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Farfel: Put the Past Behind You

Posted on Friday, 28, August, 2020Thursday, 24, August, 2023 by Rabbi

The Talmud says that Shabbos is “a semblance of Olam Haba,” a taste of the delight of the World to Come. Certainly, this refers to something that is incomparably greater than the physical delights we experience.

The Midrash cites the phrase in Genesis (2:1): “And the heaven and earth were completed,” and comments that it is with the onset of Shabbos everything in Creation had been completed and not even the slightest thing was lacking, so should a person feel when Shabbos arrives: everything is complete, there is nothing lacking. There is not the slightest carryover of concern from the previous week. Nothing in one’s life is lacking, not even the slightest thing, just as G-d’s creation was totally complete.

We may have some difficulty in imagining so blissful a state, but if we could achieve it, it would indeed be “a semblance of Olam Haba.” Our minds would then be free for total devotion to spiritual pursuits.

Although a person should always have an attitude of teshuvah, Shabbos is a particularly favorable time for forgiveness. The Talmud says that if a person observes Shabbos properly, all his sins are forgiven (Koheles Rabbah 4). Inasmuch as a person receives an additional soul (neshamah yeseirah) on Shabbos, it is appropriate that one cleanse oneself of all one’s wrongdoings in preparation for this enhanced kedushah (holiness).

To assist in experiencing this heavenly feeling, a farfel stuffing was served on Friday night, and would be referred to it as “Teshuvah Farfel.” The Yiddish word farfallen means “it is in the past, over and done with.” As the farfel stuffing was served, people would say, “Whatever was until now is farfallen,” as a reminder that we should now put the entire past behind us and not bring any concerns of the workweek into Shabbos.

In this month before Rosh Hashanah, let us hope that all can do teshuvah and be forgiven of sins. Each Shabbos brings the hope that all is farfallen – it is in the past, over and done with – so each week we start anew.

Forgiveness Food

Teshuvah Farfel Stuffing

INGREDIENTS

2 large onions, diced

½ pound mushrooms, sliced

3-4 table spoons olive oil or shamltz

garlic cloves, minced

½ teaspoon turmeric

2 celery ribs, thinly sliced

1 teaspoon cumin

1 pound matzo farfel

1 tablespoons fresh oregano

2 cups chicken broth/vegetable broth

1 teaspoon rubbed sage

2 eggs

1 teaspoon paprika

Kosher salt

¼ teaspoon pepper

Freshly ground black pepper

PREPARATION

1. Preheat oven to 350°F. Grease a 9 x 13inch casserole dish.

2. Sauté onions in a large sauté pan lightly coated olive oil/shmaltz, over medium-high heat, until medium brown and very soft.

3. Add mushrooms to the pan and a bit more olive oil/shmaltz. Add spices and continue to sauté

4. Add celery and garlic to the pan and continue to cook for 3 to 5 minutes until celery begins to soften.

5. Transfer vegetables to greased pan. Add matzo farfel, broth, and slightly beaten eggs. Stir to combine. Cover with foil and bake at 350°F for 30 minutes. Uncover and bake 15 minutes more until lightly browned, or cool completely and freeze for up to 1 month.

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The Shalom Bayis Kugel and Recipe

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

A husband and wife came to holy rabbi. They’d had a big argument and said very hurtful things to one another. They were both angry and sad and wanted a divorce.

“My wife,” complained the man, “every week she makes for Shabbos a delicious kugel. I love that kugel! All week I work very hard, just to enjoy that kugel! When I just think of that kugel, my mouth starts watering . . . But what does this foolish woman do to me? She torments me! After I recite the kiddush, do I get the kugel? No-o-o-o. First, she serves the gefilte fish. Then the soup. Then the chicken. And the potatoes. Then a couple of other dishes, and then I’m full; I can’t possibly take one more bite. Then she brings in the kugel! Now, shouldn’t I divorce her?”

The husband went on to say lot more that people normally don’t say in front of a rabbi.

The wife explained that in her parents’ home, it was always done this way. She wouldn’t budge.

So the holy rabbi decided that from now on, she should make two kugels: one to be eaten right after kiddush, and one to serve after the fish and the soup and the chicken and the potatoes. The couple left, reconciled.

From that day on, the holy rabbi always had two kugels at his Shabbos table—one right after kiddush, and another one after the main course. They called it the Shalom Bayis (“peace in the home”) kugel.

Vegetable Kugel

Vegetable Kugel Recipe

Ingredients:

2 large onions, diced

4 carrots, shredded

3-4 Tablespoons oil or shmaltz

8 eggs

4 stalks celery, diced

salt to taste

2 green peppers, diced

pepper to taste

4 stalks celery, diced

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

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

 

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

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

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The Bloodless Challah and a Bread Machine Challah Recipe

Posted on Thursday, 13, August, 2020Tuesday, 20, September, 2022 by Rabbi

The holy rabbi kept an open house. All travelers were welcome. No one in need was ever turned away. One Friday, a non-Jewish beggar came in and asked for a piece of bread. The holy rabbi’s wife had only whole challahs in the house at that moment – challah that she had just baked l’koved Shabbos (in honor of Shabbos). She did not want to cut into one of these special challahs, but her husband urged, “Cut the challah, blood won’t come from it.”

The holy rabbi kept an open house. All travelers were welcome. No one in need was ever turned away. One Friday, a non-Jewish beggar came in and asked for a piece of bread. The holy rabbi’s wife had only whole challahs in the house at that moment – challah that she had just baked l’koved Shabbos (in honor of Shabbos). She did not want to cut into one of these special challahs, but her husband urged, “Cut the challah, blood won’t come from it.”

She did as her husband asked, and gave the non-Jewish beggar as much bread as he wanted to satisfy his hunger.

Sometime later, the holy rabbi had to travel along the road through a forest. He was lost in thought and was amazed at the beauty of the forest. There, he was surrounded and seized by a gang of robbers who took away everything he had. Then they marched him to their leader, who would decide whether or not to kill him.

The leader of the robber gang turned out to be the very same man to whom the holy rabbi’s wife had fed her challah! He recognized the rabbi at once, and told his men, “This holy rabbi kept me alive. Do not harm him in the least – and return everything that you have taken from him!”

The robbers did as they were ordered, and the holy rabbi was allowed to leave in peace.

When he returned home, he told his wife of his adventure and concluded by reminding her, “As I told you: ‘Cut the challah, blood won’t come from it.'”

 

 

 

Bread Machine Challah

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

 

3 1/2 cups bread flour

3-4 Tablespoons white sugar

 

1 Tablespoon yeast or 1 packet of yeast

4 Tablespoons olive oil or avocado oil

 

1 egg, beaten

1 ½ teaspoons salt

 

1-2 tablespoon water

Directions

Place liquid ingredients into pan of the bread machine

Combine dry ingredients and then add to the liquid in the Bread Machine pan

Select Dough cycle; press Start.

After the machine is done, take the dough out, and place it on a very lightly floured board, punch the dough down, and let rest for 5 minutes.

Divide the dough in half. Then divide into 4 equal pieces, roll into ropes about 12 to 14 inches, and braid into a loaf. Do the same with the remaining other half. Gently put the loaves on a greased cookie sheet or bread pans, mist with water, and let rise for 1 to 1 1/2 hours in a warm, draft free place, until double in size.

Preheat oven to 350 degrees F (175 degrees C). In a small bowl, beat together 1 egg and 1 tablespoon water.

Brush risen loaves with egg mixture. Bake in preheated oven for about 20 to 25 minutes. If it begins to brown too soon, cover with foil.

 

 

 

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The Rabbi Who Ate a Whole Pot of Cholent Himself

Posted on Thursday, 30, July, 2020Tuesday, 20, September, 2022 by Rabbi

The holy rabbi was once the honored Shabbos guest of one of the prominent citizens of the village. The custom in those parts was that the householder would pass the whole pot of cholent to his distinguished guest, who would be asked—by way of compliment, as if he were the host—to apportion the steaming Shabbos stew into the plates of the members of the family.

As the cholent was passed to him, the holy rabbi caught a whiff of it, tasted it, then tasted it again, and again—until bit by bit he finished it all, leaving nothing for the others at the table. Then he asked: “Is there perhaps a little more cholent?” And this, too, he finished, down to the last spoonful.

The host and his family were dumbfounded—but it was known that tzaddikim (holy people) see a spiritual mission in eating, revealing the sparks of sanctity that are hidden in the things of This World. Who would be so bold as to pretend to guess at the hidden things that tzaddikim relish…?

But some of his students were present, and in all the time they had known him they had never observed him serving his Maker in this manner. So they gathered up courage and after some time asked him to explain to them about the hidden things that he had delighted in in that cholent.

“I am sure I can trust you with the explanation,” he said. “By mistake, the maid in that household flavored the cholent with kerosene instead of vinegar. I could smell it and taste it. I gathered that if our host and hostess would find out, the defenseless girl would never hear the end of it, and possibly lose her job as well—and she’s a penniless orphan, poor thing. So I ate up the cholent, and let them think of me whatever they please. Why should an orphaned girl have to suffer shame and abuse?”

Shabbos Cholent

Shabbos Cholent

1/4 -1/2 cup navy beans 2 – 3 Tablespoons oil for sautéing
1/4 – 1/3 cup northern beans 1/3 – 1/2 cup barley
1/4-1/3 cup pinto beans 2-6 potatoes, cut into eighths
1/4 – 1/2 cup red kidney beans or 3 – 4 carrots sliced
1 cup cholent beans water for soaking
1 – 2 large onion, diced 2 lbs. breast flanken, chuck steak, or skirt steak
1 – 3 cloves garlic sliced 1 bay leaf
1 teaspoon oregano marrow bones (optional)
1 teaspoon rosemary 2-4 Tablespoons kosher salt
2 Tablespoons paprika boiling water to cover by 2″

 

1. Soak beans overnight in water to cover or place into a microwave dish, cover with boiling water by 2”, and microwave on high for 15 minutes. Drain.

2. In a 6-quart pot or crock-pot, sauté the onion and garlic in oil until golden.

3. Add all the ingredients to the pot and bring to a boil

4. If using a pot, lower heat and simmer until nearly Shabbos; then place on the blech to simmer through the night. If using a crock-pot, cook on low until ready to serve.

5. Before Shabbos, taste and adjust seasonings. If the water has been absorbed, add more water.

6. Cover and simmer until the daytime seudah.

NOTE: Cholent kugel, potato kugel or kishke can be placed into the pot.

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A Fish and a Guest for Shabbos by a Prayer

Posted on Friday, 24, July, 2020Thursday, 17, August, 2023 by Rabbi

“What a beautiful fish, I must buy it in honor of Shabbos (the Sabbath Day)!” exclaimed a Jewish woman excitedly to the maid who’d accompanied her to the marketplace. “How fortunate that we came nice and early this Friday.”

Because the fish was so large, it was very expensive, but she could well afford it. Her husband, a noted scholar and leader of the community, was also quite wealthy.

She herself was an exceptional woman. As the daughter of and granddaughter of holy rabbis, she well appreciated the delight and importance of a Torah atmosphere on Shabbos. Seeing her purchase energetically thrashing around in her basket, she joyfully thanked G d for enabling her to add to the beauty and holiness of the Shabbos table in such truly fine fashion.

That afternoon a carriage pulled up in front of their door, and a distinguished-looking man stepped out. No one knew who he was, but it was obvious from his appearance and his manners that here was a true Torah personality. Her husband welcomed him heartily, and with respect and deference invited him to stay for Shabbos.

The guest, who chose not to reveal his identity, definitely enjoyed Shabbos with his scholarly host in the luxurious setting, the whole time, night and day, he was nagged by a mystery. What was the reason for the amazing chain of events that led him to spend the Day of Rest so far from his home? Surely it was not just to have a pleasurable Shabbos. What was he supposed to accomplish here?

After Seuda Shelishis (the Third Meal on the Sabbath) the holy rabbi retired to his room to rest for a bit, but his feeling of unfulfilled purpose gave him no peace. He decided to do a shaalas chalom (“query by dream”). Before he lay down, he composed his mind carefully and focused on his query: “May Heaven inform me why I have been sent to this town. Where are the hidden sparks of holiness that I am supposed to elevate? What must I achieve?”

When he awoke, he had his answer. There is no special task for you to fulfill here, he was informed while he slept, nor anything to rectify. But on Friday morning the lady of the house had purchased a large fish in honor of Shabbos, and on her way home from the marketplace she had prayed: “Ribbono She Olam – Master of the Universe You granted me this beautiful fish in honor of Your holy Shabbos. Please also grant me a suitably pious and learned guest to enjoy this fish tonight.” As nobody in this generation is more worthy than you, you were “summoned” by Heaven to arrive here for Shabbos.

After havdalah and the melaveh malkah meal, therabbi made his departure. The host and his sons escorted him out to his carriage. Much to their surprise—and at change with accepted custom—their distinguished holy guest requested of them that they call the hostess out for the farewell too.

When she arrived, he said to her: “I was a great distance from here, but because of your prayer yesterday, I was compelled to travel all the way here to spend Shabbos with your family. Your prayers are powerful!”

Salmon Recipe
 

6 1/2″ slices salmon fillet

juice of 1 fresh lemon

1 medium-size onion, thickly sliced

1 teaspoon kosher salt

1 cup water

1/4 cup raisins

1 Tablespoon brown sugar

6 bay leaves

1 Tablespoon honey

12 whole allspice

  • Prepare the marinade. In a 4- or 5-quart pot, boil onion slices in one cup of water for 3 minutes. Add brown sugar, honey, salt, and lemon juice. Stir; after cooking one minute, taste and adjust ingredients as needed.

  • Let the marinade cool. Add the salmon fillets and refrigerate in the pot for 3 hours.

  • Remove the pot from the refrigerator. Bring to a slow boil. After 20 minutes, add raisins, bay leaves, and pickling spice. Cook 5 minutes longer; remove from heat. Remove bay leaves.

  • Serve immediately or at room temperature. Store the fish slices in the marinade. It will keep in the refrigerator for one week.

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The Mysterious Kiddush Sleep

Posted on Friday, 8, May, 2020Tuesday, 20, September, 2022 by Rabbi

Shalom Aleichem and Eishes Chayil had already been sung. The lights from the Shabbos candles reflected softly in the dark wine in the Kiddush cup. A hush settled over the room as everyone moved around the Shabbos table to hear kiddush. Avraham the Miller took a deep breath and . . . fell asleep in his seat.

“Taty! Taty! Father! Father!” the family called….No response. Chana Sorah put her hand on her husband’s shoulder and shook him, but that didn’t help either. “Wake up! Wake up!” the children encouraged. Everyone thought he had fainted and began to worry. Someone ran to get the doctor.

The doctor found it difficult to wake him from his deep sleep and could not understand what had happened to him. He suggested to let Avraham sleep it off. Someone else would have to make kiddush.

Avraham the Miller didn’t wake up till morning. He was embarrassed to hear what had happened. He fell into a deep sleep the next Friday night and it happened again. It seemed that every week as everyone was waiting for Kiddush Friday night, Avraham fell asleep.

After several weeks, Avraham the Miller cried, “What is happening to me? How can I not say Kiddush? Something is very wrong.” He was sad and embarrassed and was determined to He rose from his chair, where he had fallen asleep at the Shabbos table in front of the Kiddush cup and sadly told his wife, Chana Sorah, “I don’t understand what is happening? Nothing helps! I can’t go on like this. After Shabbos I’m going to the holy rabbi!”

The next day he went to the old wooden shul (synagogue), and told the whole story to the holy rabbi. He cried as he asked to be cured so that he could enjoy Shabbos, they Day of Rest as he had done in the past.

The holy rabbi listened and then said, “It seems, that you have somehow violated Shabbos, which is why you are being prevented from honoring her.”

Avraham the Miller became even more upset. “I don’t understand. I’m so careful with the laws of Shabbos. Violating Shabbos? I can’t imagine how that ever might have happened.”

Sadly, he went home and told his family everything the holy rabbi said. They were shocked. They all knew how careful he was about keeping Shabbos. After listening to his father, one of his older sons spoke up. “Taty (father), I have to tell you that the holy rabbi’s words revealed genuine divine inspiration because, unfortunately, they are true. One Friday night, when I was up late, I saw you get up in the middle of the night. You were obviously still half asleep. I saw you light a candle so you could see your way to get a drink of water, and then you extinguished it when you were finished. The next morning it was clear that you had no recollection of what had happened, and not wanting to shame you or show disrespect, I never said anything. Now that the holy rabbi saw this violation of Shabbos, I realize I am obligated to share what I saw.”

The man immediately went and told the holy rabbi what his son had reported, and the rebbi said, “That’s it. How can a Jewish person allow himself to forget the holiness of Shabbos, under any circumstances? There are two primary obligations towards Shabbos: to ‘remember’ it (Exodus 20:8) and to ‘safeguard’ it (Deuteronomy 5:12), both of which, our sages tell us, were declared by the Almighty ‘in a single utterance.’ ‘Remember’ is accomplished through speech, by expressing the holiness of Shabbos in the words of the kiddush. ‘Safeguard’ is for the mind and heart, to be continually aware of the holiness of Shabbos throughout the entire day, that it not be transgressed. Sadly, you failed to ‘safeguard’ Shabbos, so you have lost the right to ‘remember’ her.”

Shabbos Shabbat

“Please, rabbi,” sobbed the man, “tell me how to repent. Give me a remedy. Save me from this unbearable affliction!”

“There is nothing I can do for you. The only ‘remedy’ there is for you is if you are challenged by a test in Shabbos observance, and you stand up to it. Then the Shabbos will be appeased of your insult.”

These final words made the miller feel a little better. He trusted the holy rabbi, and resolved to stand up to the trial, no matter what it might be.

Not long after a summons came from his poritz, the nobleman from whom he leased his mill in exchange for an annual rent and a percentage of its income. The latter informed him that he planned to greatly expand the flour mill’s capacity, and that in order to recoup the large amount of money that he would have to invest, it would be necessary for the mill to operate on Saturdays as well, starting now.

“That’s impossible,” the Jewish miller declared firmly. “I only work six days, never on Shabbos.

“Oh, come on,” said the nobleman, “I know that you can get around it if you want to. I heard that a rabbi can make some kind of contract where you can stay home, but the mill stays open and I don’t lose the income.”

“I’ve never employed such a leniency in relation to Shabbos, and I never will,” the miller firmly declared.

The nobleman raised his voice. “Stubborn fool! I’ll give you the two months it will take to complete the renovations to start to operate the mill on Saturday. If you don’t, I’ll throw you out.”

The poritz carried out his threat, and evicted the miller. Without any income, he and his family soon fell on to hard times. Even basic food for the children became hard to supply. What’s more, his “Shabbos disease” still afflicted him. Even though things were difficult, he persisted in his determination not to fail the Shabbos again.

Meanwhile, the mill’s owner had completed the expansion of the mill, and had found a manager who was willing to work a seven-day week. But right from the start it didn’t work out. Unusual accidents kept occurring, and all sorts of problems arose. Huge losses piled up. The situation was bizarre, and everyone realized it.

The nobleman was forced to admit to himself that his problems must be connected to his having ruined the livelihood of the Jewish miller. So he sent for his former tenant and, after revealing the mill’s desperate situation, offered to lease it to him as before.

“And what about my Shabbos?” the Jewish miller asked.

“Look,” he answered, “after all the unusual problems and sharp losses, I realize that G d is with you. Do however you see fit.”

So the Jewish miller returned to the mill, and was soon blessed with more success than he had ever had. Also, his affliction disappeared at the same time, just as the holy rabbi had said. But even with his new wealth, reciting kiddush on Shabbat night remained his greatest pleasure.

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Lekoved Shabbos – For the Honour of Shabbos

Posted on Friday, 6, December, 2019Friday, 10, November, 2023 by Rabbi

Lekoved (for the honour of) Shabbos…lekoved Shabbos…. On Shabbos everything you do is lekoved Shabbos. When you eat fish, you say lekoved Shabbos. When you eat soup, you say lekoved Shabbos. But this is what everyone does….

In book written over 200 years ago a holy rabbi shared a story inside the front cover:

When I was seventeen years old, I was desperate to have a holy teacher a true rebbe. A Rebbe is not someone who gives you information, but someone who connects you to the deepest depths of your heart and to the highest place in Heaven. I needed a rebbe. I traveled and met many rabbis, but none could touch my heart.

One day I was told that a holy rabbi was coming to the village I was in for Shabbos. He learned together with the holiest of the holy and that he knew all of the revealed and hidden Torah. I felt in my heart that this was my rebbe even though I never met him before. I remembered that when Eliezer was in search of a wife for our holy Yitzchak Avinu (Isaac our father), he made himself a sign.

In the village there was a Jewish porter called Yankele Lekoved Shabbos. He was a very strong person, but sadly he knew very little.

He would walk around in the market place and whenever someone would buy something which was too heavy to carry he would bring it to their home.

If say on Sunday, Chanah the widow would buy ten pounds of potatoes, she would say, “Hey Yankele, could you carry the potatoes for me?” Yankele would pick up the ten pounds of potatoes, and he would say to Chanah, “Forgive me for asking, but do you think that there will be some potatoes left lekoved Shabbos?” She would say, maybe only to do Yankele a favor, “Ten pounds of potatoes is a lot of potatoes, I’m sure there will be some left for Shabbos.”

Yankele would begin to glow. He would lift up the potatoes to Heaven and he would start singing, “Lekoved Shabbos… For the honour of Shabbos.” You could see that he was in such a holy place when he was singing. He would ask on Monday, and on Tuesday, but on Wednesday he wouldn’t even ask because from Wednesday on whatever you do is for Shabbos. But his day was Friday.

The whole marketplace came alive as Yankele carried apples, potatoes and onions to all the Jewish homes while singing, Lekoved Shabbos… For the honour of Shabbos.

So I decided that this will be my sign. When the holy rabbi comes for Shabbos, after the prayers everyone will say good Shabbos to him. If he says good Shabbos to Yankele like to everyone else, this is not my rebbe; but if he stops and pays special attention to him, then he is my rabbi and teacher.

The praying and dancing of the holy rabbi was so beautiful it touched everyone. After the prayers were over everyone said good Shabbos to the holy rabbi. Only two people were left. I was waiting for Yankele, and Yankele, nebuch (unfortunately), was so used to abuse that he thought that most probably the holy rabbi wouldn’t even shake his hand.

Suddenly the holy rabbi turned around and motioned to both of us. So I lined up behind Yankele and he walked up to the holy rabbi. The holy rabbi held out his hand, and Yankele reluctantly, bashfully, gave him his hand. The holy rabbi closed his eyes and said, “My friend, what is your name?” He answered, “Yankele.” “Do you have another name also?” He said very nervously, “People call me Yankele Lekoved Shabbos.” The holy rabbi had tears running down his face. He said, “Yankele, what an honor! I envy you for your name. People call you Yankele Lekoved Shabbos, what an honour!”

Tell me about yourself” Yankele said, while the holy rabbi was still holding his hand, “I grew up on the street. I never knew my parents. I’m very strong so I became a porter. I don’t have a wife because people don’t think I know enough. All I know is to pray a little bit and to recite the Psalms.”

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The holy rabbi asked, “Yankele Lekoved Shabbos, tell me; when you carry something and you sing “Lekoved Shabbos” what are you thinking about?” Yankele began to cry. He held on so tightly to the holy rabbi’s hand and said, “Holy rabbi, I know the beginning, but I don’t know the end. I know in the beginning; G-d created the world. I know of our holy forefathers Avraham, Yitzchak, and Yaakov. I know of the Twelve Tribes. I know we built the Holy Temple in Yerushalayim ir haKodesh (Jerusalem the holy city). But I don’t know the end. When will G-d rebuild again, the Holy Temple? When will we all go back to Yerushalayim the Holy City? I sing Lekoved Shabbos, let it be soon. For the honour of Shabbos, let it be today. Lekoved Shabbos….” The tears of Yankele and the tears of the holy rabbi were flowing.

The holy rabbi said, “Yankele Lekoved Shabbos, if every Jewish person would know that everything that happens to us is only lekoved Shabbos, for the honour of Shabbos, The Great Shabbos would be so near and Moshiach (theMessiah) would come.”

One day after holy rabbi left the village, Yankele disappeared. It was clear to me that he went together with the holy rabbi but I never saw him. I became a student of that holy rabbi and after many years I had the privilege of becoming the rabbi of the village. I could never forget Yankele; I was still looking for him.

Then one day, many years later, I came to a faraway shteitele (small village) and I could hear the heavenly music, “Lekoved Shabbos… Lekoved Shabbos.” I looked at Yankele and suddenly it was clear to me: The holy rabbi came to my village, took me as his student, and I was privileged to become a rabbi and teacher.

You know what he did with Yankele Lekoved Shabbos? He became one of the lamed vov tzadikim – the thirty six Holy Hidden saints. Who else would become one of the thirty six Holy Hidden saints but Yankele Lekoved Shabbos?

May you be blessed that your life should be lekoved Shabbos.

Lekoved Shabbos

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You Shall Honour the Sabbath Day

Posted on Friday, 22, November, 2019Friday, 18, August, 2023 by Rabbi

A wealthy merchant had two sons who lived in a distant city. The first was a rich merchant like his father, while the second was a penniless beggar. The two brothers had not seen their father for many years.

One day, the wealthy son received a letter from his father informing him that his youngest brother was getting married and that his sons join him and the rest of the family for the wedding. The father, in his letter, wrote, “I have a request to make of you, do not be sparing in the slightest; rather, purchase lavish attire in my honor, and come celebrate this joyous wedding with us. You needn’t worry — I will cover all of the expenses.”

Heeding his father’s request, the wealthy son, wife and children all bought beautiful richly embroidered clothing, befitting individuals of their stature. When the day of the wedding arrived, he ordered a magnificent coach to transport them to the celebration.

Prior to setting out, he sent for his poor brother ordering him to rush to his house. The poor brother arrived wearing clothing that was tattered and torn. He wondered why he had been called. “Get up into the coach quickly,” ordered the wealthy brother. “There is no time for explanations. We are going to travel to our father in order to participate in the wedding of our youngest brother.”

When news of his sons’ arrival reached the father’s house, he and his household, all of his servants as well as his many friends, went out to greet them. Adding to the festive atmosphere was a band of musicians, who marched in front of them, playing pleasant and joyous melodies. When the coach arrived, the wealthy son and his family — dressed ever so elegantly — got down from the coach, only to be followed by the poor brother who was barefoot and wearing rags.

“Who is this man?” whispered the shocked townspeople.

The more observant of the crowd were quick to answer, “Don’t you recognize him?” they said. “He is the man’s second son.” The wedding was held in grand style, and after seven days of feasting, the wealthy son approached his father to in order to bid him farewell. “Go in peace,” said the father. “May Hashem grant you a safe journey.”

Honor Shabbos Sabbath day

“But father,” asked the son boldly,” what about the expenses that you promised to cover?”

“Look carefully at what it says in the letter that I sent you,” responded the father.

”I agreed to reimburse you on condition that you purchased beautiful clothing in my honor… Yet you did nothing whatsoever to honor me!” cried the father. “All of the money you spent was solely to enhance your own honor!

For if you were truly concerned with my honor, you would have made sure that your brother was dressed appropriately as well. Just look at the embarrassment and shame you’ve caused me by allowing my son to arrive barefoot and dressed in rags.”

A person should therefore try his utmost to honor and enjoy Shabbos – the Holy Sabbath day. How can it be that a person could sit in his home, dressed in elegant attire and enjoying of delicious delights, while his unfortunate brother sits in his home like a mourner, eating nothing more than just plain bread and simple food?

We learn, “Honor your father and your mother”: I would think that they are to be honored with words. It is, therefore, written (Mishlei/Proverbs 3:9) “Honor the L rd from your wealth.” Just as there, “wealth,” here, too, food, drink, and a new garment are understood.” (Mekhilta d’Rabbi Yishmael 20:12) We should strive to serve the Holy One, blessed be He and not exclusively ourselves.

Sadly, this is an indication that the money he spent on his Shabbos delicacies was not for the purpose of delighting in the gifts from the Holy One, blessed be He, but rather, simply to indulge himself. Hashem does not guarantee to reimburse such expenditures.

It is written, “If you refrain from trampling the Sabbath, From pursuing your affairs on My holy day; If you call the Sabbath “delight,” The L-rd’s holy day “honored”. And if you honor it and go not your ways nor look to your affairs, nor strike bargains Then you can seek the favor of the L-rd.” (Isaiah 58: 13-14)

May you be blessed by Shabbos with a special sense of holiness that lasts from Shabbos to Shabbos

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Power of Speech and the Joy of Shabbos

Posted on Friday, 8, November, 2019Friday, 27, October, 2023 by Rabbi

“B’asara maamaros nivra haolam – With ten utterances the world was created. (Avos 5:1) “And G-d completed on the seventh day His work that He did, and He abstained on the seventh day from all His work that He did. (Genesis 2:2),” King David explains that “By the word of the L-rd the heavens were made, and all their host by the breath of his mouth.” (Psalm 33:6) everything was created. Since words an be work, on Shabbos (the Sabbath Day) we must be careful which words we speak and how many of them.

Thinking about work or business is permissible, however, keeping to the spirit of Shabbos, as a holy day, it is discouraged and forbidden. The Shulchan Aruch (Orach Chaim 306:8) teaches, “It is permitted to think about one’s weekday affairs; however, in order to enjoy Shabbos (the Sabbath Day), it is a religious precept/commandment not to think about them at all and it should be as if all of one’s work is done.”

There was once a very righteous man who owned a vineyard. His vineyard was protected on all sides by a wall. One Shabbos afternoon, when the man was taking a little walk, he noticed that a hole was broken in one spot. He became very worried. “If wild animals or passersby get into the vineyard and eat up my grapes,” he thought, “I will no longer earn money from selling grapes. I will have to fix the wall immediately after Shabbos.” In order to save time he decided, “I will go on Shabbos to someone who knows about building walls to find out exactly how to fix the hole. The sooner wall will be repaired, the safer my grapes will be. If I know exactly how to do it, I will be able to start as soon as Shabbos is over.”

When he came home after talking to the wall builder, he was calm at first, but soon he began to feel sorry for his actions.

“What have I done,” he exclaimed! “I made a terrible mistake; I’m afraid I violated Shabbos, ruined the holiness and spirituality. During Shabbos, we are not allowed to even talk about forbidden work that we plan to do after Shabbos. The Holy One, blessed be He wants us to imagine that all work is done. We should not worry about future work at all.” He was so sorry that he had discussed the wall repair on Shabbos. He decided that he must repent. But how?

The righteous man thought “I want to show the Holy One, blessed be He that I am really sorry that I talked about the repair on Shabbos. Therefore, I won’t fix the wall even after Shabbos is over. I will always leave it broken just as it is now.”


Psalms 33:6

He was, in fact, allowed to repair the wall after Shabbos, but since he was such a religious person, he didn’t want to benefit from words that were forbidden on Shabbos.

The Holy One, blessed be He rewarded the man by performing a miracle for him. A large bush began to grow in front of the exact spot where the wall was broken. The bush completely blocked the hole in the wall. This bush was a special kind called a Tzlaf (Caper) bush. The Tzlaf bush grows a delicious kind of fruit. Both the leaves and the fruit are edible. There was always plenty of fruit on the bush because the Holy One, blessed be He made the fruit of the Tzlaf bush grow and regrow very quickly.

This amazing bush also provided the righteous man with a good income. He was able to sell its fruits which kept growing all the time. From then on, he was able to learn Torah without worrying about money. This was his reward for treating Shabbos with holiness and sincerely regretting his actions.

Caper Flower Shabbat Shabbos

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Bentching Shabbos Licht Saves a Family

Posted on Friday, 1, November, 2019Friday, 25, August, 2023 by Rabbi

Bentching licht, kindling the Holy Lights before Shabbos, brings a healing into the world. The Holy One, blessed be He gave to our holy mothers and sisters the mitzvah of bringing the light of Shabbos into the home and community. Each week as the wicks are carefully prepared the anticipation of Shabbos kodesh (the Holy Sabbath) spreads throughout the house. Such little lights truly make a difference. You may ask, “Isn’t Shabbos itself such a great light? Isn’t Shabbos, as the Talmud says, a torch? Why do you need a little candle?” But you see, you are asking with the mind of six days of the week. Shabbos is indeed a great light, but the little candle, the little fire is so precious, so precious before G-d.

When our women and girls kindle lights, at that one moment, there’s no wall between them and the Holy One, blessed be He. There is no wall between them and their husbands, brothers and their children. There is no wall between them and all of the people. There is no wall between them and the whole world. What a holy moment….

You know, sadly enough, today we’re living in a different world. Sadly enough, so many marriages break up, so many hearts are broken, so many windows are just knocked out. Not so long ago this hardly ever happened.

One day the holy rabbi was told that the wife of one of his students had moved back to her parents. He was so heartbroken, he called the woman and this is what he said, “I want you to know, your husband loves you so much. He is up all night in the synagogue, reciting the Psalms and praying that you should come back to him, because he loves you so much. So I’m begging you, please, please, please, go back to your husband who loves you.

The young woman with a tear in her eye answered, “Rabbi, holy rabbi, let it be clear to you, I didn’t leave my husband because I don’t love him. I love him so much it causes be so much pain to be away from him. Sadly, the Holy One, blessed be He didn’t bless us yet with children, and a house without children is more destroyed than the Holy Temple. A house without laughter, without crying of children, is so lonely, so empty. I couldn’t bare it anymore, so I went back to my parents’ home. Holy rabbi if you want me to go back to my husband, bless me with children.” She was a very clever woman, so added said, “Holy rabbi, if you bless me with children, bless me to have a son like you.”

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The holy rabbi just smiled and he said to her, “I’ll be so happy to bless you to have a son like me, but you have to promise me something: If you will be a mother like my mother, then you will have children like me.”

My mother would pray every day from her heart. She’d close her eyes and begin, “Tatteh Zeeseh, Heilegeh Tatteh (Sweet Father, Holy Father)”. Can you imagine how many tears my mother shed, how many prayers she offered, when she kindled lights before Shabbos? I was so little, but yet I knew; the only one who prayed more than my mother, was the High Priest on Yom Kippur in the Holy of Holies.

One Friday she was crying so much, and I guess she bent over the candles, and her tears fell on the candles. When she opened her eyes, it was already Shabbos. There were no more candles. The tears extinguished the fire. My mother said, “Ribbono shel olam (Master of the World), Heiligeh Tatteh in Himmel (Holy Father in Heaven), I can’t live without the light of Shabbos. Master of the World, Master of the World, Master of the World, how can I have Shabbos without my Shabbosdike licht (Shabbos light)? But it’s already Shabbos, so I’m begging You, Master of the World, please You, You Master of the World, rekindle my light, rekindle my Shabbosdike Licht.”

The holy rabbi said to the woman, “I swear to you, I saw a hand coming down from Heaven and kindling the lights of Shabbos.”

The holy rabbi gave his blessing to the young woman and she went home to her husband. Each Friday night as the sun was setting the young woman would welcome the heiligeh Shabbos (holy Sabbath) with prayers from her heart and one Shabbos before the year was over crying was heard from her home – a child was born.

May the children be blessed to always stand next to their mothers when they light the holy Shabbos candles. What a moment… what a moment…. The deepest moment in Shabbos.

A Gut’n Shabbos – Good Shabbos – Shabbat Shalom

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