1:3)

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A Daughter’s Memory

Posted on Wednesday, 26, January, 2022Tuesday, 20, September, 2022 by Rabbi

I was slowly eating breakfast at the college cafeteria when my father died on a remote trail, on the other side of the country.

He loved hiking trails and being outside, but I didn’t even know until two days later. With a busy class schedule and studying in the library I had forgotten to check my phone. When I finally managed to recharge my phone, I and saw all the missed calls and text messages.

My mother told me over the phone, such terrible news. I was so unprepared for such news. I am too young to be without a father, and yet here I sit so devastated.

My father lived through a war, was always willing to help others and taught people of all ages and yet he was gone.

All the answers to all the questions I hadn’t asked him yet, now lost forever, because I assumed he would always be there.

In my mind’s eye, I had seen him, old but never frail, many years from now, still ready whenever I needed him to console me, advise me, disapprove of my boyfriends. Instead, I found myself rushing back home, unable to stop the flow of tears that seemed to come without me even realizing it half the time.

I cried all the way back home, I cried my tears as meals were left untouched, I cried until it was time to say goodbye.

The sun was high in the sky, such a day that he would go hiking or fishing. I was so angry, it should have been raining, something to match the tears welling up in my eyes and so I cried some more.

Mourning Grief
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People gathered I had never seen before came to say goodbye, and I heard others crying for him. The casket was draped with a flag, some of his veteran friends came and gently folded it and gave it to me. I was numb and my heart was breaking. I was so glad for the many people that shared this sadness with me, it is so heavy upon my shoulders I needed others to carry me for a while.

In the time after we said our goodbyes, my emotions went from one place to another. At times, I was angry at him for leaving, even though he never wanted to leave. Mostly, I was angry at myself for letting slip past so many opportunities to spend time with him, learn from him, talk to him.

I would never get another chance to do so, but I can still hear him talk to me. I know what he would say when I was challenged by life, his voice now has more authority than ever, because I now realize that he was more often right than I would admit.

 

A thing like this breaks your heart. It is beyond words, something that cannot be explained unless you have been there yourself. No one can imagine the pain of losing someone you love, but reality surpasses all imagination, and how I wish it wasn’t so.

My father loved to cook and he would tell such stories at the table. Everyone would become lost in the magic he wove and the lessons of the stories that before you knew it, it was the wee hours of the morning and everyone wanted more.

He taught me to a lot, yet kept many secrets. His wisdom may live on in me and I try to be a better person. He was here and touched so many people and I want you to know he lives on in his stories.

May his stories bring you peace.

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Tell it to your children, and let your children tell it to their children, and their children to the next generation. (Joel 1:3)

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A Coat’s Tale

Posted on Monday, 13, December, 2021Tuesday, 20, September, 2022 by Rabbi

Joseph’s father was a tailor and as a young boy Joseph would spend days in his father’s shop, learning how to cut and sew cloth. After some time, Joseph dreamed of a coat he would like to make for himself. He planned just how it would look and what fabrics he would use. He saved up the money he earned from working in his father’s shop. Finally, after many years, he had enough money to buy the fabric he wanted.

When Joseph had the cloth he wanted, he worked on his coat. He spent many nights measuring, cutting, sewing, and pressing, until his fine coat was finished. Joseph was so proud of his coat, he rushed to show it his father. His father looked at every stitch of the coat, smiled and said, “Well done Joseph, you have become a fine tailor”.

Joseph loved his coat very much and wore it through the long, cold winters. The coat kept him very warm. Years passed and one winter, while walking through the snowy marketplace, Joseph saw a woman shivering with only a thin shawl to keep out the cold. Joseph went to her and offered her his coat to keep her warm. He slowly walked her home, talking all the way. Sara was about his age, and Joseph learned they had a lot in common. Two years later they were married.

Joseph opened his own tailor’s shop in the house he shared with his new wife. Winters passed and he always wore his coat. Joseph wore his favorite coat until it was very worn out. One day he picked it up and said sadly to Sara, “This old coat has been so special to me. It was my dream to make it and it also made my father so proud. All those years ago it also helped me to meet you. But now there is nothing left”.

Then Joseph had an idea and looked at his coat very closely. He realized that he had enough left of his favorite coat to make something special. He rushed into the shop and began cutting and sewing. Early the next morning he appeared wearing a jacket, made from the fabric of his old coat.

Joseph loved the jacket greatly, and he wore it often. Time passed and Sara gave birth to two little girls. The following winter, when Joseph saw the first snowflakes start to fall, he rushed outside with his two daughters tucked under his jacket. Together they all played in the falling snow, laughing as the snowflakes landed on their noses and cheeks.

Joseph continued to wear his coat for many years, until Sara noticed that it was looking a bit worn out. Joseph looked sadly at the beloved jacket, “I will never forget how this jacket kept us warm while the twins and I danced together in the first snow.” With a sigh, Joseph looked at his worn-out jacket and then he realized that there was just enough fabric to do something with.

Joseph rushed to the shop. He cut and sewed the fabric from the jacket until he emerged with a neat little cap. It looked so special, he wore it nearly every day.

Years passed and hard times fell on Joseph’s family. They had very little money for food. One day, while walking in the woods, they came across a brier of blackberries. The berries looked so juicy and sweet. They wanted to bring some home with them, but they had nothing to put them in. Then Joseph had an idea and took off his cap and together the family filled it to the brim with blackberries. Back home they made a delicious blackberry pie and at dinner time they enjoyed every bite.

Joseph’s daughters grew up and his cap became threadbare. One day he looked at the treasured cap and saw that it was all worn out and it was beyond repair. Joseph looked at his cap for a long time and then rushed into the shop. He began cutting and sewing. Hours later he emerged wearing a bowtie, made from the fabric he saved from his beloved cap.

Joseph wore his bowtie everywhere. He wore it to his daughters’ weddings. He wore it when he held his first grandchild. When his granddaughter was old enough to talk, she sat on his knee and played with the bowtie. She asked, “Grandpa, do you have a butterfly on your shirt?” He then took off the bowtie and pretended it was a butterfly every time he saw his granddaughter.

One day, when Joseph’s hair was gray, he returned home from the market and Sara asked him “where is your bow-tie?”. He felt his neck, but the bowtie was not there. He quickly retraced his steps through the market but try as he could he did not fine the bowtie. Sadly, Joseph returned to his house and went to bed without eating any dinner.

Story Memories

The next morning Joseph refused to get out of bed. He just felt so sad without the bowtie. “What’s the use? The cloth I loved so much is gone. It has been with me for so many years but now there is nothing left. Nothing! I have lost so many dear memories.”

Sara quietly left the house and went to visit their daughters. She returned with the grandchildren, who plopped themselves on their grandpa’s bed. But he looked sadly at them, saying “I cannot play today, I am just too sad”.

His daughter turned to him and asked, “Can you please tell us one of the stories about the cloth? Your grandchildren do not know the stories.”

“Oh, but it is too sad”, he answered.

The children begged and eventually he gave in. He told them of how he worked so hard to save the money he had needed to buy the cloth. He told them of how the coat he had made was so smart and warm. Of how the coat had helped him to meet his beloved wife He told them of how it had kept his daughter’s warm while they danced in the falling snow. He told them of the cap full of berries that they had picked. As he recalled the many memories, they brought a smile to his face.

“Grandpa, you made the bow-tie into a butterfly. Maybe it flew away” his granddaughter said to him with a smile.

Joseph sighed and gave her a hug. “Yes, it seems it did fly away. But you have helped me to realize that the memories have not flown away. They will be with me always. There are just enough memories to make a story and that will be with us forever if you will help me to keep it safe”. Joseph hugged his family and got out of bed.

There are many memories and stories throughout life. Share those memories and stories so they can come alive with each retelling. If the stories are not shared, they will be lost.

May all your tales end with Shalom (peace)

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Tell it to your children, and let your children tell it to their children, and their children to the next generation. (Joel 1:3)

Rachmiel Tobesman is a motivational speaker and Maggid (spiritual Storyteller). He is available for speaking engagements or storytelling, Click here to contact us

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The Mountain of Treasures – A Jewish Tale from Morocco Part II

Posted on Wednesday, 3, November, 2021Tuesday, 20, September, 2022 by Rabbi

The next morning cries for help were heard from inside the mountain, and when it was discovered that the princess was missing, the king under­stood it must be the voice of his daughter they heard. Then he commanded his soldiers to take shovels and pickaxes to dig into the mountain to pull her out. Sadly, every shovel and pickaxe broke against the mountain, and before long even the king accepted they would never save the princess that way. Then the king announced that anyone who could free the princess would be wed to her and would also receive half his kingdom. Many journeyed to the mountain and sought to free the princess one way or another, but none of them succeeded in making the mountain open, and the princess remained trapped inside.

Now in that kingdom there was a clever lad whose name was Yosef, and although his family was poor, he always managed to find something so that they never went hungry. One day Yosef was walking in the marketplace when he heard an old woman cry out that she had an oud to sell. But every­one who looked at the oud only laughed in her face, for it was very old and battered, and besides, it was missing all of its strings. Now Yosef had only three copper coins in his pocket, but he said to himself: “The oud is old and worn, but I could polish it, and someday, when I have more money, I will buy strings and play it.”

So Yosef approached the old woman, and offered three copper coins for the old oud. The old woman accepted the offer at once. Then she mo­tioned for him to come closer, and she whispered in his ear: “This is a fine oud you have bought, my lad, for it is a magic oud. But for it to perform its magic, it requires golden strings, for no others will do.” Then the old woman turned to go and disappeared in the crowded marketplace. And even though Yosef ran after her, he could not find her, and he was sorry she had left before he could ask her what kind of magic the oud could do, and now it was too late.

It was at that time that the princess had become trapped in the golden mountain, and the king sought help in setting her free. Like many others, Yosef liked to imagine how wonderful it would be if he was the one who freed her. And even though he had no idea how to do this, Yosef decided to go to the golden mountain to see for himself. So he took leave of his parents, took his only possession, the stringless oud, and set out on his journey.

Meanwhile the princess had begun to despair of ever escaping from the cavern. At first she had hoped that those trying to get her out would suc­ceed, for she was able to listen to all their comments with the aid of her magic seashell. In this way she soon discovered that they had failed, and learned that the king, in his desperation, had offered her hand to whoever succeeded in releasing her. Then it occurred to the princess that she might be able to open the mountain from within by pronouncing the spell, but this too failed, for the spell was effective only from the outside. Soon after she had become trapped there, she searched through the cavern of treasures to see if there was anything to eat or drink, and she found a spring deep in the cavern, which had its source inside the mountain. So, too, did she find growing next to it a carob tree, which sustained her. And to pass the time she put the golden seashell to her ear, and heard in it all that her parents and others in the kingdom said about her, and learned how much they grieved over what had happened. So too did she listen to the lectures of wise men all over the world, for she had not lost her love for learning. And in this way several months passed, with the princess no nearer to freedom than she was in the first place.Jewish Stories

Then one day the boy Yosef arrived at the golden mountain. He saw the crowds that gathered there during the day, because what had happened to the princess had made it a famous place. But when it grew dark, they all left and returned to town, leaving Yosef alone there, for he had nowhere else to go. He found a place for himself on the ground and was about to go to sleep when he suddenly saw something glint in the moonlight. And when he arose and went over to see what it was, he was amazed to find a long, golden thread—the very one that had become caught in the thorn bush as the princess had entered the cavern. Yosef carefully pulled the golden thread from the bush without pricking his fingers on the thorns, and when he had it in his hand it occurred to him that he might try to string his oud with it. For, after all, the old woman had told him its magic would work only with golden strings. And when he had strung the oud, he found that the golden thread was just long enough to serve for all its strings.

So it was that as midnight arrived Yosef plucked the strings of the magic oud for the first time. And all at once it sang out with a melodious voice, almost human, and each time he plucked a string, it sang out another word, of something that sounded to Yosef like a spell. Suddenly he heard a loud rumbling. Then the princess, who had heard every word pronounced by the magic oud with the aid of the golden shell, hurried outside, and ran straight to the boy who had released her, and embraced him, and thanked him again and again for setting her free.

Then Yosef and the princess returned to the palace, he with his magic oud, and she with her magic seashell, and when the king saw that his be­loved daughter had been freed, he was overjoyed. So too did he keep his promise, and soon there was a lavish wedding at which Yosef and the princess were wed. And the princess soon found out that the clever Yosef loved to learn as much as she did, and she taught him all that she knew, so that one day he became the wise ruler of that kingdom, where he was admired and respected by all.

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The Story of the Speaking Head: Part II Trap Sprung and the Escape

Posted on Thursday, 17, June, 2021Tuesday, 20, September, 2022 by Rabbi

Part II Trap Sprung and the Escape

Now let us return to the young bridegroom in the tower. When he entered this last little room with the books he had no more than crossed the threshold when the man abandoned him; and as the door closed behind him, he heard a voice, sighing: “Alack and alas, you have also been tricked like me, you unhappy one. Now that you have come here you will never depart alive.” The boy was struck dumb with horror, wondering whose voice that could be. He raised his eyes and saw a very old head, just a head unattached to any body. It was this head that spoke to him.

The head went on: “Whom do you have here? A bride, a mother-in-law or a father-in-law? Where are they? This is the abode of Lilith of the other side, a place of impurity. All those your eyes have seen are merely snares of the soul who wish to make an end of the world, and here there is nothing but images and witchcraft.”

The head went on: “I also was a child prodigy, and in the best years of my youth they lured me into this trap and caught me in their net to serve them as a mouthpiece before God. They have unholy names from the idols that belong to Jeroboam ben Nebat, who caused Israel to sin. Once in eighty years they cut off the head of a child prodigy who is the first-born son of a first-born. They do this when he is thirteen years and a day old, then they place the unholy names under his tongue, and he declares the things that are to come hereafter (Isaiah 41:23) and forecasts the future for them. Now the years of my slavery are over, and they have taken you instead. Look around and see how they have prepared wine for a libation; and the many lights that are burning in the room are only for me.”

Terrified and trembling, the lad heard all this, then he girded up his strength and asked the head: “If you have told me all this, then please tell me now what I should do? Is there any remedy for me?” “There is nothing better for you,” answered the head, “than to flee for your soul through this window. If you do not flee for your life tonight, you will be slain tomorrow and placed at my post instead of me. I advise you, and may the Lord be your aid, that when you jump through the window you take me in your arms so that I can tell you what road to take. For otherwise you will not be safe. Understand that if I am not with you, then if one of those men comes and asks me where you are, I must tell him at once where he can find you. So if you will listen to me, you will do wisely.

Isaiah 41:23

“And now swear to me that when you return home to your father you will do me a last kindness and bury my head in a Jewish grave and say the Kaddish prayer as a memorial to my soul and that you will do all that is proper and fitting for my soul.”

The boy swore this to him. Then he opened the window and jumped out, carrying the severed head. They flew high above the castle and escaped away. The boy was frightened; from time to time the head declared, “Now we are here, at such and such a place, start running fast, for those who would trap your soul have just come to look for you.”

Let us return now to share in the grief of the townsfolk with their master and rabbi, whose soul was weeping in secret before the all-saving Lord. The day came when the rabbi proclaimed a fast for the congrega¬tion. All the townsfolk, men, women and children, came to the syna¬gogue, which is called the Altneuschul. There the rabbi ordered that they should all recite the First Book of Psalms, and they all repeated the songs of David with full devotion. After they completed the book, the rabbi said, “The boy has not yet returned, and therefore, my masters and rabbis, I shall preach a moralizing sermon and words of reproof to you.” The rabbi said everything with such spiritual force, all the people were moved and their prayers uplifted. Then he ordered the congre¬gation to recite the Second Book of Psalms. When they had ended it, he looked this way and that but the lad was not there, so he preached once again as before. Then he recited the Third Book of Psalms himself before the Holy Ark, verse by verse, as is done by the leader of the community in prayer; and he blew the shofar (ram’s horn). As the blast came to an end, the window of the synagogue opened by itself, and the boy flew in and stood before his teacher, and all the people saw this and trembled at the sight.

Then the boy told the entire congregation all that had befallen him and showed the head that was with him to the rabbi. Then the rabbi cried in a loud voice, “Yet heaven brought this about in order to take the pure out of the clutches of the impure and to save more souls of Israel for whom they have been lying in wait forever. Now I have taken all those unholy names from them.” With that, he removed the names from under the tongue of the head, and tore them into little pieces. He promised the head in the presence of the entire congregation to pray for hi holy soul, bury him and say the Kaddish prayer for his soul. And he did so.

There are some who say that on the night when the rabbi prayed for the return of the captive soul of this boy, his deceased grandfather came and bore him on his shoulders past villages and forests the great distance of a whole month’s journey, in a single night, until he came home in peace. All this came about due to the prayers of the holy rabbi.

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The Orphan Girl and the Wealthy Merchant’s Son – a Jewish Tale from Italy

Posted on Thursday, 6, May, 2021Thursday, 16, November, 2023 by Rabbi

There once was a poor couple who were farmers, and they had a daughter they loved very much. One day, raiders came and wrecked their home and field. In all of the confusion, the little girl was lost. Her parents searched for her but sadly could not find her.

One day a wealthy merchant was traveling along the road when he met the young girl. She was sad and lost, and her eyes were red with tears, the merchant felt bad for her and invited her to come to his home. The merchant’s wife had always wanted a daughter.

The merchant and his wife raised the young girl with their son. They grew very close and, after some time, fell in love. The merchant did not consider the young girl as an appropriate match for his son, for she had no wealth, no education, and no family.

The wealthy merchant wanted to separate the young girl from his son and sent her to live as a servant to a hermit who lived deep in the forest. The hermit was a holy man who studied the Holy Books. He knew the revealed and hidden secrets of the Torah (Scriptures).

As time went by, the son of the wealthy merchant was betrothed to marry a girl chosen by his father. The news spread throughout the country about the wedding.

The news arrived at the hermit’s house deep in the forest, and the young girl asked them to wait so she could prepare a gift for the wealthy merchant’s son and his bride. She amazed the messengers by having the oven light itself. Then she reached into the fiery oven and took out a beautiful cake as a wedding gift. The messengers returned to the home of the wealthy merchant with the cake and word of the remarkable talent of the girl who lived with the hermit.

The intended bride, upon hearing about the young girl from the astonished messengers, claimed she was much more talented. She set out to prove herself better, but the poor girl was badly burnt by the flames of the oven.

In shame, she left the wealthy merchant’s home. In a short time, another match was made for the wealthy merchant’s son. The messengers returned from the hermit with a gift of golden fried fish, which they said the girl merely reached into the pot and pulled out the crispy fish. The proposed bride boasted how she was a master of the kitchen and was much better than a lowly orphan girl. She set a pot on the stove and plunged her fingers into the boiling oil to take out the fried fish and badly burned her fingers. Out of shame, she ran away.

The merchant’s son remembered the girl his father had brought into the home some years before, and his heart yearned for her. He stopped eating and took to his bed as he was sick to his heart. The merchant, afraid for the health of his son, visited the hermit and the girl to ask her to nurse his son back to health.

The hermit asked the merchant to allow the girl to marry his son, for the hermit knew many revealed and hidden holy secrets. The merchant replied that she was a poor orphan, not worthy of his son. The hermit reminded the merchant, “A woman of valor who can find? For her value is far more valuable than rubies, and the heart of her husband trusts in her, and he will have no gain in fortune.” (Proverbs 31: 10-11)

The wealthy merchant responded,” She has no family, no wealth, and no education. She is not fit for my son.”

The hermit looked at the wealthy merchant and answered, “She is ‘a woman of great refinement and beautiful in appearance.’ (Susanna 1:31) Do you not realize that ‘No other woman from one end of the earth to the other looks so beautiful or speaks so wisely’ (Judith 11:21) Take her into your house and let her nurse your son back to health. Let them be wed, for this is the will of Heaven.”

The girl went to the wealthy man’s home and prepared a wondrous soup of barley, onions, mushrooms, and fine herbs to feed to the merchant’s son.  Every day she sat by his side and spoke to him. After many days, the young man rose from his sick bed and told his father that “She opens her mouth with wisdom, and the lesson of loving-kindness is upon her tongue.” (Proverbs 31: 26)

They were wed, and the wealthy merchant learned a most important lesson. “A woman’s beauty lights up a man’s face, and there is nothing he desires more.” (Ecclesiasticus 36:27) And they lived and shared many years of happiness.

Zechariah 14:21

Mushroom Barley Soup

 

3 tablespoons vegetable oil or olive oil

1 to 2 pounds fresh mushrooms, slicedr

2 medium yellow onions

3 medium carrots, sliced into 1 inch rounds

2 to 3 medium potatoes, diced

2 to 3 cloves garlic, minced

3 tablespoons chopped fresh parsley

1 bay leaf

8 cups broth or water

Salt and pepper to taste

1 cup pearl barley, rinsed

1 tablespoon sweet paprika

In a large heavy pot heat the oil over medium heat, add the onions and garlic and sauté until softened, about 5 to 10 minutes.

Add the parsley.

Add the broth, barley, mushrooms, carrots, potatoes, bay leaf, salt and pepper, and paprika.

Bring to a boil, cover, reduce the heat, and simmer until the barley is tender, about 1-2 hours.

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A Quilt of Life

Posted on Monday, 15, February, 2021Sunday, 5, May, 2024 by Rabbi

The old quilt lay draped over a chair. It’s not a beautiful quilt, and all the fabric appears to be very old. Yet that old quilt is so full of life.

The patches and remnants came from so many people and places. A piece of an apron, a dress worn on a first date, patches from worn out knees, and bits and pieces from many other things. They are odd shapes and sizes. Some nameless shapes are round, others square and some very unusual, long slices of fabric painstakingly sewn with dozens of meticulous stitches. A few tiny patches are smaller than a thumbnail.

Some of the fabric is very plain with dull color, everyday things like shirts or dresses that were taken for granted. Other pieces are bright and cheerful, like snippets of birthdays, holidays, and happy times gone by. A few fancier pieces are satiny smooth with embossing or embroidery; they seem to whisper of weddings, dances, a first kiss…..

They do have an Interesting texture—smooth next to rough denim, seersucker alongside velvet and beautiful silks next to plain old cotton; and all over the quilt hundreds of tiny stitches, almost invisible to the eye, pucker ever so slightly.

Quilt Patch

That old quilt helps one remember times past and hope for the future. Sometimes one feels sad and miss the friends left behind. “Remember the days of old, consider the years long past; ask your father, and he will inform you; your elders, and they will tell you.” (Deuteronomy 32:7) A study of the old quilt raises many thoughts of the many friends one has had throughout their life. Some felt a bit scratchy and rough like a sturdy piece of wool, but in time they softened or one just became used to them. Others were delicate like silk and needed to be handled with care. Some were colorful and bright and great fun to be with. A few special others felt soft and cozy like flannel, and they knew how to be a comfort during hard times.

Some people leave one with a piece that is bigger than they wanted and others smaller than what one thought they needed. Some were that annoying itchy square in the corner, and others that piece of worn flannel. One leaves pieces with some and they leave their pieces that are kept for some time. All the while each and every piece of the quilt makes up a part of what is in each person. Be okay with the piece left to you. For life is too short to expect from people what they do not have to give, or were not called to give. Quilts are like friends, a great source of comfort.

As one looks closely at the quilt they can see a blessing in each stich. Life is so full of people, places and things and it so easy to become lost in all the different pieces encountered each day. All those scraps and pieces of life can be confusing. When life gives one those pieces and scraps, sew them together and make a quilt.

An old quilt pulled up around oneself offers much needed comfort warmed by memories. Surely, it is a personal masterpiece — this quilt of friendships and life is not nearly finished.

Everyday brings new friends and experiences that grow throughout life. Each person has that special quilt, and that’s because the Holy One, blessed be He has sewn them into our hearts.

May all your tales end with Shalom (peace)

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