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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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He Didn’t Deserve His Fee

Posted on Monday, 16, August, 2021Tuesday, 20, September, 2022 by Rabbi

There once was a very prominent doctor who thought more of his fees than of his patients. The doctor was called in to treat the sick wife of a poor tailor. After examining the woman he turned to the husband and said, “This case will take a lot of my time and I can see that you won’t be able to pay me for my services.” “Please, doctor, save her life! ” begged the anxious husband. “I promise to pay you even though I’ll have to pawn everything I own to get the money”

“What if I don’t cure her—will you pay my fee just the same?” insisted the doctor.

“Whatever happens, whether you cure her or kill her, I promise to pay.” cried the husband.

The doctor began to treat the tailor’s wife but within a few days the woman died. Shortly after, the doctor demanded 1500 denarii as his fee. The grieving husband informed him that he was unable to pay and, as was the custom within the Jewish community, they brought the matter to the rabbi for settlement.

The sage understood right away what had happened.

Doctor Fees

“Tell me again,” he asked the physician, “what was your contract with this man?”

“I was to get paid for treating his wife regardless whether I cured or killed her.”

 

“Did you cure her?” asked the rabbi.

“No.”

“Did you kill her?”

“I certainly did not! “

“Then, since you have neither cured her nor killed her what right have you to the money?”

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A Lesson of a Patch

Posted on Sunday, 18, October, 2020Tuesday, 9, January, 2024 by Rabbi

So much has changed in what is taught to youth today. So often domestic skills such as cooking and sewing are overlooked. Many view these skills in a negative way, often saying that they are demeaning. Sadly, much has been lost in our throw-away society and acute gender identification. The question of the ethical and spiritual lessons that were learned are never addressed.

An old grandmother, Bubbie Feiga, taught her grand-daughter, Sarah Rachel, how to patch a worn garment. At the same time, she taught her beloved grand-daughter a lesson in mussar (religious values).

“One should not be ashamed to wear patched clothes,” Bubbie Feiga explained. “On the contrary, one should feel good about it. Do you know why? Because Hashem (G-d) gives us everything we have. But all these wonderful things are not presents forever. No! He entrusts them to us for safekeeping only. At any moment, without warning, He may take them all back. So it’s a shame, even a sin, to show neglect for anything Hashem Himself entrusts to us. A patch, Sarah Rachel, not only prolongs the life of a garment, but the patching demonstrates how much we appreciate everything that the Holy One, blessed be He entrusts to our keeping!”

Few people today wear patches on their garments. Patches have largely disappeared in our wealthy society. Bubbie Feiga’s lesson still applies. G-d gives us everything we have. Every object that comes into our possession is a gift from G-d and should be treated with reverence. The mystics teach that a spark of divinity is in each thing in the world, and therefore every object, every possession, should be properly honored. By prematurely discarding an old item to replace it with a new one, we show disrespect for the holy spark that resides in that object. How long should we keep a garment or other item? Each of us should decide with wisdom; there is no rule. The only rule — which we can learn from Bubbie Feiga—is to show proper care and respect for your possessions.

Years went by and Sarah Rachel went off to college. She missed her Bubbie Feiga, who was now very old. Sarah became very active in the Jewish group at her college and one Friday night she went with some friends to a rabbi’s house for a Shabbos (Sabbath) meal.

The rabbi was a bit old fashioned, and at first Sarah felt very uncomfortable. After the fish and soup were served. The rabbi began telling stories. Sarah thought, “We’re not children. Why is he telling us stories? We are college students and the stories are not appropriate for college students.”

After one particular story, there was a lively discussion around the table. Everyone heard the same story, but there were so many opinions as to the meanings of the story.

The rabbi sat back and listened to the young voices around the table for a long time and then asked, “we learn in the TaNaCH (Torah, Nevi’im, Kasuvim – Scriptures) that ‘Hashem blessed them, and He said to them, Be fruitful and multiply, and fill the earth and subdue it; and have dominion over the fish of the sea and over the birds of the air and over every living thing that moves upon the earth.’ (Genesis 1:28) and he continued, ‘You have given them dominion over the works of your hands’ (Psalm 8:6) and added that the Torah says, ‘Please accept my gift that is brought to you, because G-d has dealt graciously with me’ (Genesis 33:11) and ended with, ‘But above all bless your Maker, who fills you with his good gifts.’ (ben Sira (Sirach) 32:13). The rabbi took a long breath and asked what do all these verses have in common.

The college students around the table rose to the challenge and offered a lot of opinions and ideas, but the rabbi sadly shook his head. “You are all over thinking”, he said.

Sarah sat and listened and a tear formed and rolled down her cheek. As the room fell quiet, she said, “My Bubbie Feiga taught me a long time ago that everything that comes into our possession is a gift from G-d and should be treated special. She taught me that a spark of holiness is in each thing in the world, for that reason should be treated with respect.”

Genesis 33:11

One of the young men, retorted, “You really believe in this G-d stuff?” Sarah answered, “You really don’t understand do you?” “Aw come on how can you believe in these stories. All this religious stuff is mythology,” the young man countered.

Sarah took a deep breath and said, “We talk about diminishing resources, environmental issues, growing pollution and non-renewable resources, but the Torah clearly teaches that we are the stewards of everything in creation. When things are destroyed, who will repair it?”

The young man responded, “Science will find the answers.” Sarah immediately answered, “Very well science has told us what the foundation of life is, so take four test tubes each filled with each of the elements of life, carbon, hydrogen, nitrogen, oxygen, and have the scientist make life.” They can’t only G-d can do that!”

Sarah Rachel spoke to the rabbi several times and visited him during Jewish holidays. One day she came to the rabbi with tears in her eyes, Bubbie Feiga died. “Rabbi” she began, “the stories you told me over the years helped me to understand my Bubbie Feiga and helped me to appreciate and grow in my beliefs. In honor of my Bubbie Feiga please call me Sora Rochel”

Many years have passed, and Sora Rochel teaches her daughter about patches.

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The Baker’s Reward

Posted on Tuesday, 25, August, 2020Tuesday, 20, September, 2022 by Rabbi

Part II – A Blessing Realized and Meeting the Rabbi

When he thought about all those golden coins that his kind employer set aside for him, and were wait¬ing for him at the secret cellar, the baker felt sad. He remembered the rabbi’s blessing. Those golden coins would have made him a rich man, though not nearly as rich as he had expected if the rabbi’s bless¬ing came true. Now he had lost even that! True, he had saved quite a bit from his wages, but now that he had to go back to his bakery there was not much of a chance that he should ever see a golden coin again. “Well, so be it,” he thought, and dismissed the whole matter from his mind.

A few days later, when the baker was in the market place, he heard that a house on the outskirts of the town was up for public sale, as the owner had died without leaving any heir or will. It immediately occurred to the baker that this could very well be the house with the cellar where he had been working for the stranger.

The following morning, the baker took his sav¬ings and hastened to the auction. The house proved to be no great attraction by the look of it; it was old and run-down. No wonder there were very few peo¬ple who were eager to make a bid for it.

The bidding started low, and when the baker raised his offer to an amount he felt he could scrape together by selling his bakery, there was no one who was prepared to outbid him. So his modest offer was accepted, and he put down the money he had with him as a deposit.

In due course, the purchase of the house was completed, and the baker received the keys and title to the house. Thereupon, he moved into the house, and immediately made his way downstairs to the cellar. His heart beating with anticipation and excitement, he tried one key after another until he finally unlocked and opened the creaky door, carefully closing and locking it after him. Then he lit the candle he had taken with him, and lo and behold! The scene was exactly as he had left it the last day he had worked there. There were the neatly stacked up piles of golden coins on the long wooden table, and the jewels, and half-emptied bags as well as many bulging bags with gold and gems that had not yet been touched. What good fortune that no one had been interested enough in the house to go down and look at the cellar!

After feasting his eyes on all that treasure that was now his, he sat down to ponder his new situa¬tion. He realized that he could not suddenly show himself in town as a wealthy man, for everybody knew him as a poor baker. If the local authorities would get wind of his wealth, it would be the end of it for him. So he thought of a plan.

He began to drop a word here and there among his friends and neighbors that he had received word from his uncle in Istanbul, who had no children, and was getting old, asking him to come to live with him and help him in his business. This gave him an excuse to make several trips to Istanbul and transfer his entire fortune there.

The former baker bought a beautiful, home in the center of the city and presented himself as a prosperous diamond merchant. He set up a large business, and soon became very influential in government circles. Never did he forget, however, that all his good fortune came to him because of the rabbi’s blessing, and he hoped that he would some day be able to repay him as he richly deserved.

Many years passed since that night when the rabbi troubled his Arab neighbor, the baker, to light his lamp for him. The aged rabbi, whose lifelong yearning was to be reunited with the Divine Presence at the sacred Western Wall in the Holy City of Jerusalem, now decided to spend his last days in the Holy Land.

When the leaders of the Jewish community in Tunisia learned of their beloved rabbi’s decision, they provided him with all the necessary expenses, as well as with a companion to care for him on the long, difficult journey. They also sent out letters to the heads of the Jewish communities in the various cities where the rabbi would be stopping on his way to the Holy Land, so that they would be prepared to receive the holy rabbi with the honor and respect due to him.

The rabbi arrived in Istanbul where he was duly received with honor and affection. The head of the Jewish community invited him to be his guest for as long as he would care to stay.

While questioning about the needs and concerns of the Jewish community, the rabbi asked his host if there was anything he could do help the community while he was in Istanbul. The head of the community heaved a deep sigh and replied:

“As it happens, our Jewish community is in serious difficulties at present, due to certain decrees that the government has imposed. The only person who can help us is a rich effendi who had great influence at the royal court. A delegation of our com¬munity leaders is going to meet with him tomorrow. However, we are quite concerned about the outcome, as we have never approached him before, and we have no idea how he will react to our request. Would the holy rabbi care to join our delegation? With the help of the Holy One, blessed be He, and in your merits, the chances of success would surely be increased.”

The rabbi readily agreed to go along with the delegation.

As soon as the delegation was ushered into the room where the effendi awaited it, everyone was startled and astonished to see the effendi spring up from his seat and rush to the rabbi to welcome him. The effendi grasped the rabbi’s hands and kissed them reverently. “I am so happy and honored to see you, rabbi,” he said excitedly.

The rabbi looked as much surprised as eve-ryone present.

Returning to his seat, the effendi asked everyone to be seated, and said, “I am now ready to hear your request.”

The head of the Jewish community then told the effendi about the difficult situation the community faced if the harsh decrees were put into effect. He begged the effendi to use his influence at the royal court to persuade the Sultan to rescind them.

“I give you my word,” the effendi promised, “that I shall not rest until I carry out your request.” Then he added, “Now, honorable representatives, please excuse me while I speak for a while to the distinguished guest from Tunisia.”

Thereupon the effendi led the rabbi to a private room, and when they were both seated, began at once:

“I see that the rabbi is puzzled to see me so moved by our meeting. Let me remind you of something that happened many years ago. In Tunis, across the street from your house there lived a baker. Once, in the middle of the night, the rabbi needed a light…”

A happy smile appeared on the rabbi’s face. Of course he remembered that night, and he now realized that the baker and the effendi were one and the same person.

Proverbs 6: 23 Charity

“As you see, holy Rabbi, your blessing came true, beyond my wildest expectations.”

The effendi then confided to the Rabbi how, in a very strange and wondrous way, he had come to his great wealth, and had never forgotten for a moment that it was due only to the rabbi’s blessing. He further told the rabbi how he cherished the hope to see him again and repay in some small measure for the good fortune he had brought him. This is why he was so excited to see him and so eager to fulfill the request of the Jewish community.

Having told his story to the rabbi, the effendi produced a purse filled with golden coins and said, “I would consider it a privilege if the rabbi would accept this as a personal gift.”

The rabbi declined it with thanks, assuring the effendi that all his needs have been provided for.

Before parting, the effendi begged the rabbi to bless him again that his good fortune should con¬tinue to shine on him.

“You see, my friend,” the rabbi replied, “The Almighty pays his debts. In the merit of the good deed you performed to bring light into my home, so that I could study the holy writings, the Almighty bright¬ened your life with good fortune. Be good to the Jewish people, and be generous with your wealth to help anyone in need, then The Holy One, blessed be He will continue to bless you with good health and prosperity.”

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The Baker’s Reward

Posted on Sunday, 23, August, 2020Tuesday, 20, September, 2022 by Rabbi

Part I – A Lamp and a Blessing

Many years ago there lived in Tunisia a holy rabbi, who was highly respected by all the people in his community. He spent most of his time studying the Torah. After a few hours of sleep, he would to get up in the middle of the night to recite Tikkun Chatzot a Jewish prayer recited as an expression of mourning and lamentation over the destruction of the Holy Temple in Jerusalem. He would then joyfully return to study Torah and other holy writings until the early hours of the morning.

One night, he was distressed to find that he had no way to light his oil lamp. Then he remembered that his Arab neighbor, the baker, probably still had a fire in his oven. So the Rabbi went across the street and knocked on the baker’s door, hoping he might still be awake.

The baker had already gone to bed and was fast asleep. The Rabbi kept on knocking until the baker finally opened the door and demanded, sleepily, to know why he was being disturbed in the middle of the night.

“I’m sorry to bother you,” answered the rabbi apologetically, “but I need a light for my lamp.”

There were still some flickering coals in the oven, so the baker kindled a firebrand and gave it to the rabbi.

The rabbi thanked the baker and left. He had hardly crossed the street when the wind blew out the firebrand. As much as he hated to bother the baker again, the rabbi made his way back to the bakery and knocked again on the door.

The sleepy baker got out of bed again and opened the door, looking surprised and annoyed.

“Please forgive me for troubling you again, but the wind blew out the light. I am very sorry…”

Muttering to himself, the baker went to fetch a freshly lit kindling stick, and gave it to the Rabbi without a word. The rabbi thanked him very much, wished him a very good night, and left.

This time he reached his door successfully, but just as he was about to open it, a gust of wind blew out the light again.

“Enough is enough,” a voice inside of him said, “give up and go to bed!”

“Oh no!” The rabbi heard himself say, determined that he would not let anything keep him from his holy studies. He turned around and went to his Arab neighbor for the third time.

Not surprisingly, the baker was frustrated this time, and he opened his door to the rabbi saying:

“With all due respect to you, honorable rabbi, it is the middle of the night and I work from early morning until late afternoon. Every time you knock I have to lift this heavy iron bar to open the door for you.”

“Believe me, I am truly sorry to cause you so much trouble, but it is most important that I can light my lamp to study G-d’s holy word. The Holy One, blessed be He will surely reward you for your good deed with so much gold that would outweigh by far that heavy iron bar!”

The Arab baker had a great respect for the holy rabbi’s blessing. His frustration disappeared and, he observed, “I see you are not used to handling firebrands; this time I’ll take it across for you and make sure that your lamp is lit.”

Saying this, the baker put on his coat, took a burning kindling stick and sheltering it with his coat, successfully brought it into the Rabbi’s house and lit his lamp.

Happy to have received such a wonderful bless¬ing from the holy rabbi, the baker returned home, while the rabbi sat down with a grateful heart and immersed himself in his holy study.

The baker had no doubt that the rabbi’s bless¬ing would be fulfilled. But day followed day and nothing happened. He continued to sweat at his oven, scraping coal, but not gold.

“I guess I am not worthy of the rabbi’s blessing; I’d better forget all about it,” the baker concluded sadly.

Psalms 119: 105

One day, as he took a stroll towards the bazaar to cool off and catch a breath of fresh air, a stranger approached him and asked him if he was looking for work.

“I have a job. I’m a baker, and while it brings me no riches, I make a living, thanks to the Holy One, blessed be He.”

“I see you’re an honest man,” said the stranger. “I need a man like you for my business. What if I offered you five times the amount you earn from your bakery; would you be interested to work for me for a few months?”

“If it’s just for a few months, I’d first have to find someone to take over my bakery for that period of time.”

“Good,” said the stranger. “Let’s meet here tomorrow at the same time.”

The following day, when the baker arrived at the arranged meeting place, the stranger was already there waiting for him.

“I’m ready to start working for you,” the baker announced.

“Very good, come with me.”

The stranger led the baker through a maze of unfamiliar winding streets, uphill and downhill, turning now right now left, until he finally stopped in a side alley.

“I hope you’ll not mind being blindfolded,” the stranger said to the baker. “No one, not even you, must know where you are working; and you must not breathe a word to anyone about the kind of work you’re doing for me.”

The stranger took out a long kerchief and blindfolded the baker. They continued walking for a short distance, then stopped again. Here the stranger led the baker down some steps, took out a large key and opened a creaking door.

“Here we are,” said the stranger, removing the blindfold from the baker’s eyes.

The baker found himself in a windowless cellar, where, by the light of a lamp that the stranger had lit, he saw a long table, with a couple of chairs. On the table lay many small bags, bulging with golden coins and jewels, worthy of a royal treasury.

“Your job,” said the stranger “is to help me separate the coins and jewels and sort them out in heaps according to their size. Then you will have to count them, record the totals, and put them into bags.”

They got busy without further talk except for the instructions the baker received. He liked the work very much, and the time passed quickly.

“That’s enough for today,” said the stranger finally. He gave the baker his day’s wages, five times the amount he would have earned from his bakery. He then put aside a golden coin, saying, “Each day, in addition to your wages, I shall put aside a golden coin for you, and when the entire job is finished I shall give you all the accumulated coins as a parting gift.”

The stranger again blindfolded the baker, unlocked the cellar door, and led him out, carefully locking the door after them. Up the steps, they went and after some distance, he removed the blindfold. They continued by a different way and finally came to the place where they had met for the first time.

“Until tomorrow morning, same time, same place,” the stranger said, and went his way.

They met every morning and spent the day working together in that secret cellar, until one morning, several weeks later, the stranger did not turn up. The baker waited for him for a long time in vain, so he went home. The same thing happened the following day. When the stranger didn’t turn up on the third day either, the baker concluded that something must have happened to him, for they had not fin¬ished their work. “Where can I look for him? I don’t know his name, or where he lives; so that’s the end of that.” There was nothing left for him to do but to return to his work at the bakery.

May all your tales end with Shalom (peace)

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

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To Whom Does the Land Belong

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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ST8 The Rabbi and the Blacksmith

Posted on Wednesday, 22, August, 2018Wednesday, 21, September, 2022 by Rabbi

Listen to a Jewish story from from Kurdistan – The Rabbi and the Blacksmith – Who is stronger in faith? The rabbi who always studies or the blacksmith who welcomes strangers?

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