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A Father’s Burden

Posted on Tuesday, 5, January, 2021Tuesday, 20, September, 2022 by Rabbi

It is an honour for children and fathers to be with one another (Exodus Rabbah 34:3)

A young boy was helping his father move some books out of room to a large bookshelf downstairs. It was important to this little boy that he was helping his father, even though he was probably getting in the way and slowing things down more than he was really helping. That boy had a wise and patient father who knew it was much more important to work together with his young son than it was to move a pile of books efficiently.

Among the many books, there were some very large heavy books, and it was a hard for the boy to get them down the stairs. As a matter of fact, on one particular load, the boy dropped his pile of books several times. Finally, he sat down on the stairs and cried because he was ashamed and disappointed in himself. He wasn’t doing well at all. He just wasn’t strong enough to carry the big books down the steps. It hurt him to think he couldn’t do this for his father. All he wanted to do was help his father and make him proud.

Exodus Rabbah 34: 3

Without a word, the father picked up the dropped load of books, put them into the boy’s arms, and scooped up both the boy and the books into his arms and carried them down the stairs. They continued doing this for load after load, both enjoying each other’s company very much. The boy carrying the books, the father carrying the boy.

May all your tales end with Shalom (peace)

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The Magical Mejedra

Posted on Thursday, 31, December, 2020Tuesday, 20, September, 2022 by Rabbi

Shabbat had just ended. “What would you like to eat?” the chacham’s wife asked. “It is time for Seudah Revi’it (the third Sabbath meal), the Melaveh Malkah meal, to say goodbye to the Shabbat queen.”

“I would love a plate filled with mejedra,” he replied. “I so enjoy that delicious delicacy of rice, onions and lentils delicately spiced and served together with yogurt!”

“Mejedra?” asked his wife. “It is so time consuming to make, do you really want me to prepare mejedra for you?”

“No, no,” answered her husband. “Of course not. You asked me what I wanted, so I just told you what I was in the mood for, not what I wanted you to bother preparing.” The chacham and his wife laughed together.

Their moment together aws interrupted by a loud knock at the door. The cook of a wealthy Jewish merchant entered the house. She was very upset, and tears streamed down her cheeks.

“My mistress asked me to prepare a pot of mejedra,” she explained. “By mistake, I cooked it in a meat pot, and then added yogurt. Now, my mistress is very angry and wants to fire me, because she says the food is not kosher. I am a widow with four children to feed. Please, chacham, help me. Tell me what to do.”

The holy Chacham asked the cook a few detailed questions to under­stand exactly how the food had been prepared. After deliberating for a short while he declared, “The mejedra is kosher. There is nothing for you to worry about.”

The cook happily returned to her mistress’ house only to come back fifteen minutes later, knocking on the door. “My mistress did not believe me,” she explained. “My mistress claims that you only said it was kosher so that I would not be fired. She wants you to eat it, to prove that it is, indeed, kosher.”

“Then take my plate back to your mistress’ home,” he told her. “Bring me back a large portion filled with mejedra. You can then tell her that you saw me eat it, and she will understand that the food is kosher.”

After the cook left. The chacham’s wife spoke. “I am happy that you made peace between the cook and her mistress. I am truly amazed that the Holy One, blessed be He provided you with the very delicacy you wanted, at the very moment you said you wanted it.”

The holy chacham and his holy wife were blessed by Heaven because of their love of peace and love for one another. There was truly Shalom Bayit (peace within the home) in their house.

Mejedra

Mejedra

Mejedra, is a Middle Eastern, Sephardic comfort food. Warm and earthy, the slightly sweet and spicy flavor of well done caramelized onions with rice containing lentils is very satisfying. It is often eaten plain, as a side dish, or sometimes with yogurt for a special meal.

INGREDIENTS

1 ½ cups brown rice

2 strips lemon peel, about 2 inches long each

1 cup brown lentils

2 large onions, peeled and sliced thin

2 tsp cumin

1 tsp kosher salt, more or less to taste

1/4 tsp black pepper, more or less to taste

1-2 tablespoon water

1/2 teaspoon ground turmeric

1 1/2 teaspoons ground cinnamon

1 1/2 teaspoons ground allspice

1 teaspoon sugar

2 bay leaves

1 tablespoon chopped fresh parsley

INSTRUCTIONS

In a medium saucepan, bring 4 cups of water to a boil. Add the lentils. Reduce heat to medium and simmer the lentils till they are tender, but not soft or mushy (about 15 minutes). Remove from heat and drain, then rinse in a colander with cold water.

In a large pot, heat 1/4 cup olive oil till hot enough for frying. Add the rice, olive oil, turmeric, allspice, cinnamon, sugar, 1/2 teaspoon salt, and plenty of black pepper. Stir to coat the rice with the oil and then add the cooked lentils and the water. Bring to a boil, cover with a lid, and simmer over very low heat for 15 minutes.

Add 3 cups of water. Bring to a boil, then carefully pour it over the lentils and rice. Stir, raise heat on the large pot to medium high. Add bay leaves and lemon peel to the pot and bring water to a boil. Cover the pot. Reduce heat and let the rice steam at a low simmer for 20 minutes, or until all the water is absorbed.

Turn off the rice, uncover the pot, fluff the rice with a fork, cover the pot again and let it sit for another 15 minutes.

Meanwhile, heat up 1 tbsp olive oil in a skillet. Fry the onion slices over medium heat until they are soft and nicely caramelized. Season with salt and pepper.

Fluff the Mejedra with a fork again. Serve topped with the caramelized onions.

If you like the flavor of butter, you can substitute melted butter for olive oil. If you do this, please keep in mind that the dish becomes dairy rather than pareve.

May all your tales end with Shalom (peace)

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Justice, Love and Mercy

Posted on Tuesday, 29, December, 2020Friday, 27, December, 2024 by Rabbi

Justice, and only justice, you shall pursue. (Deuteronomy 16:20)

Justice is not necessarily the law, but the spirit of what is right and wrong, but let justice roll down like waters, and righteousness like an ever-flowing stream. (Amos 5:24) Justice evolves and changes as it is applied with faith, values, and passion. True justice is tempered with mercy and love.

Centuries ago, it was known far and wide that a certain leader was the greatest of all the tribes. When power was measured by superior physical strength, the most powerful tribe was the one that had the strongest leader who defined justice for the people.

This tribal leader was especially known for his wisdom. To help his people live safely and peacefully, he carefully established laws and a system of justice guiding every aspect of tribal life. The leader enforced those laws strictly and, long ago, acquired a reputation for uncompromising justice.

In spite of the laws, there were problems. One day it came to the leader’s attention that someone in the tribe was stealing. He called the people together.
“You know that the laws are for your protection, to help you live safely and in peace,” he reminded them, his eyes heavy with sadness because of his love for them. This stealing must stop. We all have what we need. The penalty for the person caught stealing has been increased from ten to twenty lashes from the whip.

Then again, the thief continued to take things that didn’t belong to him, so the leader called all the people together again.

“Please hear me,” he pled with them. “This must stop. It hurts us all and makes us feel bad about each other. The penalty has been increased to thirty lashes.

Still, the stealing continued. The leader gathered the people together once more.

“Please, I’m begging you. For your sake, this has to stop. The pain it is causing among us is too great. The penalty has been increased to forty lashes from the whip.” The people knew of their leader’s great love for them, but only those closest to him saw the single tear make its way slowly down his face as he dismissed the gathering.

Finally, a man came to say the thief had been caught. The word had spread. Everyone had gathered to see who it was, and the thief was dragged through the crowd.

A single gasp raced through the crowd as the thief emerged between two guards. The tribal leader’s face fell in shock and grief. The thief was his very own mother, old and frail.Justice

What will he do? the people wondered aloud, a hushed murmur fanning out. Would he uphold the law or would his love for his mother win over it? The people waited, talking quietly collectively holding their breath.

Finally their leader spoke. “My beloved people.” His voice broke. In little more than a whisper he continued, “It is for our safety and our peace. There must be forty lashes; the pain this crime has caused is too great.” With his nod, the guards led his mother forward. One gently removed her robe to expose a bony and crooked back. The appointed man stepped forward and began to unwind the whip.

At the same moment, the leader stepped forward and removed his robe as well, exposing his broad shoulders, seasoned and solid. Tenderly, he wrapped his arms around his dear mother, shielding her with his own body.

He whispered gently against her cheek as his tears blended with hers. He nodded once more, and the whip came down again and again.

A single moment, yet in that moment, love and justice found an eternal harmony.

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The Borrowed Egg

Posted on Thursday, 29, October, 2020Tuesday, 20, September, 2022 by Rabbi

It is told that in the days of King David, there was a feast where the main dish was made with hard-boiled eggs.

One of the servants was very hungry and ate the portion that had been given to him before his companions. He felt ashamed because there was no food before him, and he said to the man sitting next to him: “Lend me one.egg.” “I shall lend it to you,” said he, “if you promise before witnesses that you will return it to me within a week, and if you do not repay me by then, you will have to pay me any income that might add up from the egg until the time of the payment.”

The hungry man answered, “I agree,” he was given the egg in the presence of the witnesses. A week went by and the borrowed egg was forgotten and the lender was called away on business. Five years went by and the lender demanded that the debt from the egg be paid.

The man returned an egg, but the lender was unhappy. “All you can claim from me,” said man, “is a single egg.” They appeared before King David and found Solomon sitting in the gateway, for it was the custom of Solomon to be seated in the king’s gateway; and whenever anybody came to the king for judgment he would ask him: “What are you doing before the king?” And the man would say: “This and that is what happened between that fellow and me.” Now when the man who had borrowed from his companion came, Solomon said to him as well: “Why have you come to the king?” And he answered: “This and that is what happened.” “Appear before the king,” said Solomon to him, “and when you return tell me what the king said.”

They appeared before King David. The lender brought witnesses of the condition they had agreed to; namely, that he should pay him whatever profit a man can make from a single egg from that time until the time that the claim was presented. “Go and pay him,” said King David. “I do not know how much,” said he. Then they presented an account to the king: One chick in one year; in the second year that chick can beget up to eighteen chicks; in a third year those eighteen chicks can each produce eighteen chicks, and so in the fourth year—so that the account finally came to a great amount. The man had never dreamed that the one egg he borrowed would create such a huge debt, and get him into such trouble!

The young Solomon met him and said: “What did the king tell you?” “The king,” he answered, “found that I owe this, and that it amounts to a very great sum.” Listen to me,” said Solomon, “and I shall give you good counsel.” “Long life to you,” said he. And Solomon went on: “Go and buy yourself beans and boil them. On such and such day the king wishes to stay at this and that place. Now you stand at the wayside, and when¬ever the king’s men pass before you, you sow the beans in some plowed field by the road. If anybody asks you what you are planting, answer him:

‘I am planting boiled beans.’ And if he asks you whoever saw boiled beans being planted, tell him: ‘Whoever saw a boiled egg from which a chicken came?’ “

The man went at once and did this and stood planting the boiled beans. When the king’s forces passed, they asked him: “What are you planting?” “I am planting boiled beans,” he told them. “And who,” said they, “has ever seen boiled beans growing?” “And who,” answered he, “has ever seen a boiled egg from which a chick came out?” This is what he said to the king’s men, who told the king.

When the king heard this, he said to him: “Who taught you to do so?” “I myself,” said he. But David said to him: “Solomon has been helping you!” “As sure as you live, my lord king,” said the man, “he told me to do this from beginning to end.” Then the king sent for Solomon and said to him: “What do you have to say about this?” And Solomon answered: “How can he owe for something that never came about? The egg he borrowed was boiled and could not produce any chick!” “Then,” said the king, “let him go and pay the other fellow one egg!”

And it is because of this that we find: “To Solomon. 0 God, give Your judgment to the king and Your righteousness to the king’s son” (Ps. 72:1-2).

Egg Salad

Egg Salad

12 hard boiled eggs, peeled

1 medium onion chopped

1/2 cup mayonnaise (more or less based on your desired consistency)

1/4 teaspoon black pepper (more or less to taste)

1 Tablespoon prepared mustard

1/4 teaspoon garlic powder (more or less to taste)

½ Cup chopped celery

Salt to taste

 

  1. Slice and dice hard boiled eggs into a large bowl.(for rustic and chunky) or mash with a fork or potato masher (for smoother) egg salad.

  2. Mix in chopped onion and chopped celery

  3. In a separate bowl, mix mayonnaise, mustard, pepper, garlic powder and salt to taste.

May all your tales end with Shalom (peace)

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A Glass of Water

Posted on Wednesday, 14, October, 2020Tuesday, 16, January, 2024 by Rabbi

It is taught that the reward for fulfilling the mitzvah, a religious deed,  of honoring one’s parents “so that your days may be long” (Exodus 20: 12)

The rabbi of the village was loved and respected by everyone. He had many students who not only learned from his words but also his actions. His mother lived in the same village, and he visited her once a week to fulfill the commandment to honor one’s mother. His father had already passed away and she was a widow, but she looked forward to her son’s weekly visits.

Whenever he went to visit his mother, he would sit at the table with her on Shabbos kodesh (the holy Sabbath day). During one visit, he was sitting together with his mother, and the many students who had gathered to be with him crowded around the table. His mother asked him, “Zin kenen ir bite brengen mir a glaz fun vaser (Son, could you please bring me some water)?”

Immediately, a student jumped up to bring the water. The student wanted to help his teacher and did not want him to interrupt his lesson since it is taught that serving a holy teacher does more to elevate a person spiritually than even learning his teachings.

But the rabbi’s mother did not drink the water; she left the glass untouched in front of her on the table. She said, “Zin, ich hab gebet’n az ir zalt nemen mir das vaser, (Son, I asked you to get me the water.)”

The holy rabbi got up and went quickly to bring his mother the water.

She then said, “der emes iz, ich bin nisht darshtik. ich hob dir nor gebet’n, men zol nemen mir dos vaser, k’di di zechus zoln zayn di mitzvah un geveynen a lange lebn. (The truth is, I’m not thirsty. I only asked you to get me the water so you could have the merit of doing the mitzvah and gaining long life.)”

Then she turned to the students around the table and said, “Ir ton nisht zechus tzu hobn kinder vi meyn zin durch makhn a goldene yoich mit knaidelach (You don’t merit to have sons like my Yitzhak by making golden chicken soup)!”

The rabbi fulfilled the commandment to honor one’s mother — by visiting her. His pious mother, wanted to give him a further opportunity to earn the mitzvah — by personally serving her. Just as there is a spiritual reward for personally serving one’s rabbi, there is a reward for serving one’s parents. The Torah (Scriptures) specifies that the reward for honoring our parents is long life.

Loving service to a parent by even the least act, such as bringing a glass of water, extends the parent’s life. A parent lives longer when loved and honored by their children. A child also lives longer when they honors their parents — because their vital energies are being properly channeled.

We are taught that the Torah’s reward of “length of days” for honoring parents in still another way, saying it means that each day will be long because we will live so fully. We are only really alive when we are in touch with our soul. We are so much our parents that only someone who honors his parents can be truly in touch with themself; if you despise your parents, you are despising yourself. For a person who becomes more spiritually “whole” by honoring their parents, each day becomes “long” because it is full of real life; they are more in touch with their spiritual well-being. The rabbi’s mother gave him a chance to honor her because she wanted him to live long both physically and spiritually.

In her final words, the rabbi’s mother wanted to explain to her son’s students her peculiar action in asking for water and not drinking it. She expressed herself humorously, but she wanted them to realize that all of her actions concerning her holy son, when he was a child or now, were intentional and deep, to seek his good in every possible way.

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The Palace in the Clouds – A Jewish Tale from Ashur

Posted on Wednesday, 14, October, 2020Tuesday, 20, September, 2022 by Rabbi

Ikkar, the Jewish vizier of the king of Ashur, was the wisest man in the land, but he was not happy. He was the favorite of the king who bestowed upon him many honors, and well respected by the people who bowed before him in the streets and cast themselves on the ground at his feet to kiss the hem of his garment. He always had a kind word and a smile for those who came to him for advice and guidance, but his eyes were ever sad, and tears would trickle down his cheeks as he watched the little children at play in the streets.

He was recognized and respected as a man of wisdom far beyond the borders of Ashur, rulers feared to offend the king who had Ikkar as the chief of all his advisors and counselors. Sadly, Ikkar would often sit alone in his beautiful palace and sigh heavily. No sound of children’s laughter was ever heard in his home, and that was the cause of his sorrow. Ikkar was a pious man and deeply learned in the Holy Writings; every day he prayed long and with holy intent. He listened to the advice of holy men that he be blessed with at one son, or a daughter, so his name would not be forgotten in time. Yet, the years passed and no child was born to him.

Ikkar was married to a beautiful woman, Aaliyah. Her kindness and open hand was known throughout the land. Their one sadness was not having children. One night Ikkar had a dream in which a spirit appeared to him and said:

“Ikkar, you will die full of years and honor, but childless. Therefore, take Nadan, the son of your widowed sister and let him be a son to you.”

Nadan was a handsome youth of fifteen, and Ikkar related his dream to the boy’s mother who permitted him to take Nadan to his palace and there bring him up as his own son. The sadness faded from the vizier’s eyes as he watched the lad at his lessons, and Ikkar himself taught wisdom to Nadan. Sadly, to his surprise, and then to his grief, Nadan was not thankful for the riches and love lavished upon him. He neglected his lessons and grew very proud and arrogant. He treated the servants of the household harshly and did not obey the wise rules of Ikkar.

The vizier, however, was hopeful that he would reform and gain wisdom with years, and he took him to the palace of the king and appointed him an officer of the royal guard. For Ikkar’s sake, the king made Nadan one of his favorites, and all in the land looked upon the young man as the successor of Ikkar and the future vizier. This only served to make Nadan still more arrogant, and a wicked idea entered his head to gain further favor with the king and replace Ikkar at once.

“O King, live forever!” he said one day, when Ikkar was absent in a distant part of the land; “it grieves me to have to utter words of warning against Ikkar, the wise, the father who has adopted me. But he conspires to destroy you.”

The king laughed at this suggestion, but he became serious when Nadan promised to give him proof in three days. Nadan then set to work and wrote two letters. One was addressed to Pharaoh, king of Egypt, and read as follows:

“Pharaoh, son of the Sun and mighty ruler on earth, live forever! You would reign over Ashur. Give ear then to my words and on the tenth day of the next month come with your troops to the Eagle Plain beyond the city, and I, Ikkar, the grand vizier, will deliver your enemy, the King of Ashur, into your hands.”

Nadan then forged Ikkar’s name and took the letter to the king.

“I have found this,” he said, “and have brought it to you. It shows you that Ikkar would deliver this country to your enemy.”

The king was very angry and would have sent for Ikkar at once, but Nadan counseled patience.

“Wait until the tenth of next month, the day of the annual review, and you will see what will surprise you still more,” he said.

Then he wrote the second letter. This was to Ikkar and was forged with the king’s name and sealed with the king’s seal that he obtained. It bade Ikkar on the tenth of the next month to assemble the troops on the Eagle Plain to show how strong and disciplined they were to the foreign envoys. They were to pretend to attack the king.

The vizier returned the day before the review, and while the king stood with Nadan and the foreign envoys, Ikkar and the troops, acting on their instructions, made a pretense of attacking his majesty.

“Do you not see?” said Nadan. “The king of Egypt not being here, Ikkar threatens you,” and he immediately gave orders to the royal trumpeters to sound, “Halt!” Ikkar was brought before the king and confronted with the letter to Pharaoh.

“Explain this, if you can,” exclaimed the king, angrily. “I have trusted you and filled you with riches and honors and you betrayed me. Is not this your signature, and is not your seal attached?”

Ikkar was too shocked to reply, as Nadan whispered to the king that this proved his guilt.

“Lead him to the execution,” cried the king, “and let his head be severed from his body and cast one hundred amos (cubits) from the outermost wall of the city.”

Falling on his knees, Ikkar pleaded that at least he should be granted the privilege of being executed within his own house so that he might be buried there.

This request was granted, and Nabu Samak, the executioner, led Ikkar as a prisoner to his palace. Nabu Samak was a great friend to Ikkar and it grieved him to have to carry out the king’s order.

“Ikkar,” he said, “I am certain that you are innocent, and I will save you. Listen to me, in the prison is a bloodthirsty highwayman who has committed many murders and who deserves death. His beard and hair are like yours, and at a distance he can easily be mistaken for you. I shall behead him and show his head to the crowd, while you hide and live in secret.”

Ikkar thanked his friend and the plan was carried out. The murder’s head was exhibited to the crowd from the roof of the house and the people wept because they thought it was the head of the good Ikkar. Meanwhile, the vizier went down into the cellar deep beneath his palace and lived there, while his adopted son, Nadan, was appointed chief of the king’s counselors in his stead.

Now, when Pharaoh, king of Egypt, heard that Ikkar, the wise, had been executed, he determined to make war upon Ashur. Therefore, he dispatched a letter to the king, asking him to send an architect to design and build a palace in the clouds.

“If this you do,” he wrote, “I, Pharaoh, son of the Sun, will pay you tribute; if you fail, you must pay me tribute.”

The king of Ashur was stunned when he received the letter that had to be answered in three months. Nadan could not advise him what to do. The King bitterly regretted that Ikkar, the man of wisdom, was no longer by his side to advise him.

“I would give one-fourth of my kingdom to bring Ikkar to life again,” he sighed.

Hearing these words, Nabu Samak, the executioner, fell on his knees and revealed that Ikkar was alive.

“Bring him before me at once,” ordered the king.

Ikkar scarcely believed the good news when his friend came to him in the cellar. The people wept tears of joy and pity when the old vizier led through the streets of the city.

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For the twelve months, he was hidden in the cellar his beard had grown down to the ground, his hair hung below his shoulders and his fingernails were very long. The king wept when he saw his old vizier.

“Ikkar,” he said, “for months have I felt that you were innocent, and I have missed your wise counsels. Help me in my difficulty and you shall be pardoned.”

“Your majesty,” said Ikkar, “I desire nothing more than to serve you. I am innocent. Time will prove me guiltless.”

When he saw Pharaoh’s demand, he smiled. “’This is an easy task,” he said. “I will go to Egypt and outwit Pharaoh.”

He gave orders that four of the tame eagles in the gardens of the palace be brought to him with cords five hundred amos long attached to their claws. Then he selected four agile youths, and trained them to sit on the backs of the eagles and soar aloft. This done, he set out for Egypt with a big caravan and a long retinue of slaves.

“What is your name?” asked Pharaoh, when he presented himself.

“My name is Chirag ibn Rahim, and I am the lowest of my king’s advisers.”

“Does your master then think my demand so simple?” asked Pharaoh.

Ikkar bowed to indicate that this was so, and Pharaoh was much annoyed and puzzled.

“Perform your task and at once,” he commanded.

At a sign from Ikkar, the four youths mounted the eagles that flew to the height of their cords. The birds remained in the air two hundred amos apart, as they had been trained, and the lads held cords in the form of a square.

“That is the plan of the palace in the clouds,” said Ikkar, pointing aloft. “Bid your men carry up bricks and mortar. The task is so simple that the boys will build.”

Pharaoh frowned, as he had not expected to be outwitted in such a way, but he would not immediately acknowledge this.

“In this land,” he said, sarcastically, “we use no mortar. We sew the stones together. Can you do this?”

“Easily,” replied Ikkar, “if your wise men can make me a thread of sand.”

“And can you weave a thread of sand?” asked Pharaoh.

“I can,” responded Ikkar.

Noting the direction of the sun, he bored a tiny hole in the wall, and a thin sunbeam gleamed through. Then, taking a few grains of sand, he blew them through the hole and in the sunbeam, they seemed like a thread.

“Take it, quickly,” he cried, but of course, nobody could do this.

Pharaoh looked long and earnestly at Ikkar.

“Truly, you are a man of wisdom,” he said. “If he were not dead I should say you wert Ikkar, the wise.”

“I am Ikkar,” answered the vizier, and he told the story of his escape.

“I will prove your innocence,” exclaimed Pharaoh. “I will write a letter to your royal master.”

Not only did he do so, but also he gave Ikkar many valuable presents and the vizier returned to Ashur, resumed his place by the king’s side, and became a greater favorite than before. The king ordered that his name be inscribed in the royal records so his name would never be forgotten.

Nadan was banished and never heard of again.

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Respect and Shame of Another

Posted on Monday, 5, October, 2020Tuesday, 20, September, 2022 by Rabbi

“And Moses said to the L-rd, O my L-rd, I am not eloquent, neither yesterday nor the day before, nor since you have spoken to your servant; but I am slow of speech, and of a slow tongue.” (Exodus 4:10)

The holy rabbi’s respect for every individual was unparalleled, he did not discriminate between people, but honored everyone equally, regardless of a person’s background or beliefs. He was careful to never utter a disrespectful word.

One day the holy rabbi and a student were walking in the woods learning how man needs to live with nature and not exploit the creation the Holy One, blessed be He provided for all people. Along the path, a confused old man with a speech impediment approached them to ask for directions to a local specialist. The holy rabbi and the student recognized the old man as the quiet porter from the village.

Feeling uneasy about leaving the holy rabbi alone on the forest path, the student decided to direct the man to the specialist by pointing out the way. The holy rabbi stopped his student and then asked to escort the man all the way to his destination while he waited for him.

When the student returned, the holy rabbi explained that he did not want the man to have to ask someone else for directions lest he be too embarrassed to reveal his speech impediment to yet another person. “He approached us because he saw two men dressed as rabbis and felt secure that we would not mock him. I wanted to save his having to ask again and thereby spare him any unnecessary embarrassment.”

“How so?” asked the student. “Do we not learn Besides ‘humiliation is worse than physical pain.’” (Sotah 8b) and that ‘shaming another in public is like shedding blood’? (Bava Metzia 58b) answered the holy rabbi.

“when a Torah becomes unfit for use because the words are blurred or missing, we don’t discard it, or a man of learning forgets the detailed teachings we don’t laugh or ridicule him.” continued the holy rabbi.

“Instead we ‘respect an old man who has lost his learning through no fault of his own. The fragments of the Tablets broken by Moshe were kept in the Ark of the Covenant alongside the new.’” (Berachos 8b)

May the Holy One Blessed be He grant that you neither shame nor be shamed (Moed Katan 9b)

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The Palace in the Clouds – A Jewish Tale from Ashur

Posted on Tuesday, 21, July, 2020Tuesday, 20, September, 2022 by Rabbi

Ikkar, the Jewish vizier of the king of Ashur, was the wisest man in the land, but he was not happy. He was the favorite of the king who bestowed upon him many honors, and well respected by the people who bowed before him in the streets and cast themselves on the ground at his feet to kiss the hem of his garment. He always had a kind word and a smile for those who came to him for advice and guidance, but his eyes were ever sad, and tears would trickle down his cheeks as he watched the little children at play in the streets.

He was recognized and respected as a man of wisdom far beyond the borders of Ashur, rulers feared to offend the king who had Ikkar as the chief of all his advisors and counselors. Sadly, Ikkar would often sit alone in his beautiful palace and sigh heavily. No sound of children’s laughter was ever heard in his home, and that was the cause of his sorrow. Ikkar was a pious man and deeply learned in the Holy Writings; every day he prayed long and with holy intent. He listened to the advice of holy men that he be blessed with at one son, or a daughter, so his name would not be forgotten in time. Yet, the years passed and no child was born to him.

Ikkar was married to a beautiful woman, Aaliyah. Her kindness and open hand was known throughout the land. Their one sadness was not having children. One night Ikkar had a dream in which a spirit appeared to him and said:

“Ikkar, you will die full of years and honor, but childless. Therefore, take Nadan, the son of your widowed sister and let him be a son to you.”

Nadan was a handsome youth of fifteen, and Ikkar related his dream to the boy’s mother who permitted him to take Nadan to his palace and there bring him up as his own son. The sadness faded from the vizier’s eyes as he watched the lad at his lessons, and Ikkar himself taught wisdom to Nadan. Sadly, to his surprise, and then to his grief, Nadan was not thankful for the riches and love lavished upon him. He neglected his lessons and grew very proud and arrogant. He treated the servants of the household harshly and did not obey the wise rules of Ikkar.

The vizier, however, was hopeful that he would reform and gain wisdom with years, and he took him to the palace of the king and appointed him an officer of the royal guard. For Ikkar’s sake, the king made Nadan one of his favorites, and all in the land looked upon the young man as the successor of Ikkar and the future vizier. This only served to make Nadan still more arrogant, and a wicked idea entered his head to gain further favor with the king and replace Ikkar at once.

“O King, live forever!” he said one day, when Ikkar was absent in a distant part of the land; “it grieves me to have to utter words of warning against Ikkar, the wise, the father who has adopted me. But he conspires to destroy you.”

The king laughed at this suggestion, but he became serious when Nadan promised to give him proof in three days. Nadan then set to work and wrote two letters. One was addressed to Pharaoh, king of Egypt, and read as follows:

“Pharaoh, son of the Sun and mighty ruler on earth, live forever! You would reign over Ashur. Give ear then to my words and on the tenth day of the next month come with your troops to the Eagle Plain beyond the city, and I, Ikkar, the grand vizier, will deliver your enemy, the King of Ashur, into your hands.”

Nadan then forged Ikkar’s name and took the letter to the king.

“I have found this,” he said, “and have brought it to you. It shows you that Ikkar would deliver this country to your enemy.”

The king was very angry and would have sent for Ikkar at once, but Nadan counseled patience.

“Wait until the tenth of next month, the day of the annual review, and you will see what will surprise you still more,” he said.

Then he wrote the second letter. This was to Ikkar and was forged with the king’s name and sealed with the king’s seal that he obtained. It bade Ikkar on the tenth of the next month to assemble the troops on the Eagle Plain to show how strong and disciplined they were to the foreign envoys. They were to pretend to attack the king.

The vizier returned the day before the review, and while the king stood with Nadan and the foreign envoys, Ikkar and the troops, acting on their instructions, made a pretense of attacking his majesty.

“Do you not see?” said Nadan. “The king of Egypt not being here, Ikkar threatens you,” and he immediately gave orders to the royal trumpeters to sound, “Halt!” Ikkar was brought before the king and confronted with the letter to Pharaoh.

“Explain this, if you can,” exclaimed the king, angrily. “I have trusted you and filled you with riches and honors and you betrayed me. Is not this your signature, and is not your seal attached?”

Ikkar was too shocked to reply, as Nadan whispered to the king that this proved his guilt.

“Lead him to the execution,” cried the king, “and let his head be severed from his body and cast one hundred amos (cubits) from the outermost wall of the city.”

Falling on his knees, Ikkar pleaded that at least he should be granted the privilege of being executed within his own house so that he might be buried there.

This request was granted, and Nabu Samak, the executioner, led Ikkar as a prisoner to his palace. Nabu Samak was a great friend to Ikkar and it grieved him to have to carry out the king’s order.

“Ikkar,” he said, “I am certain that you are innocent, and I will save you. Listen to me, in the prison is a bloodthirsty highwayman who has committed many murders and who deserves death. His beard and hair are like yours, and at a distance he can easily be mistaken for you. I shall behead him and show his head to the crowd, while you hide and live in secret.”

Ikkar thanked his friend and the plan was carried out. The murder’s head was exhibited to the crowd from the roof of the house and the people wept because they thought it was the head of the good Ikkar. Meanwhile, the vizier went down into the cellar deep beneath his palace and lived there, while his adopted son, Nadan, was appointed chief of the king’s counselors in his stead.

Now, when Pharaoh, king of Egypt, heard that Ikkar, the wise, had been executed, he determined to make war upon Ashur. Therefore, he dispatched a letter to the king, asking him to send an architect to design and build a palace in the clouds.

“If this you do,” he wrote, “I, Pharaoh, son of the Sun, will pay you tribute; if you fail, you must pay me tribute.”

The king of Ashur was stunned when he received the letter that had to be answered in three months. Nadan could not advise him what to do. The King bitterly regretted that Ikkar, the man of wisdom, was no longer by his side to advise him.

“I would give one-fourth of my kingdom to bring Ikkar to life again,” he sighed.

Hearing these words, Nabu Samak, the executioner, fell on his knees and revealed that Ikkar was alive.

“Bring him before me at once,” ordered the king.

Ikkar scarcely believed the good news when his friend came to him in the cellar. The people wept tears of joy and pity when the old vizier led through the streets of the city.

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For the twelve months, he was hidden in the cellar his beard had grown down to the ground, his hair hung below his shoulders and his fingernails were very long. The king wept when he saw his old vizier.

“Ikkar,” he said, “for months have I felt that you were innocent, and I have missed your wise counsels. Help me in my difficulty and you shall be pardoned.”

“Your majesty,” said Ikkar, “I desire nothing more than to serve you. I am innocent. Time will prove me guiltless.”

When he saw Pharaoh’s demand, he smiled. “’This is an easy task,” he said. “I will go to Egypt and outwit Pharaoh.”

He gave orders that four of the tame eagles in the gardens of the palace be brought to him with cords five hundred amos long attached to their claws. Then he selected four agile youths, and trained them to sit on the backs of the eagles and soar aloft. This done, he set out for Egypt with a big caravan and a long retinue of slaves.

“What is your name?” asked Pharaoh, when he presented himself.

“My name is Chirag ibn Rahim, and I am the lowest of my king’s advisers.”

“Does your master then think my demand so simple?” asked Pharaoh.

Ikkar bowed to indicate that this was so, and Pharaoh was much annoyed and puzzled.

“Perform your task and at once,” he commanded.

At a sign from Ikkar, the four youths mounted the eagles that flew to the height of their cords. The birds remained in the air two hundred amos apart, as they had been trained, and the lads held cords in the form of a square.

“That is the plan of the palace in the clouds,” said Ikkar, pointing aloft. “Bid your men carry up bricks and mortar. The task is so simple that the boys will build.”

Pharaoh frowned, as he had not expected to be outwitted in such a way, but he would not immediately acknowledge this.

“In this land,” he said, sarcastically, “we use no mortar. We sew the stones together. Can you do this?”

“Easily,” replied Ikkar, “if your wise men can make me a thread of sand.”

“And can you weave a thread of sand?” asked Pharaoh.

“I can,” responded Ikkar.

Noting the direction of the sun, he bored a tiny hole in the wall, and a thin sunbeam gleamed through. Then, taking a few grains of sand, he blew them through the hole and in the sunbeam, they seemed like a thread.

“Take it, quickly,” he cried, but of course, nobody could do this.

Pharaoh looked long and earnestly at Ikkar.

“Truly, you are a man of wisdom,” he said. “If he were not dead I should say you wert Ikkar, the wise.”

“I am Ikkar,” answered the vizier, and he told the story of his escape.

“I will prove your innocence,” exclaimed Pharaoh. “I will write a letter to your royal master.”

Not only did he do so, but also he gave Ikkar many valuable presents and the vizier returned to Ashur, resumed his place by the king’s side, and became a greater favorite than before. The king ordered that his name be inscribed in the royal records so his name would never be forgotten.

Nadan was banished and never heard of again.

May all your tales end with Shalom (peace)

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To Whom Does the Land Belong

Posted on Monday, 13, July, 2020Tuesday, 19, March, 2024 by Rabbi

It was a beautiful spot by the forest. The breeze would rustle the leaves of the nearby trees and the stream gently gurgled. One could just stand and sense the peace surrounding the area.

Two very powerful men in the village argued over who actually owned the land. Each one wanted to expand their business and made plans to build on the small plot of land. Neither of them had sufficient proof that the land was his, so they decided to take their dispute to the holy rabbi of the village. The rabbi listened carefully to their many arguments and tried hard to a fair compromise. Sadly, neither party wished to yield to type of mediation, insisting instead that the holy rabbi apply the letter of the law.

The rabbi was upset by their stubbornness and pettiness, and tried to impress upon them that earthly possessions are after all only temporary, and that a small plot of land is hardly worth the animosity they were generating. However. the two turned a deaf ear to his pleas.

The rabbi then related the Midrash that when the Israelites came to the Land of Canaan and it was portioned among the twelve tribes, the division was accomplished by casting lots, and the validity of the lot was confirmed by a Bas Kol (Heavenly voice) which affirmed to which tribe each piece of land belonged. The holy rabbi suggested that since there was not enough evidence to rule on, the two parties should rely on a Divine revelation. “Let the land speak for itself,” he said with as much authority as he could muster. The two embattled litigants agreed.

The rabbi and the two parties then went to the site. Very impressively, the rabbi bent over and spoke to the earth, “I command you to tell me to which of these two people you really belong.” He put his ear to the ground and listened, then arose slowly. With a somber look and a foreboding tone, he shared what he heard. “The earth says it belongs to neither of you, but that you belong to it, because it will eventually claim both of you.”

The two angry men immediately understood, and with shivers, agreed to work together. They built some benches and put up a sign for everyone to see who visited that beautiful spot by the forest. The sign said, “Be among the disciples of Aaron, loving peace and pursuing peace, loving people and bringing them close to faith.” “(Pirkei Avos 1:12). The path through that piece of land carried the hopes of those two powerful men – that all who walked that path would come to peace.

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The Blessing of Kasha

Posted on Friday, 26, June, 2020Tuesday, 20, September, 2022 by Rabbi

The widow had custom to personally distribute kasha—buckwheat groats—to students who spent the day studying the Holy Writings. She even served this simple food during meals on Shabbos (the holy Sabbath day). Her motive was undoubtedly spiritual, and indeed, holy power may be “transmitted” through food.

Once, when she was serving the kasha, she saw a young man who ate it hurriedly, in a gluttonous manner unbefitting a student learning the Holy Writings. The widow called him over and said to him, “Do you know how many prayers were sent into heaven on behalf of this food?

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At seed time, the seeds were praying that they be received into the earth and sprout. Then they pray that if heaven decrees a blight to afflict the sprouts, they be spared. Later, at threshing time, when many grains are simply lost and others carried off by the wind, they pray that nothing be lost. Still later, the grains pray that they come into the possession of a spiritual person — who will elevate them by making a blessing before eating them. Then they pray that they will become a food to be eaten on Shabbos, for this will cause their fixing (their tikkun) and elevation. Sadly if, after all this, one eats in a lowly way, one spoils everything, for a grain of kasha can only receive a fixing when eaten in a way befitting a human being!”

Holy, meditative eating is an important spiritual practice whereby both the person and the food are elevated spiritually. The widow’s words to the student encouraged him to eat with sanctity and dignity. She described the kasha seeds and grains as praying. Just as she also prayed a great deal while making the kasha and while distributing it to the students to fulfill the goal that the students and the food they ate be elevated by their eating.

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