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Curing Tea

Posted on Thursday, 10, August, 2023 by Rabbi

The grandson of a holy rabbi suddenly fell ill and was in danger of dying. The young man’s family members were all beside themselves with worry and sadness. They rushed to the holy rabbi and told him, “Zadie (Grandfather), your grandson is very sick and growing weaker by the minute.” Shocked by the news, the holy rabbi locked himself into his study and began praying with all his strength, begging the Holy One, blessed be He, to please heal his grandson.

The sick boy’s condition grew worse. The family members became terribly upset and wanted to tell the holy rabbi what was happening, but they were afraid to disturb his prayers. At first, they couldn’t figure out what to do, but then they decided to send in the holy rabbi’s youngest grandson to disturb the holy rabbi with the bad news about the sad state of his grandson.

The young boy knocked on his grandfather’s door and was welcomed into his Zadie’s study. However, the boy didn’t deliver the bad news as he had been instructed. Instead, he told his grandfather this way: “Zadie, you should know that your other grandson is doing a lot better now. So please pray to our Heavenly Healer that he be granted a full and speedy recovery.”

Upon hearing this, the holy rabbi jumped straight out of his chair and also out of his gloomy mood. With a great smile on his face, the holy rabbi rushed to his cupboard, grabbed a box of tea leaves, a few cinnamon sticks, ginger, peppercorns, and a small jar of honey, and handed it to his young grandson. “Give the patient this tea,” he said. “Once he drinks it, everything will be all right.”

A few hours later, the patient was able to take a few sips of the tea, and the family noticed that, at last, color returned to his face. Ever so slowly, he began to improve. But his recovery was not steady, and a few days later, he suffered a setback. This time the adults in the family went straight to talk to the holy rabbi themselves. “Zadie, he’s gotten worse;’ they told him, their voices all very distressed. “He’s taken a step backward. Whatever can we do?”

The holy rabbi sat listening to them, shaking his head the whole time. “Listen.” he told them, “You shouldn’t have let me know like this. It would be best if you told me in a more joyful way. Heaven forbid this should ever happen again, if it does, please take a lesson from my youngest grandson. Instead of putting me in a place of hopelessness and melancholy, he made me feel hopeful about the situation. Because of him, I prayed to G-d with a lighter, more joyful heart, and therefore I was able to bring about a blessing that was both greater and faster.”

Black Tea

Curing Tea

Ingredients:

4 cups water2 cinnamon sticks2 tablespoons of loose black tea or 2 black tea bags4 cloves4 black peppercorns1-inch fresh ginger, thinly sliced1-2 Tablespoons Honey

Directions

In a medium-sized pot, bring the water to a boil.

Add the black tea bags or loose black tea to the boiling water.

Reduce the heat to low and add the ginger, cinnamon sticks, cardamom pods, cloves, and black peppercorns to the pot.

Simmer the mixture uncovered for 15-20 minutes to allow the flavors to infuse.

Turn off the heat and let the tea steep for 3-5 minutes

May all your tales end with Shalom (peace)

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A Simple Man’s Blessing

Posted on Monday, 7, August, 2023 by Rabbi

A man came to the holy rabbi of the village for a blessing. The rabbi looked at the man for a long moment and then smiled as he blessed him the man with long life, a decent living, wealth, and respect, and concluded with the words of the Gemara, “The blessing of a simple man should not be insignificant to you” (Megillah 15a).

“What do you mean?” the man asked. “rabbi, you are one of the leading Torah scholars of our generation. Do you consider yourself a simple man? I’m surprised.”

“When a Torah scholar blesses a man,” said the holy rabbi, “what does he wish him? That he should have a love of Torah and that he should live his life full of the ways of holiness. What is the blessing of an ordinary man? A decent living, wealth, and respect. Thus, what I gave you is the blessing of a simple man.”

blessings

The man was taken aback and asked, “How then should I pray/”

The rabbi thought for a moment and answered, “There is nothing in this world that is closer to Hashem than the heart of man. It is dearer than sacrifice and more precious than all the treasures of the world combined. Pray with your heart.” (Zohar Chadash, Rus Rabbah 80a) The rabbi drifted off into thought for a short while and then continued, “‘If you direct your heart rightly (towards the heavens), you will stretch out your hands towards Him” in prayer. (Job 11:13)

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Holy Challah – a Story, Some Prayers and a Recipe

Posted on Thursday, 20, January, 2022Sunday, 10, September, 2023 by Rabbi

Every Shabbos and Yom Tov (holiday), except Pesach (Passover), Jewish women prepare and bake challahs. It is a a holy task filled with love and tradition. Every ingredient is gathered with the intent of elevating the festival meal to a higher level.

Women through the many generations in their preparations of bread/challah have elevated the Shabbos and Yom Tov tables to the level of the mizbeach (alter) in the Bais haMikdash (Holy Temple). With the destruction of the Bais haMikdash, the altar became the table at which the family gathered to eat its meals. We learn that “In the days of the Temple, the altar served to atone for us; now it is our table that atones for us.” (Chagiga 27a).

So one may ask, how is making challah holy?

Prayers and rituals have come down to us from countless women. Every step in the preparation of challah elevates plain bread into a holy source of spiritual nourishment. The Torah (Scriptures) speaks of the creation of mankind saying, “then the L-rd G-d formed man from the dust of the earth, and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life; and the man became a living being.” (Genesis 2:7) It is important to realize that when the Holy One, blessed be He “formed man from the dust of the earth”, He created people from the physical world. When He “breathed into his nostrils the breath of life” He created people from elements of the spiritual realm. At this point something truly amazing happened, “and the man became a living being.”

In other words people exist in the physical world and the spiritual world and have the ability to take the mundane everyday stuff from the physical world and elevate it to a spiritual and holy level.

Challah

Challah, Prayers and Meditation

INGREDIENTS

4-1/4 cups all-purpose flour, plus more for dusting

1/4 cup olive oil

1 tablespoon yeast

3-6 tablespoons sugar or honey

2 teaspoons salt

4 eggs, at room temperature

1/2 cup lukewarm water

1 egg yolk, at room temperature

DIRECTIONS AND PRAYERS

Before Beginning to prepare the challah say:

Thank you Hashem for all the blessings you have given me and my family. Thank-you for always protecting us and doing what is best for us.

Please Hashem help me prepare this challah with holiness and love.

Pour 4 1/4 cups of flour into a large bowl and say:

Please Hashem help me to separate the good from the bad, help me to get rid of my negative character traits and my Yetzer Hara, help me to focus on the positive and incorporate positive character traits so that I may be an example to my family.

Combine 2 teaspoons of salt with the flour

In a separate bowl wisk together 4 eggs, ½ cup of water and ¼ cup olive oil until well blended.

Add sugar or honey to taste and say:

Please Hashem, help me to have a sweet din(judgement) help me to have Ayin Tova ( a good eye) help me and my family to have a sweet life, to always be able to love. Help me to help others and to do chesed (acts of loving kindness).

Mix well and then add 1 tablespoon of yeast and say:

Help me to have simcha and nachas (happiness and joy) in my home and in my life. Grant us your protection (as yeast in Hebrew is called shimarim which translates to protection) now and always. Please Hashem, allow me to feel joy for others as well. Bless me with an inner peace so I can continue doing mitzvos for those around me.

Add the liquid ingredients to the dry ingredients and knead until you have a sticky dough that clings to the bottom of the bowl, (5 to 7 minutes). The dough may seem a bit wet and sticky but have faith—it’s supposed to be.

Dust your hands generously with flour, then scrape the sticky, elastic dough out onto a lightly floured work surface. Dust the top of the dough lightly with flour and knead briefly into a soft, smooth ball. Lightly grease a large bowl with oil or nonstick cooking spray. Place the dough in the bowl, flip it over once so the top is lightly oiled, and then cover the bowl with a damp dish towel. Allow the dough to rise in a warm, draft-free spot until it’s puffy and doubled in size, 2 to 3 hours. (see note below)

Turn the dough out onto a lightly floured work surface and dust with flour. It will deflate.

Pinch off a piece of dough the size of a large olive and set aside.

Cut the dough into four even pieces, and then stretch and roll each piece into a rope about 16 – 20-inches long. Lay the ropes parallel to one another (vertically). Pinch them tightly together at the top, and then fan them out. If the ropes shrink a bit, just work them back into their original length.

Begin by taking the strand farthest to the right and weave it toward the left through the other strands using this pattern: over, under, over. Take the strand furthest to the right and repeat the weaving pattern again: over, under, over. Repeat this pattern, always starting with the strand farthest to the right, until the whole loaf is braided. Tuck the ends under to give the loaf a finished look.

Carefully transfer the braided loaf to a lightly oiled baking sheet. Cover the loaf loosely with a damp towel and let it rise in a warm, draft-free spot until about 1 1/2 times the size (1 to 2 hours). Toward the end of the rising time, preheat the oven to 350°F and set an oven rack in the middle position. (Note that the loaf will continue to rise significantly in the oven.)

Take the small piece of challah dough and say:

Baruch ata adonoy eloheinu Melech haOlam asher kideshanu b’mitzvosav v’tzivanu l’hafrish challah.

Blessed are You O L-rd our G-d King of the Universe who has made us holy with His commandments, and commanded us to separate challah.

“May it be Your Will, Eternal, our G-d, that the commandment of separating challah be considered as if I had performed it with all its details and ramifications. May my elevation of the challah be comparable to the sacrifice that was offered on the altar, which was acceptable and pleasing. Just as giving the challah to the Kohein in former times served to atone for sins, so may it atone for mine and my family, and make me like a person reborn without sins. May it enable me to observe the holy Sabbath (or Festival of…) with my husband (and our children) and to become imbued with its holiness. May the spiritual influence of the mitzvah of challah enable our children to be constantly sustained by the hands of the Holy One, blessed is He, with His abundant mercy, loving-kindness, and love. Consider the mitzvah of challah as if I have given the tithe. And just as I am fulfilling this mitzvah with all my heart, so may Your compassion be aroused to keep me from sorrow and pain, always.

Amen

Wrap it in a piece of foil and set in the oven.

In a small bowl, beat the remaining egg and brush the beaten egg generously over the risen dough. (Note: If you like, sprinkle poppy or sesame seeds onto the challah before putting it in the oven.) Place the baking sheet atop another baking sheet; this will prevent the bottom crust from browning too much. Bake for 25 to 35 minutes, until the crust is a rich brown color and the internal temperature is between 190°F and 200°F on an instant-read thermometer. Remove the bread from the oven and place it on a rack to cool. Challah is best enjoyed fresh, but leftovers will keep for a few days in a sealed plastic bag.

Note: When baking yeast breads, rising times are only a guide; the temperature in your kitchen, the humidity level outdoors, and how you knead the dough will all affect the rising time.

While the Challah is baking add a short prayer:

Ribbono shel olam, Master of the Universe. I beg You that when the (husband or man of the house) says the blessing over these challahs, he has the same holy intentions I have now when I’m kneading and baking them!

Husband and wife are partners in the Jewish spiritual quest of be­coming holy. Traditionally, the woman bakes the challahs for Shabbos and Yom Tov, and the man makes the blessing over them at the table. If both have holy intentions, in the baking and the blessing, the bread flies up to heaven as it is eaten.

May your prayers ascend to the highest levels and be answered with joy and happiness

May all your tales end with Shalom (peace)

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The Cardinal and the Counsellor: Part I The Cardinal’s Prayer

Posted on Sunday, 3, October, 2021Tuesday, 20, September, 2022 by Rabbi

Part II The Cardinal’s Secret will be posted on 5 October 2021

Over 400 years ago there lived a nobleman who held a very important position in the Spanish royal court. He was the chief advisor to the King, who held him in high regard. For the King’s counsellor was so wise and knowledgeable that there wasn’t any matter on which the King did not seek his advice.

For many years the counsellor served the King faithfully. But as he grew older, he felt his duties becoming increasingly difficult. So he asked the King to allow him to retire.

“My dear friend,” replied the King, “if you find me someone who is as gifted as you, capable of replacing you, I will release you from your duties.”

The counsellor had no choice but to stay on.

One day the counsellor suddenly fell ill. The King immediately ordered his personal physician to treat his dear, beloved counsellor. But all the doctor’s efforts seemed to fail. The counsellor’s condition deteriorated from day to day, and he seemed to be at death’s door.

The King then sadly sent for his personal priest to hear the counsellor’s last “confession,” for he had been a devout Catholic all his life. The cardinal entered the room of the dying man, lit candles, and asked everyone else to leave the room. After the cardinal had carried out all he had to do, he took a last look at the counsellor, whom he, too admired and loved, and left the room looking very sad and mournful.

The doctor now returned, expecting his patient to breathe his last at any moment. But to his unbelieving eyes he beheld a different person! The unconscious counsellor was actually moving his lips as if whispering a prayer! Beads of perspiration glistened on his pale face and he began to breathe deeply; he opened his eyes and asked for a drink of water.

From then on, the patient began to make an amazing recovery. He got better every day, and a few days later he was even able to get out of bed. The King visited him and told him how relieved and delighted he was that his dear friend had recuper¬ated in such a wonderful manner.

When the counsellor had fully recovered, he sent word to the cardinal, asking the clergyman to visit him.

The cardinal came promptly, and the counsellor said to him, “First of all I want to thank you for praying for me when the doctors had given up all hope for my recovery.”

“If my prayers helped,” replied the cardinal, “I am sure it was due to the fact that you had served the King and country so loyally.”

“But I have the distinct feeling that your prayers, in particular, helped me; especially the short, strange prayer, not in Latin, nor in our Spanish tongue, which you recited repeatedly…”

The cardinal paled and started to stammer, saying “The Almighty accepts prayers in any language; it is only important that the intention be sincere and the prayer come from the heart.”

“But,” persisted the counsellor, “I am especially curious to know what that prayer was which you repeatedly whispered into my ear. Was it some form of magic?”

“G-d forbid!” exclaimed the cardinal.

“So what was it then?”

“There are certain things which a clergyman has to keep secret,” answered the cardinal.

“That’s just an excuse. Tell me the truth,” the King’s counsellor demanded.

“The cardinal wiped the perspiration from his pale face and remained silent.

cardina;'s prayer

“Listen, my friend,” said the counsellor earnestly. “When I lay unconscious, my soul hovering between life and earth, the prayer that I heard you recite repeatedly sank into my brain. I had never heard such a prayer from you before, but I had heard the same words come from the lips of those secret Jews, the Marranos as they were being burned at the stake. With the last breath they called out the words Shema Yisrael…”

The cardinal remained silent, but he listened intently as the counsellor continued:

“I have given this matter much thought. I have come to the conclusion that you are one of the Marranos! Not only are you secretly practicing the Jewish religion, but at the same time you are dishonoring the priestly cloth you are wearing…”

The cardinal’s face turned ashen. He seemed utterly crushed. The counsellor pressed his point relentlessly:

“As you know, it is the duty of every true Catholic to inform the Inquisition of any suspicious behavior of the secret Jews who are supposed to be practicing Catholics, but secretly continue to live in the faith of their ancestors. If you will tell me the whole truth and promise that from now on you will behave as a true Catholic should, especially as a priest, I will not inform about you to the Inquisition.”

For a while the cardinal remained silent. Then he quietly replied:

“It is true that I come from a family of secret Jews. When I was twelve years old, my father told me this secret. He told me further that in a year’s time I would be `bar mitzvah,’ and would from then on be obligated to carry out all the mitzvahs of a full-fledged Jew. He warned me about the terrible danger in which secret Jews have to live in Spain under the watchful eyes of the agents and spies working for the Inquisition. But, he said, we were Jews and had to face this danger. He further told me that he himself would prepare me for my bar mitzvah. This he did every day in a secret room in the cellar of our house, where we spent an hour in the morning and an hour at night. Here I began to put on tefillin. Later, when I became fifteen years of age, my father told me he was going to have me enrolled as a student in the Royal Seminary for the priesthood. He explained that as a priest I would have opportunities to help my Jewish brothers. I would have free access to every home and family without arousing suspicion. I would thus have the opportunity to encourage my Jewish brethren to keep firm their Jewishness as much as possible. There would also be the possibility of my winning the confidence of the inner circle of the Inquisition, and then I could do even more to help my brethren, warning those who were under suspicion, or about to be caught in the clutches of the Inquisition. All this, in fact, I was actually able to accomplish during these many years. The Almighty protected me from all danger…”

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

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

Part II Trap Sprung and the Escape

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

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

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

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

Isaiah 41:23

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

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

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

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

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

Noraos Anshe Ma’asseh #1

May all your tales end with Shalom (peace)

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Prayers of a Man throughout His Life

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

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

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

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

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

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The Delayed Dinner and Shalom Bayis

Posted on Thursday, 17, December, 2020Tuesday, 20, September, 2022 by Rabbi

“A man comes home from work at the end of the day, very hungry. He sits down at the table, expecting his dinner. His wife appears and tells him that he should be patient because dinner is delayed. So he waits.

“After waiting for what seems like an eternity, she places a plate before him. He takes a look, and all he sees is a hard-boiled egg and a potato. Needless to say, he is quite perturbed. Here he waited patiently although he was so hungry, and all he gets is just plain old food, nothing special. Had he gotten something special, then he would have understood the delay. He leaves the table disappointed.

“Every morning, G‑d waits for His people to say their prayers” The diligent are quick to pray, aware of the immense privilege it is to be able to address the King above All kings.

“If one prays on time, then even if the prayers are not recited with the greatest concentration, the fact that they are recited on time makes them desirable to G‑d. When the prayers are said a bit late, but with great concentration, G‑d desires them as well, the extra devotion making it ‘worth the wait.’ However, if the prayers are late and without proper concentration, they are like the simple meal that the husband in the parable received. G‑d can be expected to look skeptically at such an offering!”

An old Jewish man who listened very carefully as the story was told. “With all due respect, holy rabbi,” he countered, “the husband’s reaction would be a harsh one if there wasn’t true harmony in the home. However, when a husband and wife really love each other, they understand when the other has a hard day. Perhaps the end of the parable should be that the husband graciously thanks his wife for the simple meal, and asks her to tell him about her day. In this way, G‑d is always ready to hear our prayers . . .”

Kugel

Vegetable Kugel

 

Ingredients:

2 large onions, diced

6 eggs

3-4 Tablespoons oil or shmaltz

1 Tablespoon salt

4 stalks celery, diced

½ Teaspoon ground black pepper

2 green peppers, diced

1 Tablespoon of Italian spices

1/2 lb. mushrooms, sliced or chopped (optional)

1/8 – ¼ Teaspoon Cayenne pepper (optional)

4 carrots, shredded

8 large potatoes (4-5 lbs.), grated

Directions

1.

Preheat oven to 375°.

2.

Sauté the onions in oil until golden. Add the celery, peppers, mushrooms (if using), and carrots. Sauté until soft.

3.

Place the eggs into a mixing bowl. Beat by hand and add salt and pepper to taste.

4.

Continue beating and add spices.

5.

In a food processor or by hand using a box grater, grate the potatoes using the fine shredder. Transfer to the egg mixture. Add the sautéed vegetables. Mix thoroughly.

6.

Pour into a 9″x13″ pan. Bake for 40-60 minutes, until browned and crusty.

May all your tales end with Shalom (peace)

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A Special Chanukah Gift

Posted on Sunday, 13, December, 2020Tuesday, 20, September, 2022 by Rabbi

For this child I prayed; and the L-rd has granted me the petition that I made to him. (I Samuel 1:27)

Chanukah is a time to celebrate the freedom of faith. A war was fought to defend the right just to remain true to Judaism over 2100 years ago. Today we accept the basic story of Chanukah, but have forgotten the many miracles. The wonders and beauty of faith are many times overlooked, but they are present at all times.

On the third day of Hanukkah, there was a bris (circumcision) in the small wooden shul. The rabbi was the sandak—being honored to hold the baby on his lap—and he told a story at the bris:

A woman who was married for fifteen years and was not blessed with children. She went from rabbi to rabbi, from tzaddik to tzaddik, from one to the other to ask for a blessing, for them to pray for her, but still she had no child. She did not know what to do with herself.

She was very careful to light the Shabbos candles every week, welcoming the holiness of the day into her house. There was always food in her kitchen for those less fortunate. Her bright smile hid the pain and sadness that was deep in her heart.

Without children, she had a lot of time, and so she helped wherever she could. One day she discovered a woman who was sick and all alone, who had nobody in the world. She started to visit the sick woman, prepared food for her and talked to her for hours.

After two years, the sick woman left this world, and the woman without children was with her when she died. The dying woman said to her, “There’s no way for me to thank you in this lifetime for all the kindness and love you showed me. I promise you, the moment I go up to heaven and stand before the Holy One Blessed be He, I pray on your behalf that Heaven bless you with a baby.”

“That was almost a year ago and today we are gathered here for such a happy and holy occasion”, the rabbi continued, “The baby we just welcomed into the community is that baby. He is a gift from that woman.”

Al haNissim - Miracles

Al hanissim, v’al hapurkan, v’al hag’vurot v’al hat’tshuot v’al hamilchamot sh’asita lavoteinu bayamim hahem baz’man hazeh.

We thank You for the miracles, for the redemption, for the mighty deeds, for the saving acts, and for the wonders which You have wrought for our fathers (ancestors) in the days of old, at this time.

May all your tales end with Shalom (peace)

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Chanukah

The Season of Lights – Chanukah is coming very quickly as it begins at Sundown on November 28, 2021. Most people in the Jewish communities throughout the world can rattle off a list of Chanukah traditions such as lighting the menorah each night; playing dreidel games; eating foods cooked in oil (latkes and Sufganiot); and exchanging gifts.

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

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

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

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

 

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A Holy Woman’s Prayer for a Wagon Driver

Posted on Wednesday, 2, December, 2020Tuesday, 20, September, 2022 by Rabbi

Chava was a very holy woman and her husband was a well respected teacher in the village. One day, when passed the old wooden shul (synagogue) she saw members of the Chevra Kaddisha (Burial Society) rushing about. Chava was approached by a woman passerby and was asked,  “Haven’t you heard, Reb Yankl Balagoleh (the Wagon Driver) passed away?”

Chava was shocked and said “Baruch Dayan haEmes – Blessed is the True Judge – My dear friend, the holy Reb Yankl, is gone!” and she broke out in tears. People around her were surprised: Why was she so emotional? Was Reb Yankl related to her? Or was she close to him because she had spoken to him on occasion?

“Listen, my friends,” Chava responded, when they asked her about it, “and I’ll tell you why I’m so saddened by the death of that dear holy man Reb Yankl.”

People gathered closer to her to hear what she would say. “One day,” Chava began, “I ran out of firewood. I didn’t even have any wood chips to start a fire. My house was freezing cold. So I went to Reb Yankl Balagoleh and asked if he could please bring me a little wood? Without delaying for a minute, he immediately hitched his horse to the wagon, drove off to the forest, and before long brought back a wagonful of wood. I used the wood to warm my house and also the beis medresh (Torah study hall). In his merit, people sat and studied Torah and other holy books in a warm and pleasant place.”

“I remember another time when I had no water in my house on erev Shabbos. I couldn’t cook for Shabbos without water. To whom did I go? To Reb Yankl. When I asked him to please get me some water, he didn’t wait or delay for a moment; he immediately hitched his horse to his wagon and quickly brought a barrelful of water to my house!”

After telling this to the people around her, the holy holy woman lifted her eyes to heaven and said:

“Ribbono Shel Olam, Master of the world, may it be Your will that every little chip of that wagonful of wood be a defending angel for Reb Yankl in heaven. And may every drop from that barrelful of water be a great merit for him, to plead for him and support him in the Upper World!”

Job 33:23

Later, when Chava’ husband came to the synagogue, his students told him what wife had said about Reb Yankl. The young man said, “Now you know that my wife has ruach ha-kodesh [the holy spirit], because I tell you, when Reb Yankl died, I heard them saying in the Heavenly Court exactly what she said just now.”

 

A holy woman like Chava has compassionate eyes that can see the greatness of even a simple person. Reb Yankl was not a Torah scholar, but he was ready to help a needy fellow human without delay. The holy woman, who appreciated the holiness and goodness of a humble wagon driver, called him a “tsaddik (a saint).”

A pious person like Chava does not forget a favor. Judaism cultivates one’s feelings of gratitude and deepens one’s appreciation of goodness. The holy woman remembered Reb Yankl’s kind deeds and pleaded for him before the Heavenly Throne. She was on a spiritual level to be a defending angel for others before the Heavenly Court.

Her holy husband, shared that “If there should be for one of them an angel, a mediator, one of a thousand, one who declares a person upright (Job 33:23) then indeed his holy wife Chava could call to the Heavenly host through her prayer.”

May all your tales end with Shalom (peace)

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

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

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The Season of Lights – Chanukah is coming very quickly as it begins at Sundown on December 10, 2020. Most people in the Jewish communities throughout the world can rattle off a list of Chanukah traditions such as lighting the menorah each night; playing dreidel games; eating foods cooked in oil (latkes and Sufganiot); and exchanging gifts.

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

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

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

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

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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

May all your tales end with Shalom (peace)

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