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Category: Wisdom

Who Was to Blame?

Posted on Wednesday, 21, July, 2021Tuesday, 20, September, 2022 by Rabbi

It is said that King Solomon was so wise he could speak and understand the languages of all the animals. To set an example for people, he decreed there should be peace among the beasts.

Death! Death! Death to the slayer! Death to the slayer!” Otter cried. It’s the fault of Weasel my children died. I came out of the water with their food and found that Weasel had trampled my children dead on the ground! He broke the vow of peace, agreed among the beasts. Peace is dead and death instead reigns without cease. I want justice.”

When the animals heard what Weasel had done to Otter’s children, their outcry was immediate.

“Bring Weasel to the king!” cried the other animals.

“Oh King,” said Weasel, “what Otter says is true. But my heart contains no malice when I do the things I do. I heard Woodpecker drum a call to arms. I never meant to do Otter any harm. The drums…they thrilled me to the core and I trampled her children as I marched to war.”

“Then bring Woodpecker before me,” said the king.

“Oh, King,” said Woodpecker, “be not alarmed! I sounded the drums but I meant no harm. I saw Scorpion sharpening her sting. It frightened me

so that I let the drums ring.”

King Solomon

“Then bring Scorpion before me,” said the king.

Into the throne room came Scorpion holding her poison sting high above her head and she said, “King, I made no offense. I sharpened my sting in my own defense. I saw Turtle climbing into her armor. So I prepared to defend myself, but I meant not to harm her.”

“Oh, King,” said Turtle, “my armor is strong. I am soft and slow so I climbed into my armor for safety but I meant no wrong.

I saw Crab with angry claws, she was charging across the ocean floors!”

Into the throne room came Crab with tears in her eyes and claws outstretched she said, “Yes, I confess. Yes I confess. It’s true what she saw. With angry claws I did charge to war after I saw the lobster swinging its great spear.”

King Solomon commanded that the lobster to be brought, and he accused it, saying:

“Why did you swing your mighty spear?” The lobster with great fear answered: “Because I saw the otter going down into the water to devour my children.”

“Well,” said King Solomon turning once again to Otter, “Otter, you’re the one who cries ‘Justice be done,’ when Otter, you’re to blame!”

“One who sows the seeds of death shall reap the same.”

Let there be justice for all and peace is sure to follow

May all your tales end with Shalom (peace)

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A Reason for Every Custom

Posted on Sunday, 18, July, 2021Tuesday, 20, September, 2022 by Rabbi

It happened once that a wealthy merchant, in the custom of the Jewish community, took care of all the needs of his newly married son and his wife. The son was of fine character and a good heart. He dedicated himself to helping the beggars and less fortunate of the village.

After a time, the young man and his wife were blessed with a son. In honor of the occasion, the happy grandfather arranged a great feast on the day of circumcision.

Shortly before the festivities were to begin the merchant’s son asked, “Tell me, father, what arrangements have you made for the seating of the guests? If you do the conventional thing and seat the rich at the head of the table and the poor near the door, it will distress me after all, “All the days of the poor are hard, but a cheerful heart has a continual feast” (Proverbs 15:15). You know very well I love to help the poor. At my own celebration, at least, let me honor them who get no honor. Therefore, father, promise me to seat the poor at the head of the table and the rich at the door.”

kavod tzedakah honor charity tree

His father listened closely to his son and answered, “Reflect, my son: it is difficult to change the world and its ways. There is always a good reason behind every custom. Try to see it this way: Why do poor people come to a feast? Naturally, because they are hungry and would like to eat a good meal. Why do rich men come to a feast? To get honor. They don’t come to eat, because they have enough at home. Now just imagine what would happen if you seated the poor at the head of the table. They would sit there, very self-conscious of their every move, feeling everybody’s eyes on them, and, naturally, they would be ashamed to eat their fill. And what they’d eat they wouldn’t enjoy. Now, don’t you think it would be better for their sake if they sat unnoticed at the door where they could eat to their heart’s content without being ashamed?

“Then again, suppose I were to do what you’re asking and seat the rich at the foot of the table. Don’t you think they’d feel insulted? They don’t come for the sake of the food, but for the honor. And if you don’t give them that what will they get?”

 

“When the table was set and an abundance of food placed before” them, the wealthy merchant told his son, “Go, my child, and bring whatever poor person you may find…” (Tobit 2:2) yet the people of means sat in a place of esteem at the head of the table and the poor ate their share and all felt honored.

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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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May all your tales end with Shalom (peace)

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The Story of the Speaking Head – Part I The Betrothal and Concern

Posted on Monday, 14, June, 2021Tuesday, 20, September, 2022 by Rabbi

Part I The Betrothal and Concern

In the days of the MaHaRaL (Rabbi Loew ben Bezalel) of Prague, a very wealthy merchant lived in that community. He had a son who was a prodigy as a student, and when he was only twelve years old, he was one of the outstanding pupils of the rabbi, who treated him like a son. Now among the foreign merchants who did business with this wealthy man there were two who always purchased large quantities of goods through him and enabled him to make much profit. When they came to do their business, they entertained themselves with this bright boy as long as they were in the city, and from time to time they gave him gifts because his answers so pleased them; and his father paid no attention to this.

Once when they were at ease with the wealthy merchant and were on very friendly terms with the boy, one of the two magnates asked the merchant whether he would be prepared to entertain a pleasant hope and would consider an excellent match for his son with the daughter of a very wealthy person. She was his only child and she was outstanding in looks, behavior and wisdom. Since her father had no other child, she would inherit all his wealth and property; and who will share all these treasures if not the son of the proud merchant if only he wedded her.

The merchant set out to make inquiries about this wealthy man with only one daughter, and people told him that indeed he had gold and riches. He also learned that the foreign longed to wed his daughter to a man who devoted himself to the Torah and holy study. Yet not all this quieted his mind; he sought the counsel of the holy MaHaRaL of Prague who taught his son. The rabbi spoke in favor of the match, saying that it would be a fit and proper one for him to make.

When he returned home, the two merchants asked him whether he had made all due inquiries. He answered what was on his mind. Then one of the merchants went on: “In that case, you should know that I myself am the very person whose praises from afar resounded in your ears.” Without any delay, the two wealthy merchants went together with the boy’s father to the great rabbi, with whom the prospective bridegroom was studying. They shook hands and agreed on a marriage, as was the custom. They wrote an engagement contract and happily wished one another “Mazal Tov! Good luck), Mazal Tov” They made a feast and there was great rejoicing. The bridegroom delivered a beautifully reasoned dvar Torah – a Torah lesson.

The two wealthy merchants agreed to stay a few days longer, entertaining themselves with the bridegroom. When their time came to depart, they requested his father to send the boy with them so that he could also be introduced to the bride and her mother. He was reluctant to do so. He was anxious to send his beloved son such a great distance away from him before the wedding. The merchants strongly encouraged him, and the bride’s father, begged him to do this for the sake of his wife and only daughter, in order that they might see this precious choice with their own eyes. He could not harden his heart any more, and he went to ask the advice of the rabbi, who also agreed that the bridegroom might be sent there and stay until he was thirteen years old. So the bridegroom’s father consented and gave them his son, and they parted in peace.

Psalms 63:2

The men set out on their way and brought the boy to a distant land where there was a big tower. They conducted him through all the rooms, and each of them was more splendid than the other. He went all over the tower and could see no people, especially neither the bride nor her mother. He had imagined that the rabbi and the leaders of the city would come to meet him and debate with him in Torah, but nothing happened. The door of the castle was locked, and no one appeared except the man who said he was the father of the bride. He visited and conversed with the boy two or three times a day.

At long last, the boy could not restrain himself and asked him, “Why is it that I do not see anybody or anything in the house?” Then the man took him by the hand and led him through one room after another until they came to a small room that was very brightly lit up and was full of ancient books and the works of early and recent authorities. “What more do you want, my son?” he asked. “Here are precious books. Study whatever you wish as much as you desire.”

Now let us pause a while and turn from what befell this darling youth and tell of the distress of his father. The father his only son so greatly and found in him the desire of all his soul and the life of his spirit. Every day he would wait to receive a letter from his beloved son, but none came. Weeks turned to months and his hopes were futile, for neither letter nor message came from his son. He raised his eyes aloft and wept bitterly countless times before the rabbi, who put heart into him and gave him ample hope, saying that all was well with the child. In spite of the rabbi’s assurances, the father could not calm himself and was torn with grief. Many people who knew the father were outraged and in their hearts complained about the rabbi, because he had agreed to it all.

Indeed, the grief and heartbreak of the father and mother are beyond description. They looked miserable, they could not sleep, and they cried constantly. The rabbi could not rest either; he prayed and entreated the Holy One, blessed be He all the time and grew restless with his effort. He was very angry with himself for having made such an error, and he shook the very foundations of the heavens with fasting, weeping and prayer.

May all your tales end with Shalom (peace)

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What Do You Know?

Posted on Monday, 7, June, 2021Tuesday, 20, September, 2022 by Rabbi

A merchant was traveling to a market in a faraway city and decided to travel on country roads so he could enjoy a relaxing journey. The scenery was beautiful and the journey was so peaceful. After some hours, the merchant fell asleep at the reins and the horses wandered off the road. When the merchant woke up, he realized he was very lost.

Seeing a farmer tending his field nearby, he stopped to ask for directions. “Can you tell me how far It is to the market in the village of B?” he asked the farmer.

“Well, I don’t rightly know,” the farmer answered. “Well, can you tell me how far I am from the main road leading to the village of B?” the merchant asked again. “Well, I don’t rightly know,” the farmer replied. “Can you at least tell me the quickest way to the main road?” the exasperated businessman asked. “No, I don’t rightly know,” the farmer again answered.

“You really don’t know very much at all, do you?” blurted the impatient merchant. “No, I guess I don’t, but I’m not lost,” the farmer calmly answered.

Spirituality

There are many who depend on their knowledge, but reject the wisdom of faith. They journey through life and find no lasting fulfillment. The “the aim of wisdom is repentance (return to a spiritual state) and good deeds.” (Berachos 17a)

Sadly there are many who extol the practice of good deeds under the guise of belief and faith, but their actions are without spirituality. Many people search for spiritual meaning to the world around them and in their personal lives.

The baal teshuvah is anyone who is in a constant state of return to spiritual and true self, an inner soul that connects to the divine through learning and living faith while (Torah) and doing mitzvahs (good deeds).

 

The goal of teshuvah-repentance is to change oneself and the world as it is written, “Return to me, says the L-rd of hosts, and I will return to you.” (Zechariah 1:3) So many time people get discouraged and feel inadequate comparing themselves to “religious people” but it is taught that “Where penitents stand, the wholly righteous cannot stand.” (Berachos 34b) “Great is repentance (the return), it brings healing to the world.” (Yoma 86a)

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Sense of Royalty

Posted on Sunday, 18, April, 2021Tuesday, 20, September, 2022 by Rabbi

There was much excitement that the king was coming and everyone wanted to greet the king. Rav Sheshes (c. 290–320 ce), when he heard that the whole city was going out to welcome the King, he went out also. He did this in spite of the fact that he was blind.

As he made his way to the outskirts of the city, he met an arrogant apikoros (one who disrespects a Torah scholar and scoffs at the religious way of life) who asked him: “A full pitcher is taken to the river to bring water, not a broken one. Why are you going if you cannot see, anyway?”

Rav Sheshes answered, “Come along, I’ll show you how my sense of hearing and my knowledge are as good as your eyesight.”

As they were waiting, they heard a cheers and loud shouts rising from the crowd as one of the King’s battalions rode by. The apikoros informed Rav Sheshes, “The King just went by.”

1 Kings 19: 11-13

Rav Sheshes countered, “No! what you say is not true!”

A second division of troops passed and there was another loud commotion, the apikoros smugly said, “The King just passed.”

Rav Sheshes again replied, “No! The King has not come yet.”

Then a mounted unit of soldiers rode by, the crowd was silent and calm.

The apikoros pridefully said, “The King is riding by.”

 

”This time you are correct,” responded Rav Sheshes.

“How do you know this?” asked the apikoros.

Rav Sheshes explained, “The behavior of mortal Kings follows the same pattern as that of the heavenly kingdom. The heavenly kingdom is described in Nevi’im, the Prophets, “Go out and stand on the mountain before the L-rd, for the L-rd is about to pass by. Now there was a great wind, so strong that it was splitting mountains and breaking rocks in pieces before the L-rd, but the L-rd was not in the wind; and after the wind an earthquake, but the L-rd was not in the earthquake; and after the earthquake a fire, but the L-rd was not in the fire; and after the fire a sound of sheer silence. When Elijah heard it, he wrapped his face in his mantle and went out and stood at the entrance of the cave.” (1 Kings 19:11-13)

Therefore, I knew that the King was not here when there was a loud commotion and a lot of noise. On the contrary, when it was calm and quiet, I knew this time the King was going by.”

As the king passed Rav Sheshes began to bless him. The apikoros mockingly said to him: Do you bless someone you do not see? It is said by some say that Rav Sheshes fixed his gaze upon him, and the apikoros lost all sight since he blinded himself to the light of Torah, faith and hoiliness.

Based on Berachos 58a

May all your tales end with Shalom (peace)

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Tzedakah in Secret

Posted on Friday, 19, March, 2021Tuesday, 20, September, 2022 by Rabbi

Charity must be given in secret (Shabbos 104a)

 

It is taught that tzedakah (charity) be given secretly, so as not to embarrass the poor person. The giving of tzedakah is so important and special that the rabbis of old taught that “charity equals all the other commandments (Bava Basra 9a)

In a small village there lived a man who was experiencing great poverty. Shabbos was approaching, and he was at a loss for what to do; he had absolutely no money and had made no preparations for Shabbos.

A wealthy merchant in the village became aware of the man’s suffering and it pained him to his very heart. He took 2 golden coins and began to consider how to get the money to the poor man. It was not simple either, as this man had once been very wealthy and active in the community. The poor man would be terribly embarrassed to accept charity.

Tzedakah Charity

The wealthy man knew that a person should “give alms from your possessions, and do not let your eye begrudge the gift when you make it. Do not turn your face away from anyone who is poor, and the face of G-d will not be turned away from you. (Tobit 4:7)

For days the wealthy merchant thought how he could help the poor man without embarrassing him. Then he had an idea. Everyone prayed in the wooden shul (synagogue) and he decided that he slip the gold coins into the poor man’s pocket secretly when his coat is on the wall during services, when he’s saying the Shemoneh Esrei (silent prayer of 18 blessings) prayer with his eyes closed and would not see anything.

 

When the poor man put on his coat after the services and found the gold coins in his pocket, he lifted his eyes to heaven to thank the Holy One, blessed be He for sending a messenger to save him from his desperate situation.

The man was thankful not only for the money but also for the way it was given and his having been spared embarrassment. Undoubtedly, the wealthy merchant’s sensitive and thoughtful act also inspired him, renewing his will to live and giving him strength to face his difficulties.

May all your tales end with Shalom (peace)

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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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Prayers of a Man throughout His Life

Posted on Monday, 18, January, 2021Tuesday, 20, September, 2022 by Rabbi

An old man sat with some of his friends around a fire and began to reflect upon his life.

He began, “All blessings begin with “Blessed are You – as though man was addressing a close friend. (Sefer Raziel haGadol 8b, 13th cent). The glory of youths is their strength, but the beauty of the aged is their gray hair. ‘ (Proverbs 20:29) When I was young I was full of fire. I studied and learned the most marvelous things. ‘Blessed be the L-rd…who alone does wondrous things.’ (Psalms 72:18) I would ‘Recite a hundred blessings a day.’ (Menachos 43b) I wanted to share with everyone. I prayed to The Holy One, blessed be He to give me the strength to change the world. Every day was a struggle, but I had the strength of youth and the energy to spare.’ ”Prayer through life

“Years went by and on day I woke up and realized my life was half over and I had changed no one. I was not as strong as I was nor was I able to move around easily. The distractions of the world no longer appealed to me. ‘Blessed are You…who distinguishes between holy and profane.’ (Berachos 29a) So I prayed to The Holy One, blessed be He to give me the strength to change those close around me who so much needed it.’ “

Alas, now I am old and I am unable to stand and travel, my joints ache and I have little to no energy. Please ‘Do not cast me off in the time of old age; do not forsake me when my strength is spent.’ (Psalms 71:9) Now my prayer is simple, I ask the Holy One, blessed be He, to please give me the strength to at least change myself. ‘ “

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A Mother’s Journey

Posted on Tuesday, 12, January, 2021Friday, 24, November, 2023 by Rabbi

The young mother began her journey on the path of life. “Is the way long?”, she asked.

“Yes,” answered her Guide, “and the way is hard. You will be old before you reach the end of it. But—” He stopped to smile warmly. “The end will be better than the beginning.

The young mother was so happy, though, that she could not believe anything could be better than these early years. She played with her children, and gathered flowers for them along the way, and swam with them in the clear streams. The sun shone on them and life was good, and the young mother cried, “Nothing will ever be lovelier than this.

Then the darkness of night came, and the storm’s fury with its howling winds, thunder and lightning, and the path was dark and forbidding. The children shook with fear and cold, and the mother drew them close to her, covering them with her mantle. Her children said, “Oh, Mother, we are not afraid when you are near.” The mother said, “This is better than the brightness of day, for I have taught my children courage.

Then the morning came, and there was a steep hill before them. The children climbed and grew tired. The mother was exhausted, but she kept encouraging her children, “Just a little farther and we will be there.” So the children kept on climbing. When they reached the top, they said, “We could not have done it without you, Mother.” And the mother, when she lay down that night, looked past the stars and said, “This is a better day than the last. My children have learned determination in the face of difficulty. Yesterday I taught them courage, today I have taught them about strength.

With the next day came strange clouds that darkened the earth—clouds of war, discrimination, hatred and fear. The children cast about in the confusion and stumbled every so often. The mother said, “Look up. Lift your eyes past the blackness to the Light.” The children looked up and saw an Everlasting Glory above the strange clouds. It guided them and brought them through the darkness and evil. Their mother always encouraged them to be “be strong and courageous; do not be frightened or dismayed,” (Joshua 1:9). That night the mother said, “This is the best day of all, for I have helped my children learn about the Holy One, blessed be He.”

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The days went by, the weeks turned to months and the months passed to years. The mother grew old, until she was very little and bent. Her children had grown tall and strong, and they walked with courage. They remembered the teaching “do not despise your mother when she is old. (Proverbs 23:22)

When the way was hard, they helped their mother; when the way was rough, they lifted her, for she was as light as a feather. At last they came to a hill, and beyond the hill they could see a shining road and magnificent gate open on top of the hill.

The mother said, “l have reached the end of my journey. Now I know that the end really is better than the beginning, for my children can walk alone, and they will teach their children after them.

The children said, “You will always walk with us, Mother, even when you have gone through the gates.

They stood and watched her as she went on alone, and the gates slowly closed after her. They said, “We can’t see her, but she is with us still. A mother like ours is more than just a memory.

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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