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A Woman’s Faith and her Crying Baby

Posted on Friday, 22, January, 2021 by Rabbi

The righteous live by their faith. (Habakkuk 2:4)

 

A child was born to a certain family, and the baby cried morning and evening – not like other infants but terrible constant screeching. The family took the baby to doctors, to specialists only to be told that they could not find the cause of the nonstop crying and screaming. The parents then went to many rabbis who were skilled in spiritual and mystically potent remedies – but that too did not help. They actually became very discouraged as their son would not eat, drink, or sleep, he was always screeching and crying. It was not long before the sadness of the parents wore heavily upon them.

One day, the mother went to the market and found a page of holy writing on the street. Being a religious woman, although uneducated and illiterate, she bent over, picked it up, and thought to her­self, “Perhaps the Holy One, blessed be He, will send a healing to my baby through this holy page.”

When she got home, she carefully cleaned off the page, which was covered with dirt, dried it and tenderly folded it. She then gently placed it under the baby’s pillow, with the silent prayer, “Ribbon shel olam – Master of the Universe, I don’t know how to read or write, but I know that this is a page of the holy Torah. May this page bring a holy cure for my son that he heal quickly from his suffering.”

That very night, for the first time in the baby slept soundly and peacefully without any dis­turbance, without any screeching or crying, so that it amazed everyone. He was quiet for a whole week.

One day, the child’s father asked his wife if she knew what had caused this miracle. She went over to the baby’s crib and took out from under the pillow the folded page of the Torah, which she showed to her husband and said, “Is there any cure in the world better than the words of Hashem? See how great the power of the holy Torah is!”

The husband, who could read and write, looked at the page and turned pale. He began to scream, “What have you done? Do you know what this page is? It’s from the Torah portion Tochachah (the Rebuke, a section of the Torah full of fearsome curses against evildoers Deuteronomy 28:15–69).

Tochechah Rebuke

Look what it says here: ‘G-d will smite you with madness . . . you shall be terrified night and day. . . . In the morning you will say, “Oh that it were night!” And at night you will say, “Oh that it were morning!”’”

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His wife answered calmly, “My dear husband, how could I know what’s written on the page? I can’t read or write. All I knew was that it’s a page from the holy Torah. I thought to myself, ‘In the merit of the Torah and of the divine Names written on this page, may the Holy One, blessed be He send a refuah sheleima (a complete healing) to our son.’ Are we not taught, ‘Weeping may linger for the night, but joy comes with the morning?’ (Psalm 30:5) So I put the page under the pillow, and you see, it helped.’”

The distraught father looked at his wife (who was about to cry) and slowly smiled and told her:

Faith is the summit of the Torah (Mibhar haPeninim # 123 c.1050). How great is the power of faith that turns the harsh judgment of Heaven to mercy and turns curses into blessings!”

May all your tales end with Shalom (peace)

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In A Forgotten Age

Posted on Thursday, 24, December, 2020Tuesday, 20, September, 2022 by Rabbi

People were created in the image of G-d. (Genesis 1:27) and as such, must act in holy ways, to treat others with dignity and respect, to behave with moral and ethical character as an essential part of everyone’s life.

It has been noted by those who study the Bible that that the Hebrew term “derech eretz” (literally “way of the land”) is used to describe the behavior of courtesy and respect. It has been said that courtesy as the rule of people existed twenty-six generations before the Revelation at Mount Sinai. “This is the meaning of what is written: ‘To guard the way to the Tree of Life.’ (Gen 3:24) “The way” (derech) refers to derech eretz; afterwards “the Tree of Life’, which is Torah/Scriptures.;’ ” (Vayikra Rabbah 9:3)

In the age when life on earth was full no one paid any special attention to worthy men, nor did they single out the man of ability. Rulers were simply the highest branches on the trees and the people were like deer in the woods. They were honest and righteous without realizing that they were “doing their duty.” They loved each other and did not know this was “love of neighbor.” They deceived no one yet did not know they were “men to be trusted.” They were reliable and did not know that this was “good faith.” They lived freely together giving and taking and did not know they were generous. For this reason their deeds have not been narrated. They made no history. They made and lived in peace.

Derech Eretz

If one presents themselves as religious and learned but does not conduct themselves in an acceptable manner in public, many people will attribute the negative conduct to the faith promoted by the person. About such a person people will say:

“woe to that person who studied Torah, woe to his father who taught him Torah, woe to the teacher who taught him Torah. This person who has studied Torah, see how perverse are his ways, how ugly are his deeds.” (Yoma 86a)

We are keenly aware of the impressions of people when they see a “holy/religious” person act without respect and civility showing arrogance, elitism and discourtesy. The Scriptures teaches: “And when they came to the nations, to which they came, they profaned My Holy Name, in that it was said of them, these are the people of the L-rd, and they are gone out from his land!” (Ezekiel 36:20)

One of the important lessons one can learn is before doing the many religious commandments and deeds found in the Holy Books, a person must pave the path with derech eretz, meaning decent, polite, respectful, thoughtful, civilized behaviour and good personality traits.

Derech eretz/courtesy and holy teachings go together, for each is necessary for success in the other. Success in the study and practice of faith requires a firm base just as a building must have a foundation to endure. Conversely, Courtesy, respect and civility without Torah/Scriptures is as pointless as a foundation with no building.

May all your tales end with Shalom (peace)

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The Gifts of the Apple Tree

Posted on Thursday, 12, November, 2020Thursday, 4, April, 2024 by Rabbi

In a large forest where the trees grew tall and their branches reached to the heavens, there was a small apple tree. It was the only apple tree in the forest, and it stood alone.

One night the little apple tree looked up into the sky and saw a wonderful sight. The stars in the sky appeared to be hanging on the branches of the tall oak trees.

“Ribonno shel Olam – Master of the Universe,” whispered the tiny apple tree, “those oak trees are so blessed to have such beautiful stars hanging on their branches. I wish more than anything in the world to have stars on my branches, just like the majestic oak trees. Then I would truly be special.”

The Holy One, blessed be He looked down at the apple tree and answered gently, “Have patience, little apple tree.”

Time passed. The snows melted and spring came to the land. Tiny white and pink apple blossoms appeared on the branches of the apple tree. Birds came to rest on its branches. Occasionally a traveler happened by and admired the beautiful blossoms and a holy man sat in the shade of apple tree and studied the Holy Word. The apple tree grew all summer long. The branches filled with leaves and blossoms, forming a canopy overhead.

Night after night, the little tree looked up at the many stars in the sky and sadly cried, “Ribonno shel Olam – Master of the Universe,” whispered the tiny apple tree, “those oak trees are so blessed to have such beautiful stars hanging on their branches. I wish more than anything in the world to have stars on my branches, just like the majestic oak trees.”

The Holy One, blessed be He looked down and comforted the sad apple tree, “You already have gifts. Isn’t it enough to have shade to offer people and fragrant blossoms, and branches for birds to rest upon so they can sing their beautiful songs?”

The apple tree sighed and humbly replied, “Merciful Creator, I don’t mean to sound ungrateful, but every time I see the mighty oak trees, I am saddened. I appreciate how much pleasure I give to others, but what I want more than anything in the world is to have stars, not blossoms on my branches. Then I would feel truly special.”

The Holy One, blessed be He smiled and said, “Be patient, little apple tree.”

The seasons changed again. Soon the apple tree was filled with beautiful apples. Many a traveler and wanderer, walking in the forest, reached up and picked apples to eat and enjoyed the crisp apples.

Still, when night fell on the forest, the apple tree looked at the stars in the oak trees and asked, “Master of the Universe, I wish more than anything in the world to have stars on my branches. Then I would feel truly special.”

The Holy One, blessed be He asked, “Isn’t it enough that you now have wonderful apples to offer? Doesn’t that satisfy you? Doesn’t that give you enough pleasure and make you feel special?”

Without saying a word, the apple tree answered by shaking its branches from side to side. The Holy One, blessed be He caused a hard wind to blow. The great oak trees began to sway, and the apple tree began to shake. An apple fell from the top branch and split open when it hit the ground.

“Look,” commanded The Holy One, blessed be He. “Look inside yourself. What do you see?”

The little apple tree looked down and saw that right in the center of the apple – was a star.

“A star. I have a star!”

The Holy One, blessed be He laughed a gentle laugh and added, “So you do have stars on your branches. They’ve been there all along. You just didn’t know it.”

People usually cut an apple by holding it with the stem up. In order to find the star, turn it on its side. If we change direction in life, we can find the spark that ignites the star within each of us. Look carefully and you’ll find that beautiful star.

Apple Star

BUBBIE’S APPLE CAKE

INGREDIENTS

2 – 3 teaspoons ground cinnamon

1 tablespoon baking powder

¼ cup white sugar

4 eggs

½ cup brown sugar

2 cups white sugar

4 – 5 large apples, peeled, cored, and chopped

1 cup vegetable oil

3 cups all-purpose flour

¼ cup orange juice

1 teaspoon salt

1 teaspoon vanilla extract

DIRECTIONS

  • Preheat an oven to 350 degrees F (175 degrees C). Grease and flour a 10-inch tube pan.

  • Mix cinnamon, 3/4 cup of sugar, and apples in a bowl; set aside.

  • Combine flour, salt, and baking powder in a bowl.

  • Beat the eggs, sugar, oil until fluffy. Continue beating while adding orange juice and vanilla

  • Mix in the flour mixture and liquid until smooth and thoroughly mixed.

  • Layer the batter and apples in a greased tube pan. (pour some batter–then layer it with apples–then switch back and forth until it is all used up). Finish by topping with the apples.

  • Bake in the preheated oven until a toothpick inserted into the center comes out clean, about 1 hour and 30 minutes to 1 hour and 45 minutes.

  • Cool in the pan for 10 minutes before removing to cool completely on a wire rack.

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A Thief’s Prayer

Posted on Wednesday, 11, November, 2020Tuesday, 20, September, 2022 by Rabbi

Words are the shell, meditation the kernel. Words are the body of the prayer, and meditation its spirit. (Chovos haLevavos 8.3.9 c. 1040)

A holy rabbi was once approached to pray for a sick person who was in serious condition. The holy rabbi went into his study, and after a while came out and requested that a person known throughout the village to be a master thief be brought to him without delay.

The master thief was brought to the holy rabbi who explained to him, “There is a person who is in desperate need of help from Heaven, and I want you to pray for him.” He gave the name of the sick person to the master thief and suggested some prayers to be said. Although confused and unsure as to why he of all people was approached by the holy rabbi, the master thief did as he was told.

Not long after the master thief began to pray, someone came to the old wooden shul (synagogue) with the happy news that the sick man had suddenly showed incredible signs of recovery. The confused doctors now believed that he would recover.

To the surprise of all around the holy rabbi he explained that he had prayed for the sick man, but he found the gates of Heaven locked and his prayers could not enter and go before the Holy One, blessed be He. It was at that time that he sent for someone who knows how to pick locks and break through barriers. Once he got through the locks, the gates of Heaven swung open to his prayers, mine were able to enter and be received.”

 

Healing Prayer

 

Who amongst us has not attempted, as a child, to open or pick some sort of lock, often successfully. Perhaps we all harbor within us a potential skill for breaking down doors and would do well to put it to use in the form of deep and heartfelt prayer.

The power of prayer is at times beyond understanding. The can heal the body and the spirit while strengthening faith.

Heavenly Father, I give you this hurt, pain, fear and sadness for we are taught
He heals the brokenhearted, and binds up their wounds. (Psalm 147:3)

The promise of tomorrow reminds us, For I will restore health to you, and your wounds I will heal, says the L-rd (Jeremiah 30:17)

Please take the hurt, pain, fear and sadness in exchange for Your comfort and blessing

 

Menorah Amen

Amen

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Susan and the Fruit Seller

Posted on Tuesday, 27, October, 2020Tuesday, 12, March, 2024 by Rabbi

So many people today search for meaning in the world. Sadly, too many feel betrayed by faith and really question the validity of age old beliefs. In the hopes of finding spirituality or holiness, many turn to mysticism. People become lost in the lofty ideas and practice of the mystical teachings without realizing that everyday life is filled with the light of holiness and meaning. There are times when people open themselves to their souls, to the Holy One, blessed be He and reveal the holiness that surrounds us.

A young woman named Susan was trying to rediscover her faith through intensive study of the Holy books and mysticism. After one class, she listened to a simple story about the importance of greeting people. The discussion centered around the teaching, “Be first to greet everyone, whatever their faith.” (Pirkei Avos 4:15) Who would have thought that greeting another person was such a powerful act of faith that the ancient sages taught, “To welcome another person is to welcome the Shechinah (Divine Presence).” (Mekilta Shemos 18:12) After some thought, Susan shared something that had happened to her earlier that day.

Susan, who is a lawyer, sees that people have very little interaction with one another. They seem to always be preoccupied with their own lives. She decided she did not want to live that way and tried to be open and friendly whenever possible, as part of her spiritual practice. Every day on the way to her office, she would pass a fruit stand, and although she never bought any fruit, she always made it a point to say hello to the fruit seller.

While she on her way to her office earlier that day, she was thinking about her spiritual life and became discouraged, thinking that she had accomplished very little. As she approached the fruit stand, she realized she had forgotten her lunch and decided to buy something.

She selected an orange and then took out her wallet to pay, but the seller said, “Oh, no! I’m not going to take money from you. Every day you say hello to me, and I feel so good, it makes my day. Please take this fruit as a gift.”

Greeting of Peace

Susan was so moved by the man’s gesture but also by the Divine intervention: that the moment when she had felt discouraged about her spiritual life—and thinking she was not making any progress at all — the Holy One, blessed be He had given her a clear sign: “Don’t be discouraged, Susan! You are accomplishing something for yourself and for others!”

She explained that she realized from this incident that it takes very little to make a difference in the world by lifting someone’s else’s spirits— a simple greeting can be so important.

About a week later, Susan was shocked when she went to the fruit stand to buy some fruit for her lunch, but changed her mind at the last minute. But as she walked by, the fruit seller, he had an orange already in a bag and gave it to her with a big smile. She was so touched that she began to cry because that simple gesture touched her so deeply.

Susan was so profoundly touched, that in a world so filled with mistrust and fear, a simple greeting could make a deep impression. She realized that belief and faith is not found in mysticism, but in the everyday living and interactions. A greeting can create moments of giving and taking, of being sincere and open to the world are the very meaning of life.

May all your tales end with Shalom (peace)

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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.

May all your tales end with Shalom (peace)

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A Generous Wife

Posted on Tuesday, 18, August, 2020Tuesday, 20, September, 2022 by Rabbi

There was a very wealthy merchant who was very learned in Torah. He had a beautiful daughter named Adina. She was like her father, intelligent and wise. She was very quiet, but above all else, she loved to help the poor. She welcomed every beggar or person in need who came to the door and sat them down to a fine table filled with good food, and as they left, she gave them a generous donation of money to help them on their way.

A beautiful daughter of a wealthy merchant always attracts young men who want her hand in marriage. Among Adina’s suitors was a certain wealthy man who owned many flocks and herds. Adina agreed to marry him, and the wedding celebrations lasted the customary seven days. What Adina did not know was that as kind, generous, and charitable as she was, her new husband was mean, miserly, and selfish. In his whole life, he had never once given even a dry crumb of bread to a poor person.

One day, a ragged beggar appeared at their door. He had not eaten in two days and was very hungry and tired. Adina received him warmly, as was her way. “Welcome to our home,” she said. “Come sit at our table and eat with us!”

The moment her husband saw the man, he shouted, “Don’t you dare enter this room! Get out of my house this minute. No dirty beggar eats at the table with me!”

Psalm 113:7

Adina was shocked and very hurt. Much to her shame she now knew what her husband was like. So she left him, went back to her father’s house, and was divorced from him.

After that, other suitors came to ask for Adina’s hand. But as soon as they heard about how charitable she was, they left. “She’ll give away all my money.” one cried, “Should I eat at the same table with beggars? Never” others would say. No one wanted to marry her.

One day a man came and when he was told how Adina was so charitable, he said, “What could be better than a charitable woman with a good heart?” So the two of them were married.

One evening, they were sitting at the table, dining, and there was a knock at the door. When Adina got up from the table and opened the door, she saw in front of her a beggar—weak, tired, and hungry from much walking. As she looked closer at his face, she gave out a cry and fainted. She had recognized him: It was her first husband, the miser, who had lost all his money and was now begging from door to door!

When she recovered, her new husband revealed to her why he loved her generous nature. He said, “I was the beggar whom your first husband threw out of the house.” He had received a new start in life and had become wealthy.

Reflecting on what had happened, Adina replied, “Great are the deeds of the Holy One, blessed be He. Who raises up the poor out of the dust, and lifts up the needy out of the dunghill” (Psalms 113:7).

“To him who has the means and refuses the needy, the Holy One says: Bear in mind fortune is a wheel.” (Tanchuma Mishpatim #8) A husband who complains about a holy woman’s excessive charity might not realize that he too may one day be in need.

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The Prayer of the Simple Wine Maker

Posted on Thursday, 6, August, 2020Tuesday, 20, September, 2022 by Rabbi

Yosef the merchant, the wealthy merchant, was walking past the old wooden shul (synagogue) when he heard sad crying coming from the open shul window. Forgetting where he was headed, he rushed inside and was startled to find Dovid, a sincere but unlearned man, standing in the center of the room, his face red as he recited Psalms with such energy that tears soaked the small book held in his hands.

Dovid was considered a fine wine maker in the village. He was well known throughout the area, his wine — produced only in small batches and shared privately — was treasured as Kiddush wine. Perhaps he could have earned more if he were to sell large quantities, but Dovid enjoyed making and sharing wine that would be blessed and bless those who drank it.

This was the first time Yosef the merchant had seen Dovid pray with such feeling. When he reached the verse “My soul thirsts for You, my flesh longs for You,” his voice cracked, the words stuck in his throat. His body trembled with emotion and tears flowed unrestrained. Scrunching his face with concentration, Dovid uttered each word again and again. He appeared to be begging for his life.

“Ribbono Shel Olam – Master of the Universe!” he suddenly yelled. “Don’t let my family be hurt … Please, I beg of you!”

Rooted to the spot, Yosef the merchant watched in puzzled silence. And though it took some time, he waited till Dovid’s crying dwindled to sniffles before addressing him.

“Can you tell me what’s wrong?”

Dovid sighed weakly. “Less than an hour ago, I heard banging on my door and opened to a government official. Police, he told me, were on their way to raid my house. They’d received an anonymous report charging me with running an illegal wine business, and would arrest me if they found any evidence at all.”

“Who do you think told them?” asked Yosef the merchant.

“I suspect it’s the man who used to do small jobs around my house,” Dovid said with a sad expression. “We had a fierce argument over something not long ago. I ended up sending him out of my house. He swore revenge, and considering it an empty threat, I dismissed his words and forgot about the whole thing. It makes sense now. Since he knew my house pretty well and would certainly be able to make it look as if I have a whole wine business going.

“I recovered somewhat from the initial shock and managed to tell my wife the horrible news before running to the holy rabbi’s house to seek his advice and blessing. I was sorely distressed and saddened when they told me he wasn’t home. Apparently, he’s out of town. My head swirled. Without his prayers, what was left for me to do? So, I rushed to the shul to beg for G d’s mercy. If I am to go to jail, at least He should spare my wife and children. A jail sentence for a crime like this would be a very long one, indeed…”

As this took place, the police had been marching along to Dovid’s house.

Meanwhile, after he had slammed the door and disappeared in a panic, his wife hastily improvised a countermeasure of some sort. She brought in armfuls of straw from the yard and flung them down the steps leading to the tiny basement winery, sprinkling some around the door as well. Once everything was covered with straw, she bolted the basement door shut.

Moments after she had finished, she looked up to see the evil accuser leading the police almost pompously. All they had to do was follow the direction of his pointing finger and discover the wine. The seriousness of the situation, together with sheer terror, crashed down on her, and she felt overpowered. She hunkered in a dark corner of the house, muttering a prayer and hoping for the best.

The officers, their eyes scrutinizing the walls, trooped inside through the house and fanned out in a search. The accuser kept silent and watched the police search the house fruitlessly. With childlike impatience, he gestured toward the cellar door.

“Look over there! The wine’s just down that door,” he panted, eyes glinting maliciously.

The chief steeled his jaw, peeved at the interruption. “Quiet. Let the police do their job.”

The accuser’s shoulders sagged, his frustration mounting as he watched the officers overturning the house, steadily eliminating the potential hiding places, yet still failing to uncover traces of illicit wine manufacturing. House completely swept, nothing was left for them to do other than leave. When the accuser saw the officers turn towards the door, he once again failed to contain himself.

“The Jew is hiding his wine behind that door! I swear to you!”

The chief shot the angry accuser another smoldering look. He walked over to the door and opened it. At the sight of the straw strewn down the stairs, he erupted furiously.

“Don’t you know that straw interferes with fermentation?” the chief roared at the accuser, who winced with every word. “I’ve had enough of your lies. Do you seriously think the Jew would ruin his entire inventory of wine with straw?!”

When Yosef the merchant would retell this story, he emphasized, “Look how this simple Jewish wine maker instinctively reacted. When confronted with disaster, it never occurred to him to hire a lawyer or approach a public official. For him, it was either the holy rabbi or the shul!”

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Sanitize your vessel (If you were to be using any tools — such as a funnel to get the ingredients into the vessel — you would want to sanitize them as well.)

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Add yeast to the fermenter and mix well.

Make sure there is water in the airlock so you can monitor the bubbles (the visual bi-product of fermentation) escaping.

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Truth Is Before Peace

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

In the last two hundred or more years there has been an element in the Jewish community that has strongly advocated for modernization with an emphasis on secular education, science and technology. So many have left faith and traditions behind to blend in with the greater society.

They called their movement Haskalah (wisdom) and referred to themselves as maskilim (followers of wisdom – Haskalah). They tried to assimilate into the greater society in dress, language, manners and loyalty to the ruling power.

Religiously observant Jewish communities were against the Haskalah from the start because it went against traditional Judaism and challenged both the teachings of the rabbis and the role of Torah and mitzvos in education. The Maskilim sided with the worldly powers in plans to increase secular education among the Jewish masses, bringing them into intense conflict with the religiously observant who believed this threatened Jewish life.

The maskilim once approached one of the leading orthodox rabbis seeking to make peace between their two factions. “As you know, our sages teach that peace is the most important thing of all…” they said. “Why should there be arguments between the maskilim and the frum (as the G-d fearing Jewish people were then called)?”

In response, the holy rabbi referred to a verse in Zecharia (8:19): “‘Love truth and peace.’ Why does the verse first mention truth and then peace? This is to teach us that truth is a condition that leads to peace. True, peace is extremely important, but we are only to make peace with truth. From falsehood we must run far away.”

Oseh Shalom

This is also the meaning of the prayer we recite daily, “He Who makes peace in His high places (Job 25:2), may He make peace upon us…”(Kadish) We ask HaKadosh Boruch Hu, the Holy One, blessed be He to bless us with the same peace that He makes in His heavens. We do not want a peace based on falsehood, but only the kind of peace that the One Above makes in heaven – the peace of truth.

The maskilim pride themselves on their many efforts to “modernize Judaism, but this effort is ancient. The prophet wrote, “Because, in truth, because they have misled my people, saying, “Peace,” when there is no peace; and because, when the people build a wall, these prophets smear whitewash on it. (Ezekiel 13:10)

Sadly, that is why the terms to describe Jewish people, frum contrasts with frei (Yiddish). Frum describes the Jewish people who maintain and live by their faith, customs and traditions of Judaism. Frei (free) are those who have become secular or have developed modern observances, or “free from keeping the … commandments.”

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Kos Shel Eliyahu – Elijah’s Cup

Posted on Monday, 6, April, 2020Tuesday, 20, September, 2022 by Rabbi

According to belief, Eliyahu haNovi (Elijah the Prophet) will appear at the end of days to announce the coming of Moshiach (the Messiah). He also appears from time to time to save Jewish people in trouble and to teach Torah secrets to holy people. At the Passover seder, a special cup is placed on the table for Eliyahu haNovi – the Kos Shel Eliyahu. It is believed that he visits toward the end of the seder and drinks wine from his cup. He can sometimes be seen by those who are pure of heart.

There was once a wealthy couple named Avram and Penina. They were generous to the poor, and their large house was always open to strangers. Their most valued possession was a beautiful Kos Shel Eliyahu that graced their seder table each year at Passover.

The world is like a fountain wheel, the buckets ascend full and descend empty. Who is rich today may not be so tomorrow. (Exodus Rabbah 31:14) And so the wheel of fortune turned for Avram and Penina, and they were forced to sell most of their pos¬sessions to buy food. The only thing of value that they had left was their Kos Shel Eliyahu, which they agreed never to sell, no matter how desperate their situation became.

As Passover approached, they discovered that they did not have enough money to buy matzahs, wine, or food for the seder.

“Dearest Penina,” said Avram with a heavy heart, “I’m afraid we have no choice but to sell the Kos Shel Eliyahu .”

“Never!” replied Penina, and nothing Avram could say would change her mind.

On the day before Passover, Avram went off to study in the beis midrash. It pained him too much to stay at home and see the empty Kos Shel Eliyahu sitting in the middle of a bare table. How sad their Passover would be this year! How could they celebrate this holiday of freedom from slavery without matzah or wine?

While Avram was gone, there was a knock on the door. Penina opened it to find an elderly, well-dressed man standing before her.

“I’m a stranger in this town,” he said. “May I celebrate the seders with you?”

“We have no money to buy anything for a seder this year,” said Penina sadly. “We have nothing at all in the house.”

The man handed her a heavy purse and said, “Take this money and go buy what you need. I’ll return tonight for the seder.”

With a joyful heart, Penina hurried to the market and bought everything that she needed for the seders. Then she ran home and prepared a great feast. When Avram returned, Penina told him what had happened and asked him to bring their guest home with him from the synagogue that evening. Sadly, Avram returned from the synagogue alone. “I looked everywhere,” he explained, “but there was no well-dressed stranger there.”

They decided not to begin the seder until their guest arrived. But it began to grow late, and still there was no sign of him. At eleven o’clock, they could wait no longer, for the afikomen — the matzah eaten at the end of the seder meal — must be eaten before midnight. They recited the first part of the Haggadah and then began the feast. Right after they ate the afikomen, Avram fell asleep. Penina stayed awake, still hop¬ing that the stranger would appear. A short while later, when she opened the door for Eliyahu haNovi, the elderly man walked in.

Genesis 15:12

She ran to wake Avram, but by the time she succeeded in arousing him from his heavy sleep, the stranger was gone. Avram fell back to sleep, and Penina finished the Haggadah and completed the seder by herself.

Shortly after this, Avram died. When he appeared before the Heavenly Court, they wished to admit him to paradise at once, but Eliyahu haNovi (Elijah the Prophet) appeared and said, “If he wanted to sell my cup, he has to remain outside!” So for several years, Avram waited outside the gates.

Then Penina died, and the gates of paradise opened before her. But as she moved forward to enter, she no-ticed someone in the way. It was her beloved Avram.

“I won’t enter without him!” she cried.

The Heavenly Court tried to persuade her to change her mind, but she stood firm. So they were forced to admit them both.

Eliyahu haNovi (Elijah the Prophet) visits the Passover seder, but he appears at other times too. He comes dressed as a guest to test people’s hospitality, or he comes to reward holy people with his vision or to save those in trouble. Eliyahu haNovi is G-d’s messenger of salvation. This fine couple had resolved never to sell their treasured Elijah’s cup regardless of their financial difficulties. Sadly, when they could not afford the matzah or wine for the seder, Avram gave in – Penina did not. His faith was fragile; hers was strong. Penina trusted that G-d would provide for their Passover needs — and if not, not!

Penina refused to sell the symbol of their faith in G-d’s salvation, even to buy matzah, wine, and food for the seder. Because of her greater faith, she was, awake when Avram was asleep. Since her faith and trust in G-d was strong, they received everything they needed for the holiday. As a reward for her faith, she merited to see Eliyahu haNovi (Elijah the Prophet) and to conclude the seder, unlike her husband, whose faith had failed and who dozed off toward the end.

The seder begins with haLachma Anyah in which we invite “All those who are hungry, let them enter and eat. All who are in need, let them come celebrate the Passover.” There are those who hunger for food, but many more who hunger for faith and holiness.

The seder, in its closing, invites Eliyahu haNovi into our homes and our hearts. May we open our seders with the offer to meet the needs of those who are hungry for food and of the spirit. Life involves many tests, we must trust that G-d will save us. If we hold on and trust Him, we will pass the tests and be rewarded — with spiritual consolation and with visions of the divine presence in our lives.

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