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A Recipe for Shabbat Fish from Morocco

Posted on Thursday, 3, December, 2020Thursday, 15, February, 2024 by Rabbi

In the city of Marrakesh there was a boy named Chaim, He always meant well, but somehow found himself in many adventures. He was not the most learned of his brothers and sisters and people sometimes took advantage of him.

All week Chaim and his family looked forward to Shabbat. The best foods were prepared, and the family gathered around the table to talk Torah and sing zimerot together.

It was Friday morning when Chaim’s mother sent him to buy a fish for the Shabbat meal. The fishmonger showed Chaim different types of fish he had for sale and told him the specialties of the fish. Chaim picked out a nice whitefish for his mother to prepare for Shabbat dinner.

The fishmonger tells Chaim a recipe for cooking the fish he picked out. The fish was to be cooked with sweet peppers, tomatoes and spices, Chaim could not remember the recipe, even though the fishmonger told him the recipe twice. As soon as Chaim walked away from the fish stall in the market, he forgot the recipe. Finally, the fishmonger writes the recipe on Chaim’s hand.

As he left the market a cat began to follow him, so he walked faster. Suddenly he tripped and the fish flew out of his hands and the cat snatched the fish and disappeared with it.

 

Chaim was angry, but then smiled. He thought to himself, I know how to get even with the cat, and with that he licked the recipe off the back of his hand, so at least the cat would not know how to prepare the fish.

When Chaim got home, he told his mother what had happened. She sighed and just said “Gam zu l’tova (this too is for the best) and went on preparing for Shabbat.

Morrocan Shabbat Fish

Moroccan Shabbat Fish

1 red bell pepper, cut into thin strips

1/2 to1 teaspoon cayenne pepper

3 tomatoes, sliced

salt and pepper to taste

6 (6 ounce) tilapia fillets or other white fish

¼ cup olive oil

2 tablespoons paprika

1 cup water

1 tablespoon chicken/consommé bouillon

¼ cup chopped fresh parsley

Directions

 

Step 1

Preheat an oven to 200 degrees F (95 degrees C).

Step 2

Layer the sliced red peppers and sliced tomatoes in the bottom of a baking dish. Arrange the tilapia fillets on top of the vegetables.

Step 3

Combine the paprika, chicken bouillon, cayenne, salt, pepper, olive oil, and water and mix well. Pour the seasoning mixture over the fish. Sprinkle with parsley.

Step 4

Cover the baking dish with aluminum foil and bake in the preheated oven until the fish flakes easily with a fork and the vegetables are tender, about 1 hour.

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The Fate of the Flour Woman

Posted on Thursday, 19, November, 2020Thursday, 21, March, 2024 by Rabbi

Once there was a woman who lived in Israel near the sea. Every day, she baked four loaves of bread. She would give three of the loaves to people in need. And she’d keep the fourth one for her family.

One day, after she’d given away three of the loaves of bread, a fourth person came to her door. What could she do? So she gave that person the fourth loaf of bread. And then she realized that she had no more flour in her barrel to bake another bread. So she went off to the store to buy some more. She walked along the seashore, humming to herself. After she had picked up the sack of flour from the store, she put it onto her head to carry it and began to walk back home.

Suddenly, the sky grew dark, and a storm rose up. A great gust of wind whirled around her head and blew the sack of flour off of her head and out to sea. Well, she ran after the sack, shouting, what did I do to deserve this injustice? How will I feed my family? But there really wasn’t anyone around to hear her. So she turned away from the sea and started to walk back home.

But on the way home, she changed directions. And instead of walking home, she walked all the way to Jerusalem, and she went straight to the palace of King Solomon the Wise. When the guards saw how determined she was, they let her right in to see the king. She began to tell the wise King Solomon all about the sack of flour and the gust of wind.

But as she was just about finishing her story, there was a great big commotion as 10 sailors carrying 10 sacks of gold burst into the room. We want to give these sacks of gold to the person who saved our lives, one of them said. King Solomon listened with great interest. How did this person save your lives? the King said.

Well, we are traveling merchants. And we were sailing close to the harbor when our ship began to sink. There was a hole, and we were sinking fast. The ship would have sunk, and we would have drowned. But just as suddenly, the water stopped flooding in.

We examined the hole, and we saw a bag of flour there. The flour had mixed with the water, and it made a dough. And the dough plugged up the hole and stopped the water from flooding our ship. This sack of flour saved us. So we want to reward the person whose sack it is. We were told to come to Jerusalem because you are the wisest king, and you would be able to help us.

A sailor pulled the sack out of his pocket and handed it to the king, who laughed as he turned to the woman. Would you recognize your sack? he asked. Of course, she said. My name is on it. The king examined it. And lo and behold, there was her name.

King Solomon said, of course, it is you who deserves the reward from these grateful sailors. Your sack of flour saved them. Without it, they surely would have drowned. And so she took the gold. She bought a lot more flour and was able to feed everyone in need.

Challah

Flour Woman’s Challah

Makes 2 braided loaves

INGREDIENTS

1 cup warm water – not hot

2-3teaspoons salt

1 Tablespoon yeast or 1 packet of yeast

8 cups unbleached all-purpose flour

4 Jumbo eggs, room temperature add water to make 1cup

4 Tablespoons olive oil or avocado oil

1 egg

1 tablespoon water

1 tablespoon poppy seeds (Optional)

DIRECTIONS

  • In a large mixing bowl, mix water and sugar add yeast and let sit

  • Beat eggs, salt and oil until well blended

  • Add the flour one cup at a time, beating after each addition, graduating to kneading with hands as dough thickens.

  • Knead until smooth and elastic and no longer sticky, adding flour as needed.

  • Form dough into a ball and place in an oiled bowl, turning to coat all sides. Cover with a damp clean cloth and let rise for 1 1/2 hours or until dough has doubled in bulk.

  • Punch down the risen dough and turn out onto floured board. Divide in half and knead each half for five minutes or so, adding flour as needed to keep from getting sticky.

  • Divide each half into quarters and roll into long snakes about 1 1/2 inches in diameter. Pinch the ends of the four snakes together firmly and braid. from middle. Pinch ends of the finished braids together.

  • Grease two baking pans and place finished braid each. Cover with towel and let rise about one hour.

  • Preheat oven to 375 degrees.

  • Beat the remaining egg with 1 tablespoon of water and brush a generous amount over each braid.

  • Sprinkle with poppy seeds or any other desired topping (optional).

  • Bake at 350 degrees F for about 20 to 30 minutes. Bread should have a nice hollow sound when thumped on the bottom. Cool on a rack for at least one hour before slicing.

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Charity – Tzedakah That Sparkles

Posted on Monday, 16, November, 2020Tuesday, 20, September, 2022 by Rabbi

Tam and Chacham collected money to redeem hapless people from prison when their only “crime” was poverty. Sadly many people would fall behind in paying their debts and wealthy landowners would throw them into prison until someone redeemed them.

There was one particular wealthy merchant who would always contribute generously to have people released from captivity. When Tam and Chacham approached him on this one occasion, he was was surprised that they asked for a very large donation so they could redeem some unfortunate people out of prison.

When the wealthy merchant told his wife about the large sum Tam and Chacham sked for, she went and sold many of her diamonds as well as some of her other jewelry.

She then took the coins, polished them until they sparkled brightly, and sent them to Tam and Chacham, saying, “Among the donations to build the Mishkan (Tabernacle) in the desert, there was gold, silver, and copper. But the only things that sparkled were the polished metal mirrors given by the women.”

The merchant’s wife was indeed an Eishes Chayil in that when she does something, it shines and sparkles. This is so for all matters relating to the home—such as hospitality and the children’s education. Although they can also be taken care of by the husband, only when they are done by the wife are they accomplished in the manner of shining sapphires, without any blockage of the divine light, which shines forth. Every person can elevate everyday actions into shining examples as they prepare for the World to Come, when all actions will be elevated.

Tzedakah Charity

There is a traditional concept of doing a mitzvah (deed) beautifully — lighting the Shabbos (Sabbath) candles, beautifying the Yom Tov (Holiday) table, or making Kiddush from a lovely cup and so on. By giving charity in such a beautiful way, the merchant’s wife showed that she was more concerned about the beauty of devotion than about the beauty of her personal appearance. The righteous women mentioned in the Torah who donated their mirrors to build the Mishkan (Tabernacle) also placed devotion to the Holy One, blessed be He above their looks. (see Exodus 38:8) The merchant’s wife reminded Tam and Chacham that although donations to the Tabernacle in the desert involved large amounts of precious metals, only the metal mirrors given by the women sparkled. Why? The metal of the mirrors sparkled because it was finely polished. That polishing signified the preciousness of the mitzvah to the giver. The merchant’s wife gave a large amount of money without begrudging it and considered the mitzvah of charity so precious that she actually polished the coins. When a person does mitzvahs (religious deeds) and makes contributions to help others in this selfless way, he also polishes his own soul.

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The Teshuvah of a Horse

Posted on Friday, 11, October, 2019Wednesday, 21, September, 2022 by Rabbi

Moshe Milner made a good living from the mill that he owned on the outskirts of the holy city of Jerusalem. The huge millstone was turned by the steady and patient treading of a horse which spent its days pacing round and round in an endless circle. Moshe was hardly ever seen at the mill. He preferred to study the holy books, so he allowed all the work of the mill to be supervised by his manager, Gershom Gibor. This allowed him to be free to devote all his time to Torah study.

When Gershom Gibor, the manager passed away, another man was hired to oversee the running of the mill. This new manager decided to improve the operation of the mill by replacing the slow, old horse with a new, massive one, stronger by far than the other horses that had worked there before. The new horse accomplished the work so much more quickly than the previous ones that it became known as the “wonder horse.”

Soon word of this magnificent horse spread through the countryside, and people came from near and far to try to buy the fabulous animal. Much more money was waiting to be made through the horse if it would be used for other, more demanding tasks than turning a millstone, such as pulling huge loads, or transporting the wealthy from place to place.

Moshe Milner was unwilling to sell the horse, and refused all offers that were presented to him. It seemed that no matter how many times he said “no,” and how many people he turned away, offers continued to come his way from people who wished to purchase the horse.

Finally, Moshe became tired of the frequent interruptions to his Torah study. So he set a price for the “wonder horse” of 25 gold coins — a sum that would support a family for a long time. Surely, no one would be so foolish as to make an offer like that! Moshe underestimated the interest of his would-be buyers. One merchant actually came up with the sum, and a deal was struck.

The night before the sale was to be finalized, Moshe couldn’t sleep. He tossed and turned in his bed until, finally, in the middle of the night, he dressed and left the house, telling his family he would soon return.

His employees were shocked to see the owner, Moshe Milner, arrive at the mill. As he never visited the mill during the day, what was he doing there in the middle of the night? Moshe walked straight up to the horse, as all of the employees looked on. He stopped at the horse’s side and whispered a few words in the mighty animal’s ear. Immediately, the horse fell dead on the spot. Moshe said nothing and returned to his home.

The next day news quickly spread that the “wonder horse” had died the previous night, for no apparent reason. “A perfectly healthy horse!” everyone exclaimed, and a horse worth 25 gold coins! Who had ever heard of such a thing!


Wonder Horse

Moshe Milner called his family and friends and related the amazing story of the previous evening. “Last night I couldn’t sleep. I tossed and turned for hours, and when I fell asleep at last, I had a very strange dream. In the dream my former employee, Gershom Gibor, appeared to me and said, ‘I must confess to you. I wasn’t the wonderful manager you thought me to be. I stole from you throughout all the years I worked at the mill. When I died and appeared before the heavenly court, I was informed that the only way I could atone for my terrible sin against man and G‑d was to return to earth in the form of your mill horse, so that I could repay my debt to you. I was given an especially strong body so that I could work extra hard. For months I toiled tirelessly, making up for what I stole from you through the years.

“But it seems I did my job too well, for I became renowned for my strength and stamina. When I heard that you were planning to sell me, I was horrified. I would not be able to expiate my sins unless I was working for you in your mill. If you would sell me, I would have to return to earth once more, perhaps in an even lesser form, to atone for my misdeeds. I cannot bear the idea of returning again, so I beg you, please forgive me for what I did to you.’

“When I heard his plea, I jumped up out of bed and ran immediately to the mill. I went up to the horse and told him that I forgave him with all my heart, and that he no longer owed me a single penny. When he heard my words, he expired, for he had fulfilled his purpose here on earth. Now, poor Gershom Gibor will find his peace in the next world . . .”

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ST13 A Journey to the Tree of Life

Posted on Wednesday, 26, September, 2018Wednesday, 21, September, 2022 by Rabbi

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A Journey to the Tree of Life

The spiritual journey is filled with wonder and mysteries. Not every one who begins the journey follows the path to the very end. Some get lost along the way and never find their way back.

Etz Chaim Hi

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A Journey to the Tree of Life

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ST3 The Copper Coin

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

Listen to a short story, The Copper Coin,  about how an old copper coin  strengthened tzedakah (Charity), faith and led to many blessings.

Copper Coin

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Yossele l’Koved Shabbos

Posted on Tuesday, 21, January, 2014Wednesday, 21, September, 2022 by Rabbi

There once was a young man who wanted to study Torah with all his heart, with all his soul, and with all of his strength. He was honored to study with some very holy rabbis. Sadly with all of his learning, something was missing. The young man felt empty, it was as though the fire was not burning very brightly in his studies. He decided that he would search to find a holy teacher. Not someone to give him more information, more details on the finer points of Jewish law and ritual, but a teacher who could show him how to see the beauty in the world around him and could touch him to his very core – his soul. So the young man set out on his journey to find a holy teacher who would show him how to reach the highest places in the heavens, yet still embrace the world around him.

The young man was so hungry to find the right teacher, that he traveled from town to town speaking to every rabbi he could find. Many were very learned, had beautiful rituals and were holy. They taught him much Torah, but not any of them were able to touch the deepest parts of his soul.

L'koved Shabbos

One day, he traveled to a small village in there he saw the newly arrived village rabbi, a veil of holiness surrounded him and the young man knew that this was the holy teacher he was looking for. Still, the young man wanted to make sure that this holy rabbi was indeed the teacher he was hoping for and so he decided he would wait for a sign.

Now in the small village, every Jewish person was on a very high level. Everyone observed Shabbos, ate only kosher food, and prayed from their hearts. Yet there was one person, Yossele Trayger who most people felt was just a simple person. He could barely read or write, he knew how to pray a little and could recite a few Psalms. When the young man saw him, he knew that he was special.

Yossele Trayger was a giant of a man with bulging muscles. Because of his size and strength he was a porter. All day long he would stand in the marketplace and help people carry their bundles, but he did so much more than merely carrying packages and heavy boxes.

He would meet a woman shopping for provisions for her household, on Sunday, and she would ask him to carry all of her purchases to her home. Yossele Trayger would lift up the heavy bags and put them on his shoulder effortlessly, as he began to carry them he would ask: “please forgive me for asking, but do you think there’ll be some of this food left for Shabbos, l’Koved Shabbos, for the honor of the Holy Shabbos?”

The woman would look at him and think for a moment and then, maybe just to make Yossele feel good or maybe because it was the truth, the woman would answer kindly: “you know, I’ve bought a lot of food, even for my large family. I’m sure there will be plenty left for Shabbos.”

Yossele would start to smile and then, it seemed like he was filled with a holy light. He would lift the packages and bundles higher onto his shoulder, almost as though he wanted to lift them to the heavens. Then he would begin to hum a tune and very soon he would burst out singing as loud as he could on the way to the woman’s house:

“L’K-o-oved Shabbos, oy, L’K-o-oved Shabbos, oy, L’K-o-oved Shabbos!”

People along the way would just look and sometimes smile as they watched Yossele Trayger pass them.

On Sunday, Monday and Tuesday, Yossele never carried anything without first asking about Shabbos. By Wednesday and Thursday, he didn’t even bother to ask, that late in the week. People were already thinking about Shabbos. On Friday, he would dart around the marketplace carrying anything and everything to all the Jewish homes. The whole city seemed to echo with his singing:

“L’K-o-oved Shabbos, oy, L’K-o-oved Shabbos, oy, L’K-o-oved Shabbos!”

Yossele Trayger’s heart was filled with warmth and joy, but sadly people can be very cruel and mean-spirited. Many people in the small village made fun of Yossele’s  singing and even began to consider him nothing more than a joke. They called him crazy and even made up a nickname to tease him: “Yossele l’Koved Shabbos”

L'koved Shabbos

The young man watched Yossele all week, and even though people laughed at him, the young man felt that Yossele was one of the holiest and truest of people in the small village.

Shabbos was approaching the young man determined that he would watch the holy rabbi at the end of Friday night services. The rabbi had a custom of greeting everyone by saying: “Gut Shabbos.” The young man wanted to see if the rabbi really greeted everyone in the shul. If the holy rabbi could see how special Yossele was and paid attention to him, gave him honor, the young man would know that he was the holy teacher he was looking for. If instead, the rabbi ignored Yossele like everyone else usually did, and didn’t bother to say anything to him, the young man would know for sure that this rabbi was not the teacher he was looking for and he would have to journey further to find his holy teacher.

After the Friday night prayers were over, everyone rushed up greet the rabbi by saying “Gut Shabbos.” The young man noticed that Yossele did not join in the crowd around the rabbi, but instead stood in the corner of the old wooden shul and just watched. He looked so sad, so alone and totally broken. The young man watched him as a tear formed in his eye as he realized that Yossele was probably so used to being insulted and abused as the butt of jokes that he could not believe that a holy rabbi would want to speak to him. Slowly the young man walked across the shul and stood by Yossele.

The holy rabbi finished greeting all of the people who crowded around him. He looked around the shul and noticed two people who were standing in the corner whom he had not spoken to yet, Yossele and the young student. The rabbi walked across the shul to the corner and extended his hand to give a Shabbos greeting.

Yossele was so shocked he couldn’t move, but the young man pushed him towards the village’s new rabbi. The young man watched carefully to see what the rabbi would do. Very slowly, Yossele eased toward the rabbi and watched as the rabbi took the holy hand that carried everything l’Koved Shabbos.

The holy rabbi closed his eyes stood very still. He squeezed Yossele’s hand tightly and said, very softly: “my holy friend, would you please tell me your name?”

Yossele was so shy and so uncertain, he couldn’t even look at the rabbi. He just hung his head and mumbled, “um my name… um my name, is Yossele.”

“Is that your whole name, or do you maybe have another name also?”

Yossele was so ashamed, he bowed his head even more. “I ah well um sometimes people call me… I mean, they’re only joking, but they call me…. Yossele l’Koved Shabbos.”

“Why do they call you that?”

Yossele was so upset he could hardly speak. His voice dropped to a whisper: “because… because… because when I carry their bundles and packages. I always sing l’Koved Shabbos.”

The holy rabbi’s eyes filled with tears. He held Yossele’s hand and looked him in the eye and gently said to him: “Yossele, I really, really envy you. To have such an exalted name – l’Koved Shabbos – and for such a holy reason. What an honor. To meet such a Jewish person that lives what he believes.

The young man found his teacher.

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The Price of Shema

Posted on Sunday, 19, February, 2012Saturday, 24, September, 2022 by Rabbi

“May  the words of  my mouth and the meditation of my heart be acceptable to You, O L-rd, my Rock and Redeemer.”  Psalms (19:15).

It is told that a holy rabbi once had a valuable gem to sell. A merchant came to him while he was praying, as he was saying the Shema, “Hear, O Israel, the L-rd is our G-d, the L-rd is One” (Deuteronomy 6:4), and the merchant said to him, “I am willing to buy your valuable gem for 500 dinars.” The rabbi did not answer him because he was praying “with all his heart, with all his soul and with all his might.” Deuteronomy 6:5). When the rabbi did not respond, the merchant supposed that he did not want to sell him the gem at that price, so he added, “let me have it for a thousand dinars.”

rabbi praying shema

After the holy rabbi had finished praying to the Holy One, blessed be He, the rabbi told the merchant, “take the gem for the five hundred dinars you offered, for that was the price at which I intended let you have it.”

Based on Makkos 29a

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A Fair Price

Posted on Wednesday, 8, February, 2012Saturday, 24, September, 2022 by Rabbi

She stretches out her hand to the poor; yea, she reaches her hands to the needy.

Proverbs 31:20

The wife of a holy rabbi once gave a beautiful piece of cloth to a tailor so that he might sew her a dress. When the tailor finished the dress, he carried it to the holy rabbi’s wife, set it down and sighed deeply.

“What’s the matter?” the the holy woman asked. “Why are you so unhappy with the dress? It is truly beautiful and a credit to your skills”

In great pain, the tailor answered, “My daughter has become engaged to a fine young man. One day, seeing me sewing such a beautiful dress, the young man thought that it was for his bride. Learning that it would not be hers has filled him with sorrow.”

The holy woman was filled with care and kindness that she picked up the dress and handed it to the tailor. “This is a present for your daughter, the kallah (bride), for are we not taught, ‘Lift up your eyes round about and see; all these gather together and come to you. As I live, says the L-rd, you shall surely clothe yourself with them all as with an ornament and bind them on yourself like a bride. (Isaiah 49:18) ‘” she said warmly.

Proverns 31;20

The tailor was speechless and gathered up the dress and thanked the holy woman for her gift. He was about to leave when the holy woman called him back as she took out her purse and handed the tailor 5 gold coins.

The confused tailor looked at her and asked, “What is this? You have graciously given my daughter this beautiful dress and her heart will be filled with joy.” The holy woman looked at the surprised tailor and answered, “You worked hard for a full week making this fine dress for me, and not for your daughter. With tired eyes and strained fingers you worked hard so that you might earn a little money for your family. Now I ask you, what will you and your family eat? Just because I gave you a gift for your daughter, does that mean that you should not be paid a fair wage for your work.?”

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The Treasure of the Heart

Posted on Sunday, 30, January, 2011Tuesday, 20, February, 2024 by Rabbi

A wealthy man was set to embark on a lengthy journey to a distant land. He therefore packed many belongings, as well as food for the way, piling everything into his magnificent stagecoach.

Prior to his journey, he summoned his loyal servant and exclaimed, “I am leaving my home for an extended period of time, and I am appointing you to faithfully watch over it. I have but one request: that you take extraordinary care of my private office, as its contents are very dear to me. Please take extra-special care of it!” The servant agreed, and the wealthy man boarded his stagecoach and set off.

When the clouds of dust that the stagecoach had generated had settled, the servant entered the house and thought, “I am extremely curious as to why my master was so adamant that I guard his private office; an item of great value must be hidden inside.”

The servant entered the wealthy man’s office and a huge wooden chest sitting in the corner immediately caught his eye.

The servant opened the chest and beheld a most fabulous treasure consisting of silver and gold vessels, precious gems, and pearls. But much to his bewilderment, the entire treasure was cov­ered with mud.

“How odd,” the servant thought to himself. “On one hand, my master cautioned me to take special care of his precious treasure, yet on the other hand, he himself is so careless with it that he allows it to become filthy with mud.”

Heart Home Faith

So it is with man when the time comes to stand in judgment before the Heavenly Court, the innermost chambers of his heart are examined: Were the thoughts in his heart pure, and did he serve G-d with reverence and honesty? For the heart is the most precious treasure contained within man’s body, and if it is revealed that his heart is covered with filth and mud, it is a clue to the common thoughts that fill it.

How terrible will his humiliation and shame be at that moment.

Therefore, one should ask the Holy One, blessed be He each and every day, ” Glory in His holy name; let the hearts of those who seek the L-rd rejoice. (1 Chronicles 16:10) May He turn our hearts to Him, to walk in obedience to Him and keep the commands, decrees and laws he gave our ancestors. (1 Kings 8:58) My shield is G-d Most High, who saves the upright in heart.  (Psalm 7:10) But I trust in Your unfailing love; my heart rejoices in Your salvation. (Psalm 13:5)”

“Master of the World, please make our hearts contain only love and a feeling of service for You and not any alien thoughts!”

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