Chanukah additions:

(Below is from Sara Nasirov & me)

1) “Al HaNisim” - Shemoneh Esrei & Bentching .

In Shmoneh Esrei, if forgot and did not yet say H-shem HaTov, can say it then and then continue from V'Chol HaChayim.

If already said H-shem HaTov, do NOT need to repeat (Siddur Kol Yaakov HaShalem). In bentching (acc. to what I learned w/ Rabbi Heber in Maalot), since no obligation of feast for Chanukah, do NOT NEED to repeat bentching.. HOWEVER, if remember before saying Baruch Ata H-shem of next blessing, say Al HaNissim and continue from there. If already sd Baruch Ata H-shem continue bentching and right before HaRachaman Hu Yizakeinu, insert HaRachaman Hu Ya'aseh Lanu Nissim v'nifla'ot ka'asher Asa l'Avoteinu bayamim hahem bazman hazeh then finish bentching (Siddur Kol Yaakov the complete artscroll siddur)

ps- i believe the laws above are same for ashkenaz and sefardim

2)FULL Hallel (*Sefardi women say it without a bracha )

3)After Shir Shel Yom:Tehillim-Perek Lamed:"Mizmor Shir Chanukat HaBayit l'David”

*NO TACHANUN AND SO NO VIDUY ALSO...

*OMIT LAMNATZECH AFTER 2ND ASHREI IN SHACHARIT

Here is a list of tehillim to say while the menorah is burning:

90 (tsaddi),30 (lamed) ,33 (lamed gimmel) ,67 (samech zayin),19 (yud tes),100 (Kuf),133 (kuf lamed gimmel)

Remember it is a special zechus to gaze into the lights of the menorah

Divrei Chizuk e-mail said a beautiful thing for Chanukah :

"Remember Chanukah is a time of Nissim. Look for them, and be mispallel to Hashem to show them to you ."

( *** By the way you can get the divrei chizuk e-mails daily by e-mailing them at : info@divreichizuk.com )

Chanukah additions:

(Below is from Sara Nasirov & me)

1) “Al HaNisim” - Shemoneh Esrei & Bentching .

In Shmoneh Esrei, if forgot and did not yet say H-shem HaTov, can say it then and then continue from V'Chol HaChayim.

If already said H-shem HaTov, do NOT need to repeat (Siddur Kol Yaakov HaShalem). In bentching (acc. to what I learned w/ Rabbi Heber in Maalot), since no obligation of feast for Chanukah, do NOT NEED to repeat bentching.. HOWEVER, if remember before saying Baruch Ata H-shem of next blessing, say Al HaNissim and continue from there. If already sd Baruch Ata H-shem continue bentching and right before HaRachaman Hu Yizakeinu, insert HaRachaman Hu Ya'aseh Lanu Nissim v'nifla'ot ka'asher Asa l'Avoteinu bayamim hahem bazman hazeh then finish bentching (Siddur Kol Yaakov the complete artscroll siddur)

ps- i believe the laws above are same for ashkenaz and sefardim

2)FULL Hallel (*Sefardi women say it without a bracha )

3)After Shir Shel Yom:Tehillim-Perek Lamed:"Mizmor Shir Chanukat HaBayit l'David”

*NO TACHANUN AND SO NO VIDUY ALSO...

*OMIT LAMNATZECH AFTER 2ND ASHREI IN SHACHARIT

Here is a list of tehillim to say while the menorah is burning:

90 (tsaddi),30 (lamed) ,33 (lamed gimmel) ,67 (samech zayin),19 (yud tes),100 (Kuf),133 (kuf lamed gimmel)

Remember it is a special zechus to gaze into the lights of the menorah

Divrei Chizuk e-mail said a beautiful thing for Chanukah :

"Remember Chanukah is a time of Nissim. Look for them, and be mispallel to Hashem to show them to you ."

( *** By the way you can get the divrei chizuk e-mails daily by e-mailing them at : info@divreichizuk.com )

cakes4cause

CHANNUKAH IS A SPECIAL CHAG THAT WE ALL LOVE

ITS THE TIME WE GIVE THANKS TO THE ONE ABOVE

HASHEM MADE A NEIS AND LET THE OIL LAST FOR DAYS

NOW HOW CAN WE EVER GIVE ENOUGH THANKS TO REPAY?

WE KNOW HASHEM LOVES HIS PEOPLE SO MUCH

SO LETS HELP THEM OUT BY MAKING YUMMY THINGS TO MUNCH (on)

PROCEEDS WILL GO TO YACHAD AND CHAI LIFELINE

OUR FRIENDS WILL BE RUNNING THE MILES

AND IF WE DO OUR PART IM SURE IT WILL MAKE HASHEM SMILE

SO LETS GET TOGETHER AND HAVE BAKE SALE NUMBER 3

YOU CAN TAKE THESE TREATS HOME FOR YOUR CHANNUKAH PARTY!!

HOPE TO SEE YOU AT THE SALIG HOME THIS SUNDAY THE FIFTH

FROM 11 O'CLOCK UNTIL 2PM ITS SOMETHING YOU DONT WANT TO MISS!

Rav Pincus- Shabbos Kadosh

One of the outstanding characteristics of the Jew throughout the ages was simchah. i once heard in the name of a ceratin, a non-jew, a linguist, that no language in the world has as many expressions of joy as Hebrew does. In engligh ther are only two or three words for "joy". But Hebrew has very many terms, among them, simchah, gilah, rinah, ditzah,chedvah. WHY????? because each group of people emphasizes the things that are essential to their lives. for instance, in the eskamo language there are six or seven synonyms for the word snow but in English there is only one word for "snow" and so too in hebrew. but the eskimos have a lot of words for snow, because they live in snow. Thus they distinguish between dry snow, wet snow, cold snow etc. But snow is not essential part of our lives so we dont need a lot of words for it. Jews throughout the generations lived in happiness and Joy.. it is an ESSENTIAL part of being a yid =)

Parters in Torah videos... you should do it if you have the time

Bilvavi by Ari Goldwag with a nice little vort....

Rabbi Wallerstein 5 min

Mi Kiamcha Yisrael!

I just wanted to share something that happened today that reminded me that I practice optometry in Jerusalem.

I was examining an 8 year old kid. He looked like a regular kid wearing a T-shirt and shorts. I was in the middle of doing his vision evaluation and in the distance I could hear the siren of an ambulance, as I do from time to time.

The 8 year old boy asked me if I could stop the exam. I thought that he wanted to go to the bathroom. But what he did instead was to recite Psalm121 (Essa Einai - I lift my eyes) by heart in Hebrew to pray for the well-being of whoever it was in that ambulance. When he finished, he let me carry on.

please please please daven that the surgeries for binyamin ben chana should go well and he should be happy healthy and safe.
Thanks so much!

He is having a surgery tom (Monday) at 11 am and iyH another one on Wednesday.

I REALLY appreciate it... if you can please put a reminder in your phone calendars...

every single tifela counts...

Rav Raz Hartman

Raz Hartman will be playing, he is an amazing Rav and musician from Eretz Yisroel. Highly recommend you go hear him!
NYU's Bronfman Center 7 East 10th Street.
Sunday Nov 21 730 p.m.

This was taken from Mevakesh Lev---something interesting thank you Rav Ehrman!!!

This was taken from Mevakesh Lev---something interesting thank you Rav Ehrman!!!

Overeating

Rav Aviner in Be'ahava U'bemunah Parshas Vayeitzei - Translated by R. Blumberg


Question: I eat without end although I am not hungry. I tried a diet and it didn’t help, because I eat obsessively. I want to stop but I don’t succeed, and my weight increases from day to day.

Answer: You’re not alone. It’s a pervasive plague. There are a billion people on earth who weigh too much (by the way, a similar number of people are undernourished, and each day 25,000 die of hunger). 350 million overeaters are classed as having an eating disorder. Money spent on abnormal overeating in the U.S. each day equals 250 million dollars. Daily expenditures in the U.S. on various weight-lowering programs equal 110 million dollars. Overeating really is a plague. In Israel, 39% of people are overweight. Of these, 60% are adults, 20% are boys and 19% are girls.Obesity can cause heart problems and many other illnesses, and the reason is simple: The body is taking in more calories than it is burning off. The cure is thus simple: Don’t eat fattening foods. Don’t eat sweet foods like chocolate, cake or sweets, or fatty milk products. Break out of the cycle of overeating: Taking in calories creates a need. It’s not real hungerbut artificial hunger.

And what is the ultimate cause of that uncontrollable desire to eat? There are various causes: psychological factors, loneliness, sadness, or depression, as well as hormonal irregularities and imprecise functioning of the brain, indicating, only after a delay, that a person is already sated, thus leaving an inaccurate feeling of hunger. In any event, the solution is not crash diets that require strong discipline and a great effort, but which generally fail. Rather, a different approach is needed.

Various Strategies

1. Eat a good breakfast, which our sages called “Pat Shacharit” -- one’s “morning bread”.

2. Eat a meal once every three hours, so that one will not be hungry and will not attack the food. Such was the custom of Jews from Germany, and it is linked to their custom of waiting three hours between meat and milk. Then, that three-hour habit will become second nature.

3. Prepare yourself something healthy in your bag in case you feel hungry during the day, like a piece of fruit, a vegetable, or a healthy cracker.

4. Prepare yourself healthy, tasty food at home with which to start your meal, like salad or vegetable soup.

5. Avoid fast food. Usually it’s not healthy

.6. Don’t drink sweet drinks.


7. If you slip, make amends quickly. Keep matters in hand. If someone makes a mistake and suffers for it, should he then make the same mistake and suffer more?

8. If there is healthy food on the table, wait ten minutes before eating so as overcome the strong desire to eat it. It’s like the Chinese saying: Who is brave? He who eats one peanut.” Rabbenu Yona of Gerundi wrote in his book, “Yesod HaTeshuva” in the name of Ra’avad, that in serving G-d one should harness one’s resolve and forego one delicious food every meal. I only said that one should wait.

9. Don’t store unhealthy food at home. We don’t house terrorists.

10. Sometimes a person thinks he is hungry when he is really only thirsty. Watch out for that.

11. Eat enough food to satisfy yourself and wait twenty minutes. That’s how long it takes for the brain to relay the message that you’re satisfied. It’s the time it takes to walk a kilometer.

12. Do a half hour of physical exercise each day. That, too, will take off a bit of weight, butthe main thing is that it’s very healthy.

13. Before participating in a large banquet, decide precisely what you are going to eat. It’slike the instructions a soldier receives before battle.

14. Enlist family support and the supervision of another human being.

Deriving Blessing from Eating Less

Here’s a rule of thumb. The Torah says, “Eat your fill” (Vayikra 25:19), and Rashi comments, quoting Torat Kohanim, that this refers to “eating little and finding blessing in it.” Eat daintily. “One shouldn’t eat voraciously, but the way one eats before a king, for a blessing only rests on one who does not eat voraciously… as when Esau said, ‘Pour that red, red stuff down my throat’ (Bereshit 25:30). Just as the ministering angels eat in holiness and purity, so should Israel” (Torat Kohanim 25).

Turn to Overeaters Anonymous

If all the above advice doesn’t help, turn to Overeaters Anonymous (O.A.). O.A. was founded 50 years ago (5720) to help people with an obsessive, uncontrollable urge to eat, by way of a twelve-stage program. (The same that was used by Alcoholics Anonymous, but with several differences). It includes a personalized program, and treats the various causes of overeating, such as emotional disappointment. They take no medical steps (In case of need, go to a dietician), but work on the person to change himself internally.

TONIGHT!!

Rabbi Moshe Tzvi Weinberg

Tuesday November 16th 2010

Chodesh Kislev- Bringing Down the Light

7:15pm- new time

729 W. 186th St.

Apt. 1A

Tell your friends- and then please RSVP!

Suggested donation $5.

Chairs are welcome... :)

Rabbi Lazer Brody...8:30

Even the Smallest of Actions..

Women's Corner
by Rabbanith Ruth Menashe

Water is one of the most essential and important commodities in the world. All humanity, as well as animals and vegetation, is dependent on it. During the forty years of the traveling of the Jewish nation in the desert, their only source of water was a mobile well, known as the Well of Miriam (Be-er Miriam). The entire Jewish people, a couple of million people, satiated their thirst, day after day, from Miriam's well.

In what merit did Miriam deserve to be the one to provide water for the entire Jewish people?
Miriam, a six year old girl, impressed upon Amram, her father, the importance of remarrying his wife Yochebed, from whom he separated. The decision to separate was in response to Pharaoh's decree to kill all the Jewish baby boys. Why remain married under such devastating circumstances? Miriam claimed that this act made her parents worse than Pharaoh, for as a result of this decision no girls could be brought into this world.

Amram, a leader of the Jewish people, followed his daughter's advice. When the baby boy Moshe was born and had to be hidden from Pharaoh's officers, he was a placed in a basket on the Nile river. And who was the one who watched over him? His loving sister, Miriam.

There is an opinion, that because of this kind act connected with water, Miriam merited to provide the Children of Israel with water in the desert. When she passed away, (on the 10th of Nissan, according to some opinions) as mentioned in this week's Parasha, the well stopped giving water. As it says, "And Miriam died there... and there was no water for the congregation".

My dear friends, every single one of our actions is recorded -- an act of kindness never goes unnoticed. A small step of growth results in extreme joy in Heaven.

a truly inspiring story

At 13, Yitzy Haber decided to have his cancerous leg amputated. He's never looked back.

by Andrea Kahn

Yitzy Haber is the kind of guy you’d want to be stuck with on a broken elevator. Infectiously upbeat, he has a knack for making the best of every situation. He’s had a lot of practice.

In the suburbs of Jersey, Yitzy was a typical boy. He loved the Mets, model airplanes and playing sports. Despite a stout physique, he was the fastest runner in his class. He had a thick, unruly mop of dark, wavy hair, and an irresistible smile that charmed him out of many a mishap. Life was good.

But during little league practice when Yitzy was 11, he suddenly felt pain in his right leg. When it worsened, doctors put him on crutches, thinking perhaps one leg was growing faster than the other. Then came more tests and X-rays. Finally, boy and parents received the diagnosis: cancer. He had osteosarcoma — one of the most common bone cancers in children.

He knew his mother was upset by the mascara streaking her face. But he didn’t take it too seriously; what did he know about cancer? “I thought I’d maybe have a week off of school, lying in bed, watching TV, popping a couple pills,” says Haber, now a trim, bearded 30 year old who still wears an irrepressible grin. But nothing could prepare him for what was to come: multiple surgeries, and a year of chemotherapy and all its side effects — hair loss, excessive vomiting, infections. Throughout the ordeal, he and his family were kept afloat by support from their Teaneck, NJ community, and from Chai Lifeline, an international organization that provides countless services for children with cancer and their families at no cost.

“Chai Lifeline paid for tutors, and they had visitors coming round the clock,” Yitzy remembers. “They provided social workers for me and for my parents, who were going through torture, and even for my siblings. My brother was only six and no one thought he understood what was happening. Then he asked the social worker, ‘Is Yitzy going to die?’”

Yitzy’s treatment, meanwhile, was anything but clear; an allograft (donor bone), more surgeries, more infections, pins, rods. He felt like a puppet. The doctor gave the now 13 year old three choices: insert another allograft from the knee down, leaving his entire leg straight forever; replace his knee and bone with a metal knee and rod, which would leave him at a high risk of infection and require more surgeries to replace the implants as he grew (and which could easily crack, severely limiting any normal boy-action); or amputation from above the knee down. Yitzy’s parents left the decision up to him.

"At that point I became really focused on being happy, even without a leg. I’ve never looked back.”

“I decided on the amputation. I wanted to be able to dance, to play sports. I wanted to be normal.”

Making such a momentous decision was one thing; the shock of waking up one day without his leg, quite another.

“I remember clearly the last time I had my leg. And then not having it,” he recounts. “I can’t even describe the feeling — it was just a shock. But then, in the cancer ward, I saw this gloomy, depressed woman in a wheelchair, and I thought, if you walk around like that, for sure you’re going to die. But if you’re happy, I told myself, your body will want to fight it, and you’ll win. I had always been upbeat, but at that point I became really focused on being happy, even without a leg. I’ve never looked back.”

Of course, all the optimism and determination in the world couldn’t begin to erase the countless challenges. For years Yitzy experienced phantom sensations where his leg once was — from the benign, as if he was wiggling his toes, or an inexplicable itch on a part of his leg he could not locate, to the excruciating, with a searing ache where his calf or ankle once was. The phantom pain has mostly disappeared, but to this day, if he trips in a way that would have caused a sprained ankle, he’ll automatically start limping. “But now,” he says, “I can tell myself that it doesn’t hurt, that there’s no ankle there, and I can stop myself from limping.”

As an adolescent, Yitzy had to begin the arduous process of learning to walk anew, and even how to fall “right,” so he wouldn’t hurt himself. Through it all, he found ways to amuse himself and others. At Chai Lifeline’s Camp Simcha, a free two-week camp-extravaganza in the Catskills for kids with cancer, the mischievous Yitzy loved putting one over on his bunkmates. “I would say, ‘Whoever can put one foot on the floor and one foot on the ceiling at the same time is the head of the bunk,’” he recalls. “They’d all try it and fall over, and then I’d take off my prosthesis and touch the ceiling. I still use that one.”

I gave them hope and that gave me strength.

Yitzy spent five summers at Camp Simcha and eventually became a counselor, learning how much he actually had to offer others. “I had been on the taking side for so long, and it was an amazing feeling to finally be on the other side,” he says. “I knew from real-life experience the living nightmare these kids were going through. I could see that I really made a difference to them, and I gave them hope. And that gave me strength, too.”

Related Article: Pillars of Strength

A Full Life

As Yitzy grew into a strapping young man, he began thinking about marriage. His parents were concerned — would there be a woman who would accept him? But he never worried. “Maybe I was just naïve, but I never thought it would be an issue, and I had my share of dates. Then again, maybe no one wanted to be known as the girl who turned down the one-legged guy,” he says with a wink. Now married with two young children, his leg — or lack thereof — has never presented a problem. “My older son will say, ‘Daddy, put on your leg so we can play.’ They don’t have a point of reference for anything different.”

With the help of his parents, grandparents and others, Yitzy had finally built a full life for himself. But there was more tragedy to come. When he was 20, his mother, Deena Haber, whom he credits with keeping his family together during the worst of his crisis, became sick — with cancer. She had taught Yitzy to appreciate every moment, and now she lived that way throughout her own personal ordeal. One day, he came home from yeshiva and he found her eating a huge ice cream sundae, with sprinkles, chocolate syrup, even a cherry. “I asked her, ‘What’s the occasion?’ And she said, ‘It’s my year anniversary of still being alive.’ She meant it. She really celebrated her life.” After battling the illness for three years, Deena died a year after Yitzy’s wedding.

In many ways, the physical challenges of losing a leg to cancer have been simpler than the emotional. It can be tough relating to those who have never been through any kind of life-changing trauma. “When we first got married, sometimes it was hard for me to understand some of the things my wife got upset about,” he relates. “I didn’t see the big deal. Or when my friends were dating, and one would say that he wouldn’t go out with someone because she had red hair. I couldn’t believe how superficial people could be, how petty.” Many cancer survivors have a difficult time adapting to life after, and Yitzy is now involved with a new support group through Chai Lifeline, or, as he calls it, a “post-treatment-figure-things-out group.” He does what no social worker can — he offers a living example. “When someone is scared, and says to me, ‘How will I ever get married?’ or ‘How will I ever fit in?’ I encourage them; I show them it’s possible.”

Related Article: The Catapult

No Laughing Matter

Yitzy is relentlessly driven to awaken joy in others.

Yitzy is not only determined to nurture and cherish the joy in his own life, he is relentlessly driven to awaken that joy in others. Or, as he puts it, “to get a laugh or a smile, no matter what it takes.” And he’s not joking. He turned an interest in magic that he developed when he was sick, into a high school hobby entertaining at birthday parties, into a profession, and now works about 100 bar mitzvahs a year as a brightly clad “motivational dancer,” encouraging tweens (and otherwise lethargic adults) to get up and celebrate. He parlayed his innate charisma and physicality into doing exactly the thing that nourishes his body and spirit.

“I think all of us, if we look hard enough, can see the good in what happens to us,” says Yitzy, his ever-present smile momentarily fading. “I didn’t love throwing up, or the surgeries, or losing my leg — but if I had to do it all again to guarantee I’d be where I am now, I would do it. It’s not that I consciously think ‘I had cancer so now I’m going to appreciate life,’ but that is what I’ve internalized. I never asked ‘why me.’ It just was me, so now deal with it.

“I have a dream about building a giant, magic one-way mirror. Anyone who is upset about something small — their kid didn’t say please, or their house isn’t perfect — would look in the mirror and see a person like themselves whose life has been turned upside down due to illness or an accident. To make them see and appreciate how much they really have, and how things can change in an instant. If I had a dream, that would be it.”

Meet Two Gorgeous New Jews by Reb Gutman Locks @ Mystical Paths Here are two more small signs that the Redemption is happening, and even speeding up a little. G-d wants Jewish babies. That’s part of the plan. And He wants, at least some of them, here in the Old City. How do I know? Momma (don’t tell anyone) will be 50 on her upcoming birthday, and she has never had any children until these two lovely boys came into her life. As you see, Poppa is not a youngster either. But, G-d decided to bless these lovely people with two lovely responsibilities. And they are flying. Thank G-d.

Make sure to get this new CD fast!

Rabbi Moshe Tzvi Weinberg

Tuesday November 16th 2010

Chodesh Kislev- Bringing Down the Light

7:15pm- new time

729 W. 186th St.

Apt. 1A

Tell your friends- and then please RSVP!

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Rabbi Lazer Brody...8:30

Vayeitze: Yaakov's Dream

Taken from Shirat Devorah on the Parsha! Have the most unbelievable,uplifting,incredible , and holy Shabbos!!!!

Yaakov had a vision of a ladder that extended from the earth to Heaven. He visualized an angel climbing it whom he recognized to be the sar (protective angel) of the Babylonian kingdom. (Our Sages depict each of the 70 nations as possessing its own sar. A nation's downfall is preceded by the downfall of its sar, its spiritual image in Heaven.) The angel ascended seventy rungs of the ladder. Yaakov then understood that his descendants were to stay in the Babylonian exile for seventy years. After the angel had reached the seventieth rung, he fell, and Jacob understood that after seventy years of exile, the Jews would be liberated from the yoke of the Babylonians.

Next, Yaakov perceived the protective angel of Media ascend the ladder. He mounted fifty-two rungs and fell. He understood as a result that the Median exile would end after 52 years.

He then saw the sar of Greece climb up 120 steps and plunge downwards, foreshadowing the length of the Greek exile.

Finally, Yaakov was shown the angel of Edom (our present exile) stepping up the ladder. He climbed higher and higher still, an apparently endless ascent into the very heavens. Jacob did not see him fall and was gripped by fear.

"Will this fourth exile be unending?" he asked Hashem.

"No" Hashem reassured him. "Even if the angel climbs as high as the stars, I Myself will take him down when the time comes!"

Yaakov heard the angels of the nations comment: "This Jacob will in the future dominate the world and subdue all the kingdoms. Let us kill him now!" But Hashem Himself appeared and stood above Jacob to protect him.

Then Yaakov was shown a new vision. In this vision, the ladder represented the ramp leading up to the altar of the future Bais Hamikdash. (The ramp was symbolized by a ladder, since the pleasant aroma of the korbanos rises to Heaven.) He perceived the kohanim, compared to angels, hurrying up and down the ramp of the mizbayach (altar), eagerly performing the avodah. Subsequently Jacob received a prophecy in which he foresaw that the Bais HaMikdash would go up in flames. He then saw the second Bais HaMikdash being built.

Yaakov was given yet another preview of the future: he had a vision of matan Torah, the pinnacle of Creation. The ladder symbolized Har Sinai, ablaze with flames that reached the heavens, and he foresaw that his descendants would stand at its foot to receive the Torah. In this vision, the angels represented Moshe and Aharon who would ascend Har Sinai, Aharon remaining on the mountain and Moshe going up to Heaven to receive the luchos (tablets) from Hashem.

Yaakov was given an additional prophecy. He was shown that the angels climbing upwards were the angels of Eretz Yisrael who had so far accompanied him on his journey. Now that he had reached the borders of the Holy Land, they returned to Heaven and new angels, destined to protect him outside Eretz Yisrael, descended. Suddenly all the angels vanished, and he beheld Hashem Himself who stood on guard above him, announcing: "I am the G-d of your father Avraham and the G-d of your father Yitzchak. The land upon which you lie will be yours and your descendants."

He then experienced a vision in which Hashem folded the whole land and placed it beneath his head just as someone folds a paper map. His head now rested on the land in its entirety. This was a symbol that Yaakov would be given ownership of Eretz Yisrael and that his descendants would conquer it with ease.

Hashem prophesied to him: "Your descendants will be like the dust of the earth. Just as earth is the foundation of the world, so will your children be the foundation of the world. The world will be blessed in the merit of your descendants. I shall guard you wherever you go, in Lavan's house and in Sh'chem."

Yaakov awoke and knew that his dream had been a prophetic one.

Source: "The Midrash Says"

HARMONIZING HOUSEHOLD HARMONY – VAYETZEI

Shira Smiles Shiur – November 7, 2010/Cheshvan 30, 5771

Summary by Channie Koplowitz Stein

After many years of childlessness, Rochel Imenu is finally blessed with a child. In naming this precious child Yoseph, she combines two separate reasons into the meaning of the name: First, Hashem has gathered together and removed (oSaF) my disgrace, and secondly, may He add (YoSiF) for me another son.

Rashi cites an interesting Medrash to explain how a child can remove the disgrace of his mother. We know that in any home, things will go wrong and things will break. When the husband asks, “Who broke this dish,” or, “Who ate these figs,” the wife can now deflect blame from herself by pointing to the little angel.

This Medrash requires clarification, for it seems to trivialize the great gift Hashem gave Rochel Imenu with the birth of this son. However, the Sichot Mussar offers a very simple and gratifying interpretation. He explains that “removing the disgrace” from the wife has a much deeper significance, for the ultimate aim in a marriage is to create and maintain shalom bayis, tranquility in the home. If Hashem Himself decided to bend the truth to maintain this tranquility between husband and wife, as He had changed Sara’s words to reflect her own old age rather than her husband’s, so too is it permissible to bend the truth and blame the child for minor offenses to maintain shalom bayis. The compilation of Zekanim Esbonan goes one step further and focuses on the sensitivity of our Matriarch and Patriarchs to the absolute tone present in the home, much as a master conductor can hear any slight discord in the play of any instrument. By deflecting blame for such minor infractions, the household harmony is maintained, a harmony that is necessary to raise children who will then be able to create proper homes of their own.

To emphasize this point, the Zekanim present a vivid analogy. If you build a bar n for your cow and there is a crack in the wall, he says, you are not overly concerned and do not rush to patch it up. But if that crack is in the wall or the ceiling of your baby’s room, perhaps endangering his health, you do not permit the status quo to exist but rush to fix it. When a husband and wife allow even trivial problems like this to enter their bayis, they are creating cracks in the walls that protect their family. When they compromise and tacitly allow the child to “take the blame”, they are ensuring the continued loving relationship that must exist between a husband and wife.

Rabbi Frand illustrates the importance of compromise and giving in a marriage by citing the Halacha in the placement of the mezuzahin one’s home. Rashi and Tosefos disagree on whether the mezuzah should be placed horizontally or vertically upon the doorpost. Since one is about to enter the home, the mezuzah itself is offering an example of compromise between two differing viewpoints so that peace can be maintained as one crosses the threshold even before entering the home. It is placed at an angle, reflecting both points of view.

There is another dimension to Rochel’s words, as Rabbi Schlenzinger, in Eleh Hadevarim points out. Certainly Rochel Imenu was cognizant of the great chessed Hashem did for her in giving her this son. As the Ksav Sofer points out, she knew how great he would be, that he be grow up to be Yoseph Hatzadik and be the savior of his family in Egypt. But she also recognized the smaller chasadim that came with this gift, her removal as the sole possible cause of every household mishap. For the small favors that helped maintain shalom bayis as well as for the large miracles she thanked Hashem. It is through acknowledging the small gifts, the minor accommodations, that we build our relationship and cleave to Hakodosh Boruch Hu.

We know that our purpose on this earth is to build our relationship with Hakodosh Boruch Hu until we reach the world of truth. Our sages have called this world in which we live the prozdor, the entranceway to that world. Rabbi Pincus in Tiferes Shimshon clarifies what our thought process should be. He posits that we should not think of this world as a factory, full of difficult things we must do and accomplish before we can head home to relax and enjoy the fruit of our labor. Rather, he suggests, we should think of this world as the wedding canopy, the chupah, which we enter into with anticipation and reverence, with the love and resolve that will enable us to build our future relationship with our spouse.

With this thought in mind, we realize that each difficulty, each challenge, strengthens our relationship and builds our faith in each other. Within each challenge there may in fact be the very seed of blessing, unaware of it as we may be. Rabbi Spiro records and incident where a crippled Jew masquerading as a Polish beggar threw tomatoes and other produce in mock derision at Jews being rounded up for transport during the holocaust. These tomatoes were in fact life giving food. So too it is possible that the difficulties we perceive are actually the very means of our salvation. Leah Imenu understood this when she named her fourth son Yehudah to show her gratitude to Hashem for both the good she had received and the perceived slight of being less loved. She realized that Hashem was repaying her pain with the joy of additional children.

So too did Rochel Imenu recognize that her pain at being childless while she saw her sister bearing child after child was the catalyst for Hashem’s gathering (oSaF) those tears and that feeling of shame and inadequacy and replacing them with such a very special child.

All the difficulties and travails our Matriarchs and Patriarchs faced, and indeed all those we face ourselves, are manifestations of Hashem’s love for us. Rabbi Feuer in Tehillim Treasury, points out that Hashem’s presence is most often manifested to the Jewish people in biblical times through a cloud. He explains the symbolism of the cloud appearing dark but in actuality bearing the life sustaining rain. As the clouds appear in our lives, we must attempt to thank Hashem for these as well, even if we cannot see the coming blessing through the dark clouds. Our gratitude must include the small things as well as the great things, the difficulties and challenges as well as the obvious blessings.

Maayan Beis Hashoeva explores a Kabalistic interpretation of Rochel Imenu’s relief at having her disgrace removed. Maayan Beis Hashoeva goes back to the time of creation and to Chava’s sin of eating from the tree of knowledge. Her sin brought death to the world, but her expiation and repair of the sin would come through her painfully bearing and rearing children. Some of our Sages claim that the tree of knowledge was a fig tree. When her husband asks, “Who broke that perfect vessel that Hashem created,” and “Who ate the figs,” she can now reply that she is repairing that breach with the birth of her son, something she feared she would not have the opportunity to do.

Related to this idea, perhaps, is the breaking of the glass under the chupah, as explained by the Rozhiner Rebbe and cited on Aish.com. The Talmud states that the Holy Presence resides between a man and a woman in a holy state. Iish, man, contains the yud of Hashem’s name, while Ishah contains the heh at the end. We have here two of the four letters of God’s holy Name. When they get married under the chUpaH and we break the pach, the small vessel, we are left with the last two letters of the holy Name, the vov and the second heh, and God’s four lettered Name is now united in building a proper home, a microcosmic reflection of the perfect home of Eden.

Like Rochel Imenu, we should merit to build our homes and all our relationships to reflect peace and tranquility, to look for the good in every situation while understanding that truth is often hidden behind clouds. We build our relationships, both with Hashem and with our fellow man, by being grateful for all the little things as well as the big blessi

Rabbi Moshe Tzvi Weinberg

Tuesday November 16th 2010

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What's in a Name

This was taken from Shirat Devorah, thought it was a beautiful piece enjoy!

The Hebrew word for soul is "Neshama" - נשׁמה
The middle letters of נשׁמה spell "shem" - which means "name".
This shows us the importance of your name - it is the centre of the soul.

Your Hebrew name functions as a conduit, channeling spiritual energy from G-d into your soul and your body.

This is why, say the Chassidic masters, an unconscious person will often respond and be revived when his or her name is called. To wake someone up, all you need to do is whisper their Hebrew name into their ear.

Your Hebrew name is your spiritual call sign, embodying your unique character traits and G-d-given gifts. Ideally, you should use it 24 hours a day, not just when you're called to the Torah or when prayers are offered on your behalf.

According to Jewish custom, a critically ill person is sometimes given an additional Hebrew name -- somewhat like a spiritual bypass operation to funnel fresh spirituality around their existing name and into their bodies; with the influx of spirituality, the body is given renewed vigor to heal itself.

The book of Genesis teaches that G-d created the world with "speech" ("And G-d said, 'Let there be light!', and there was light" ).

In the Kabbalah it is explained that the 22 sacred letters of the Hebrew alef-bet are the spiritual "building blocks" of all created reality, and that the name of a thing in the Holy Tongue represents the combination of sacred letters that reflects its distinct characteristics and the purpose and role towards which it was created.

If you are not using your Hebrew name, you are not tapping into your G-d given powers. If you're feeling tired and rundown, this could be the solution to your inertia.

Usually, your Hebrew name is given to you soon after birth. Jewish boys are named at their brit (circumcision), and girls at a Torah reading shortly after their birth. Your name is selected by your parents who usually name you after a dear departed loved one, most often an ancestor. Or, if they don’t have anyone to memorialize, you just might end up with a Hebrew name of their own preference. Either way, however, our sages have declared that your parents' choice of a name constitutes a "minor prophecy", since the name they choose conforms with the inborn nature of your soul.

If your parents didn't give you a brit or didn't name you at a Torah reading -- or if you're a non-Jew who's converting to Judaism -- you can select any Hebrew name that resonates with you.

There are people who complete the mission associated with their name in the middle of their lifetime.

They are then given a new mission, and hence, a new name. This concept contains many deep and awesome secrets.

It is customary to give a new name to a dangerously sick person. The sick person has already fulfilled his destiny according to his original name, and is therefore ready to die. We then give him a new name, thereby also giving him a new mission. The sick person can now continue to live and complete the mission associated with his new name.

Our Rabbis teach us that Moses had many names. Moses had many missions in life; he therefore required a different name for each one of his great tasks.

Source: Rebbe Nachman's Wisdom

Mr. Charlie Harary

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A Little Long but Worth Reading

A yeshiva student's heroic choice.

by Sara Yoheved Rigler

If anyone in the Cracow ghetto stood a chance of surviving the Holocaust, it was Avraham Shapiro*. At 22 years old, he was a smart and resourceful young man whose mind had been honed during years of yeshiva study. He understood that the Germans were out to annihilate every Jew, and he took the precautions necessary to save himself and his middle-aged parents. He got expertly counterfeited papers identifying the three members of his family as foreign nationals. He built and stocked a bunker in a remote place underneath the ghetto. And he procured a map of the sewers and planned out an escape route for the day the ghetto would be liquidated. His master scheme was to escape to the safety of Hungary.

Then one day an 18-year-old neighbor named Chaya Rivka knocked on the Shapiros' door holding a baby. The baby, who was 20 months old and who could neither stand nor sit up by himself, was her nephew Chaim. His parents had been shipped off to Treblinka. Chaya Rivka knew that the Shapiros had foreign citizenship papers. She calculated that of all the doomed Jews in the ghetto, the Shapiros had the best chance to escape. She had approached the Shapiro family several times, asking them to take the baby with them to safety, but they had refused. A baby would be a liability that would endanger their own chances of survival.

But this day -- March 11, 1943 -- was different. Chaya Rivka had received notice that she was being deported to a labor camp. She simply couldn't take the baby along. With heart-breaking cries, she begged Avraham, who was the only one home at the time, to take the baby.

"My compassion overwhelmed my intellect, and I decided to accept the child."

Avraham -- the logical thinker, the careful planner -- was prepared to overcome the Nazis, but that day he overcame his own character. As he would later declare, "My compassion overwhelmed my intellect, and I decided to accept the child."

When his parents came home and saw Avraham holding the baby, they were aghast. How could he have forfeited their three lives for such an act of reckless compassion? Avraham replied that the baby was now his, and either the baby escaped with them, or they would all remain in the doomed ghetto.

Avraham's immediate need was to forge a birth certificate proving that the baby was his. He knew a rabbi who had an official stamp, but where to get a form? Somehow Avraham managed to locate a typewriter. He had never in his life typed, but that night he stayed up all night, and by dawn he had produced a credible birth certificate. He ran to the rabbi to stamp it. "At that moment," Avraham later wrote, "a son was born to Avraham Shapiro."

"ALL OF US TOGETHER!"

Two days later the Germans liquidated the Cracow ghetto. They assembled the Jews into a large square and divided them into groups for deportation: the young for work, the elderly for old age homes, and the children for children's residences. Avraham knew it was all a sham. "I never believed the Germans and I always tried to do the opposite of what they said." When someone tried to take the baby from him, Avraham refused to surrender him, shouting, "All of us together!"

It was impossible that day to reach the bunker he had prepared because it was in the other half of the ghetto, separated by a barbed wire fence. Avraham handed the baby to his mother and told his parents not to budge. He would find a temporary hiding place and be back to fetch them.

After a desperate search, he found an empty building with steps leading down from the entrance hall into a cellar. Amidst the peril, he managed to bring his parents and the baby there. Avraham knew that the Germans would search every building and cellar, but Divine Providence had provided an unlikely protection for them. Someone in the building had had sewage problems, and in the desperate circumstances of the ghetto, could not find a plumber. So they had filled a large barrel with the waste from their toilet and put the barrel in the stairwell. With great effort, Avraham managed to overturn the barrel, pouring excrement all over the steps leading down to the cellar. He calculated that the fastidious Germans would not be willing to soil their boots to look for Jews.

That evening they heard the Germans enter the building. To keep the baby from crying and giving them away, they had planned to give him food, but they only had dry challah with no water to soften it to make it edible. So Avraham and his parents quickly chewed the challah, spit it out, and fed the baby the softened morsels. They heard the Nazis complaining about the stink. Avraham was right; they did not deign to descend into the cellar.

This was the night, following the liquidation of the ghetto, that Avraham had planned to escape through the sewers to the "Aryan side" of Cracow. Looking at the baby, however, he was faced with a dilemma. He had heard of Jews who had fled through the sewers with their children, and the children had suffocated on the way. No, he decided, he would not risk the baby's life by escaping through the sewers. He would have to devise a different plan.

Avraham knew that they could not stay in the cellar for long. They would have to make their way to the bunker he had prepared, but a barbed wire fence blocked the way. Avraham, using a pocketknife and superhuman strength, succeeded in cutting a hole in the fence. Stealthily running through the streets, empty of live people but scattered with Jewish corpses, the Shapiro family reached the bunker.

Avraham had previously set up an electric light in the bunker by cutting electric wires out of the wall of their apartment and connecting them in the bunker. However, there was no way to pipe in water. Each day Avraham had to go up and draw water from a faucet. One day he was caught. Despite their protestations that they were foreign nationals with the papers to prove it, the three of them and baby Chaim were sent to the Gestapo prison.

THE FIRE OF LOVE

Using a gold cigarette case weighing 250 grams, they eventually bribed their way out of the prison. They immediately fled Cracow for a nearby village, where they rented a room and hid. It was autumn, 1943. Hungary was practically the last country in Europe where the "Final Solution" had not been implemented. They hired a guide to smuggle them across the border to Slovakia and from there to Hungary.

Throughout the journey they subsisted by eating raw potatoes, which Avraham and his parents chewed, regurgitated, and fed to baby Chaim. Shabbat night, October 28, found them deep in the forest on the Polish side of the border. The family was tired, cold, and frightened of being caught. The guide abruptly announced that they would have to spend the night there because they could not cross the border that night. And without a word, the guide disappeared.

The Shapiros began to organize themselves to sleep. Avraham, who had been carrying Chaim the whole time, suddenly realized that the baby was damp, silent, and not moving. He quickly removed his wrappings and saw that the baby was blue.

Trembling with fear, Avraham quickly gathered wood and branches and lit a fire to warm the baby back to life.

Trembling with fear, Avraham quickly gathered wood and branches and lit a fire to warm the baby back to life. It was an act of exquisite irrationality. The fire was a bold advertisement of their whereabouts, but Avraham's compassion yet again conquered his intellect. He held the baby as close to the fire as was safe, turning him from side to side, while Mrs. Shapiro stood on the other side of the bonfire drying and warming the baby's clothes.

Chaim revived. He regained his color and started to move. And Avraham, who had and would face repeated danger to his own life throughout the Holocaust, would remember those minutes of fear for the baby's life as the most traumatic of the war.

All of Shabbat they waited, wondering if the guide would return. As darkness fell on Saturday night, the guide appeared. When he saw the ashes of the fire, he became enraged at their recklessness.

It was time to proceed toward the border. To prevent a repetition of the calamity, Avraham took a sheet and tied the baby to his chest, facing toward him. This gave him a constant view of Chaim's welfare, but totally blocked his field of vision of the ground. Treading over rocks and rough terrain, all invisible to him, Avraham at one point tripped, tearing off the sole of his shoe. He tied some rags around his foot and kept going. Hours later they crossed the border into Slovakia.

"FOR THE GOOD OF THE CHILD"

Eventually the fugitives made it to Budapest. They were put up in refugee quarters. A Jewish aid worker, hearing that they had with them an orphan baby who was not their own, suggested that they give the baby to the Schonbruns, a well-to-do, childless, religious Jewish couple.

This time Avraham's intellect and compassion converged. Little Chaim, now two years old, was malnourished and sickly, and still could not even sit up by himself. Avraham knew that his baby's welfare required a stable, normal home, where he would be fed three meals a day and be safe from the danger that still hung over the Shapiro family. Over the virulent protests of his mother, who had grown attached to the baby, Avraham took Chaim to the Schonbruns' house. He was impressed not by the lavish furnishings but by the ample bookcases full of holy books. Confident that he was doing what was best for Chaim, Avraham handed his son over to the Schonbruns.

When Avraham occasionally met Mr. Schonbrun in synagogue and inquired about Chaim, he received only cursory answers. Avraham inferred that the Schonbruns did not want Chaim to know anything about his past. "I distanced myself from the family," wrote Avraham, "for the good of the child."

On March 19, 1944, the Germans took over Hungary. On a Shabbat night two months later, Avraham and his father were apprehended in synagogue. They were transferred from place to place until they were finally loaded onto a boxcar heading to Auschwitz. With a knife he had procured from an old cobbler, Avraham was able to enlarge a tiny window in the boxcar. As the train sped through Slovakia on its way to the death camp, Avraham and his father jumped out.

They spent the rest of the war in Slovakia, masquerading as gentiles. As soon as the Russians liberated Slovakia, Avraham and his father made their way back to Budapest, back to the dwelling where they had left Mrs. Shapiro almost a year before. When they opened the door, they found Mrs. Shapiro sitting by the table eating a piece of matzah. It was the first day of Passover, the holiday of freedom.

THE BOX

Only once in post-war Budapest did Avraham spot little Chaim. The child was walking (yes, walking!) on the street with his nanny. "Tears welled up in my eyes," wrote Avraham in his memoirs, "but I never approached the child."

Communist Hungary was no place for religious Jews. Shortly after the war, the Schonbruns left for Belgium, then Montreal, Canada, where Chaim grew up and eventually married. In 1950, Avraham Shapiro got married and moved to Israel.

A couple years after his marriage, Chaim was told, "There's a Jew in Israel who carried you from Poland to Hungary, and saved your life."

But the thread of their lives, knotted together by a compassion stronger than logic or even love of life, was not severed. Avraham continually kept tabs on Chaim, and Divine Providence conspired that Chaim's wife's aunt, who lived in Haifa, was a close friend of Mrs. Avraham Shapiro.

A couple years after his marriage, Chaim was told by his uncle in Belgium, "There's a Jew in Israel who carried you from Poland to Hungary, and saved your life." Chaim, however, had no idea as to the identity of his benefactor, who continued to watch him from afar.

In 1980, at the age of 39, Chaim brought his family to Israel for his son's Bar Mitzvah. His wife's aunt sent him a message that the Jew who had saved his life was named Avraham Shapiro. Mr. Shapiro, now 60, lived in Haifa and was finally ready to meet Chaim.

That very day, Chaim took a taxi from Jerusalem to Haifa. "Our meeting was very emotional," Chaim recalls. "We both cried and cried, and we spoke for hours."

It was the beginning of a close bond between their two families. During the succeeding 27 years, Avraham has attended the weddings of all of Chaim's children, and Chaim has attended the weddings of all of Avraham's grandchildren. "We are very, very close," Chaim attests. "I consider him like a father, and he considers me like a son."

But why had Avraham not made contact with Chaim sooner? Why had it taken him 35 years to reconnect?

The answer was perhaps contained in a box. Before they parted that day in 1980, Avraham told Chaim, "I have something to give you." He handed him a box, saying, "I have waited 35 years to give you this."

Chaim opened the box and saw that it was full of pieces of gold. Avraham explained that before Chaim's mother was shipped off to Treblinka, she had given this box full of gold to her younger sister Chaya Rivka, and charged her to use it to save the life of her only child. When Avraham agreed to take the baby, Chaya Rivka transferred the box to him.

During their flight from Poland, the Shapiro family used up their own supply of gold. Avraham was forced, reluctantly, to use little Chaim's gold. By the time they reached Budapest, there was nothing left. This greatly bothered Avraham. "I had done the mitzvah of saving a life," Avraham explained to Chaim, "and I didn't want to sell this mitzvah for any amount of gold."

In the wake of the war, as soon as Avraham started working, he put aside some of his wages every week to buy gold. It had taken him 35 years, but he finally had the exact amount of gold originally contained in Chaim's mother's box. He handed the box to Chaim, content that he had taken no profit from the enormous mitzvah of saving a life. Chaim refused to accept the gold. Avraham donated it to a myriad of charity organizations in Israel in the name of Chaim Schonbrun.

In the Cracow ghetto, compassion had overcome Avraham Shapiro's intellect. Nothing ever overcame his integrity.