CHABAD Magazine ~ Tuesday, Cheshvan 18, 5774 · 22 October 2013
Dear Friend,
This Thursday is the birthday of Rabbi Sholom DovBer, the fifth rebbe of Lubavitch.
Rabbi Sholom DovBer was once asked to define a chassid. He replied that a chassid is a lamplighter: He carries a fire that is not of his making, and kindles the souls of others—no matter how far they may be.
We can all take his lesson to heart. There are plenty of lamps waiting to be lit, in our own cities, our own communities, even our own homes. So reach out and light one with the fire of Torah—and you too will be a lamplighter.
This is the mission of a chassid, and by extension every Jew, indeed every human being.
The Chabad.org Editorial Team
Daily Thought:
She Made Him Good
All that G‑d created, He said was good. Except for one: “It is not good that Man is alone.” And so He made Woman, and it was very good.
If so, how is it possible that a man could despise the woman who took him from “not good” to “very good”?
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This Week's Features:
Chabad Couple Sends Woman’s Body Home From Nepal by Menachem Posner
When Rabbi Chezky and Chani Lifshitz of Katmandu were informed that a busload of tourists had plunged 200 meters into a gorge in the Chitwan National Park on Monday, they knew they needed to move fast.
“We have an arrangement with the police that whenever something like this happens, they alert us,” said Chani, who with her husband co-directs the Chabad House of Katmandu and the Chabad House of Pokhara in Nepal. “There are so many Israelis here that, to our sorrow, we often need to help identify the remains in such instances, and arrange for transport and burial.”
In addition, since Hindus routinely cremate their dead—forbidden by halachah, or Jewish law—they knew that if a body or bodies are found, they then face an uphill battle to wrest them from the hands of local officials before potential burning.
The area has seen an unusual amount of rainfall of late due to Cyclone Phailin, which ripped through Thailand, Myanmar and Nepal and certain Indian states last week, making already precarious roads especially dangerous. The Lifshitzes soon discovered that a Jewish woman was aboard the bus: 32-year-old Marina Muchnik of Melbourne, Australia, who was on her way to Mount Everest.
The rabbi rented a helicopter and flew to the scene. Once there, he learned that 11 people remained missing; only two bodies had been recovered. One of them was Muchnik, a Ukrainian who moved to Australia at 13 and had attended the Beth Rivkah Ladies College in Melbourne.
“By the time my husband arrived, they were already taking the other body to be burnt. You need to understand that this is really the Third World,” explained Chani Lifshitz. “It is a miracle that he was able to convince them not to burn her as well.”
After hours of negotiations the body was released. Since it was too late at night to fly back to Kathmandu, the rabbi returned with the body by Jeep.
On the way back, he said he began to feel ill. Noticing strange writing on the sheet that was covering the body, he asked the Nepalese escort what was written there and was horrified to learn that it was a message to the Hindu deity who guards the dead. After exchanging that sheet for a plain white one, he said he felt better and the trip resumed.
Once in Katmandu, the Lifshitzes—who have lived in Nepal since 1999—faced the next hurdle: getting the body out of the country without subjecting it to an autopsy. Jewish law requires that unnecessary tampering with the dead by avoided out of respect for the departed. After much wrangling, the body was allowed out and is currently en route to Australia, where it should arrive early next week.
“We then realized that we did not have any of her personal effects,” said Chani Lifshitz, “and we knew how much it would mean to her family to have those items. We sent one of our workers to scour the hostels in the area, and sure enough, we were able to retrieve two suitcases containing her clothing—and even a camera with her latest pictures.”
With 30,000 Israeli tourists passing through the country annually to hike and wander about, Chani Lifshitz said they often deal with missing people. Earlier this summer, George Abboudi, a 22-year-old Jewish man from Leeds, England, went missing. The Lifshitzes led a massive search effort, only to discover that he had fallen into a river and died, and been cremated by local villagers.
His family donated a Torah scroll to Chabad in his memory.
“We are very sad,” said Chani, “but at least this time, we have small measure of comfort in knowing that we were able to bring Marina to a proper Jewish burial.”© Copyright 2013, all rights reserved.
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PARSHAH
For a lengthy period immediately prior to the marriage, Isaac literally disappears: a summation of Isaac’s life leaves us with an unaccountable gap of almost three years.
Based on the teachings of the Lubavitcher Rebbe
In the Torah section of Chayei Sarah (Genesis 23:1–25:18), we read of the marriage of Isaac and Rebecca. Since this is the first marriage to be recounted in detail by the Torah, we can expect it to yield insights into the essence of the marriage relationship.
A most curious aspect of the Isaac-Rebecca relationship is that for the three years immediately prior to the marriage, Isaac literally disappears. A summation of Isaac’s life leaves us with an unaccountable gap of almost three years: The Torah tells us that he was sixty years old when his twin sons, Esau and Jacob, were born (Genesis 25:26). According to the Midrash, however, the twins’ grandfather Abraham, who died at age 175 (ibid. v. 7), passed away on the day that they reached the age of thirteen (Bereishit Rabbah 63:10 and 63:12); since Isaac was born when Abraham was 100 (Genesis 21:5), this would mean that Esau and Jacob were born almost 63 years after Isaac’s birth. In other words, when Isaac turned 60, close to 63 years had already elapsed from the time of his birth. Somehow, he had “lost” three years of his life.
One of the explanations offered by our sages is that before his marriage to Rebecca (at age 40), Isaac spent three years in the Garden of Eden. During this time he led an entirely spiritual existence, so that these years are not counted as part of his physical life.
Although few of us can endeavor to emulate Isaac’s example in its most ultimate sense, the implications are clear: a prerequisite to the marriage relationship is that one must first devote a certain period of time exclusively to spiritual and G‑dly pursuits, with minimal involvement in the material aspects of life.
The Impossible Edifice
Marriage itself appears to be the very opposite of this: a time of increased enmeshment in the material. It is a time when one begins to engage the most physical of human drives; it is also a time when one is forced to begin to involve oneself in earnest in the earning of a living, often at the expense of higher and more idealistic pursuits. In fact, the Zohar considers marriage to be a person’s second birth: first the soul enters into the body and assumes a physical existence; then, at a later point in life, it further “descends” into the physical state by marrying. Nevertheless (indeed, as we shall see, because of this), marriage is the framework within which the most G‑dly aspect of the human potential is realized.
The traditional blessing given to the bride and groom is that they merit “to build an eternal edifice.” Out of the marriage comes the creation of human life—life with the potential to produce yet another generation of life, which in turn can yield another, and so on ad infinitum. The power of reproduction presents us with a logical impossibility: how can a finite entity contain within itself an infinite potential? Indeed, our sages have said: “There are three partners to the creation of man: G‑d, his father and his mother.” G‑d, the only truly infinite being, has done the impossible: He has imbued finite man with an infinite quality. In marriage, two finite and temporal creatures establish an infinite and eternal edifice.
It is therefore no accident that the quality with which man most emulates his Creator is realized only through a “descent” into the material. For so it is with G‑d Himself: the infinite nature of His power is most potently expressed with His creation of the physical universe. A truly infinite being is not constrained by any definitions and parameters: he is to be found anywhere and everywhere, even in the most confining and corporeal of environments. G‑d’s creation of sublime and abstract worlds cannot convey the infinite scope of His power in the same way that His creation of—and constant involvement with—our “lowly” and finite existence can.
The same is true of the power of creation invested in the human being. Because of its divinely infinite nature, it can—and does—find realization in the most “physical” area of human life.
Spiritual Prelude
Man has been granted freedom of choice. So, when a man and woman join their lives, it is up to them to do what they will with the divine gift of procreation. They can choose to squander it in a relationship devoid of meaningful content—a relationship in which they become only more enmeshed in their material selves. Or they can endeavor to construct an edifice which is eternal in more than the most basic, biological sense. They can endeavor to build a selfless and giving relationship, and a home and family committed to the timeless values set forth by the Creator of life.
This is the lesson of Isaac’s disappearance from physical life prior to his marriage. In order to ensure that one’s “descent” into marriage yields the proper results, it must be preceded by a period of spiritual preparation. Although man’s mission in life is the positive development of the physical world, one must enter the arena of the material well-equipped with the spiritual vision of the divine purpose and with the spiritual fortitude to carry it out.
Based on the teachings of the Lubavitcher Rebbe, Rabbi Menachem Mendel Schneerson; adapted by Yanki Tauber.
Originally published in Week in Review.
Republished with the permission of MeaningfulLife.com. If you wish to republish this article in a periodical, book, or website, please email permissions@meaningfullife.com.© Copyright 2013, all rights reserved.
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More in Parshah:
• Countering the “If Only” Attitude (By Chana Weisberg)
Do you sometimes catch yourself living the “if only” life?
The “if only” life starts with something like this: “If only I was born with more (brains, looks, connections, personality, charisma, a loving environment, etc.), then I would be a (happier, more accomplished, kinder, more successful, more generous, more ambitious and better) individual.”
In other words, the “if only” attitude claims that if only we had some essential, missing quality, then our lives would be infinitely enhanced, and we would be able to achieve our greatest potential.
Since the “if only” is an impossible dream, our goals too become impossible to attain.
Since the “if only” is an impossible dream, our goals too become impossible to attain.
At the very end of Sarah’s life, we learn about the secret to combat this “if only” attitude.
The text (Genesis 23:1–2) reads, “Sarah was 127 years old; these were the years of the life of Sarah. Sarah died in Kiryat Arba, which is Hebron.”
Rashi teaches us, “‘The life of Sarah’—Each of her years were consistently perfect and equal in righteousness.”
Bereishit Rabbah (60:16) comments, “Throughout Sarah’s life, three miracles took place in her home: a protective cloud (representing the Divine Presence) hovered over the entrance to her tent, a blessing was present in her dough, and her candles would burn from one Shabbat to the next.”
These three special mitzvot that were present in Sarah’s home were later paralleled in the miracles of the Temple. Her Shabbat candles brought the glow of spirituality into the darkness of the weekday, just as the candles of the menorah burned brightly until the next day’s lighting, when a new growth could be experienced. Sarah’s challah was blessed; her guests felt satiated for a long time. The lechem ha-panim, the showbreads of the Temple, remained warm and fresh for a whole week until they were replaced with new ones, and they were extremely satisfying and filling for whoever ate even just a small piece of them. The cloud of the Divine Presence over Sarah’s tent affirmed the greatness within, just as the Shechinah, G‑d’s Presence, felt at home in the Holy Temple.
Sarah transformed her home into a spiritual sanctuary, a refuge from the prevalent ideology at the time. The message radiating from her tent was that the Jewish home has immense potential. In a sense Sarah demonstrated that a proper Jewish home is superior to the Temple, for the Temple was built to emulate her home, rather than vice versa.
The three miracles in Sarah’s home also represented the three special mitzvot entrusted specifically to the Jewish woman. These are: a) lighting Shabbat candles to usher in the holy day of Shabbat, b) taking challah—separating a piece of dough and consecrating it to G‑d (nowadays it is burned, but in the time of the Temple it was given to the priests), and c) the mitzvah of Family Purity, governing physical conduct between husband and wife (represented by the cloud).
The challah elevates the realm of physical and material reality, the Shabbat candles elevate the realm of the spiritual and abstract The Shabbat candles elevate the realm of the spiritual and abstract, and the laws of Family Purity elevate the realm of interpersonal relationships.
There are many beautiful explanations about the spiritual ramifications of each of these mitzvot and their special, innate connection to the Jewish woman and her home. But I would like to focus on the underlying, unifying thread in all three of these mitzvot.
The lesson behind Sarah’s perfect life was simple: seize every moment and every experience, and make it holy. We don’t need perfect circumstances, and we don’t have to be perfect beings. Our goal is simply to use every encounter, even the mundanity of physical reality, and make it meaningful. And then a home can become a Temple.
Each of these three special mitzvot shows the power of taking an ordinary physical event and infusing it with G‑dliness.
The moment that we light the Shabbat candles, we usher in the holiness of the Shabbat experience. The room may still look exactly as it did just seconds before. But the home has been infinitely changed. That one act of kindling the flame has revealed an entirely new dimension in our lives. We can now experience the peaceful aura, the special blessings, and the holiness of the Shabbat. The word Shabbat, from shevet, means “dwelling,” and we have brought down the holiness that can make our world into a dwelling place for G‑d.
Likewise, separating the challah dough acknowledges that all of our basic needs are provided by G‑d and can be elevated. By “lifting up a dough-offering to G‑d,” we direct all of our physical needs and experiences to a higher, spiritual purpose.
Similarly, in following the laws of Family Purity, we show how even in the most physical of drives we can live selfless and sanctified lives. We invite G‑d and holiness into the bedroom, as there is no area devoid of Him.
Each of these three mitzvot teaches us how to grasp an ordinary physical experience and make it extraordinary, by infusing it with a glow of meaning and purpose.
Sarah’s life was perfect because she understood that life is about finding the beauty all around us. The key to life is not concentrating on the “if onlys,” but rather seeing the divine blessing and beauty in everything that comes our way, even the mundane. Seeing the good, finding the blessing
The key to life is not concentrating on the “if onlys”
and exposing its beauty to the fullest. Seizing every moment and making it count.
Let’s Review:
Throughout Sarah’s life, there were three miracles in her home: her Shabbat candles burned from week to week, she experienced a blessing in her dough, and a protective cloud hovered over her tent.
The miracles in Sarah’s home resembled those in the Temple: the lights of the menorah burned brightly, the showbreads were miraculously fresh and satiating, and the Divine Presence rested within.
Sarah transformed her home into a spiritual sanctuary. Even the Temple’s miracles mirrored her home, demonstrating the great holiness a Jewish home can attain.
The miracles in Sarah’s home parallel the special three mitzvot entrusted to the Jewish woman: Shabbat candles, consecrating challah, and the laws of Family Purity.
In each of these three mitzvot, we can experience how to take a mundane or physical circumstance and transform it into something holy and G‑dly.
Sarah’s life was perfect because in every ordinary circumstance, she found blessing and created the extraordinary.
How can you seize the moment?
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Chana Weisberg is a writer, editor and lecturer. Her latest books include Tending the Garden: The Unique Gifts of the Jewish Woman and the best selling Divine Whispers on finding spirituality in daily life. She has served as the Dean of several women's educational institutes in Toronto and lectures internationally on issues relating to women, faith, relationships and the Jewish soul.© Copyright 2013, all rights reserved.
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• The Waiting Room (By Sara Tzafona)
Have you ever driven 60 miles to meet a friend, only to have that friend—who lives two miles away—arrive 10 to 15 minutes late? There you wait, drumming your fingers, wondering why it is that you’ve driven so far and yet you’re early, while she, who lives so close, is late. And we’ve all done our share of waiting for appointments, waiting for results, waiting on the phone for a human voice, and waiting for good news.
Of course, waiting is nothing new. Our ancestors had to wait 40 years before they could enter the land that G‑d had promised them. They had to wait for the cloud to lift, water
Waiting is nothing new
to spout from a rock, and manna to settle on the ground. And when they reached the end of their trek through the wilderness, they had to wait some more as Moses recapped their journey. And they listened.
But unlike our ancestors, we don’t seem to grow through the waiting period. We don’t really want to listen. We’ve lost patience with waiting. It’s as if we’re unable to appreciate the moment at hand. We’re rooted not in the present, but in some nebulous future.
What are we doing with all the time that we resent, the waiting period, the time when we’re drumming our fingers on the table or pacing around a room?
The Rebbe taught that “time awaits you to give it life. A moment flashes into existence, anticipating your breath of life. After all, for this purpose you came here, to be at this time, in this moment, so that you will
A moment flashes into existence, anticipating your breath of life
make it a living moment, a moment that has meaning, a meaning connected to the One who created time itself.”1 Think about it. Each minute was given to us so that we could give it meaning, a meaning touched by G‑d. Each minute gives us the opportunity to check on a neighbor, smile at a stranger, or set aside time to volunteer with community organizations. And if we’re left drumming our fingers on the tabletop, then we can take those spare moments to study some Torah. It’s about tweaking our activities so that we are mindful of G‑d’s presence in every aspect of our lives.
The Rebbe also taught that “Abraham entered into each day with his entire being, and so must we.” He said that we “must strive to make every moment a moment of life.” Like Abraham, we must give it meaning. And if we do so, then that moment will endure forever. However, if we fail to do so, then “that moment will become a moment that never was.”2 A moment that never was—now, that’s really a waste of time.
Sara Tzafona currently lives in north-central British Columbia, where she is working on various writing projects.
FOOTNOTES
1.Likkutei Sichot, vol. 35, p. 91. Words and condensation by Tzvi Freeman.
2.Ibid.© Copyright 2013, all rights reserved.
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Sarah dies at age 127 and is buried in the Machpelah Cave in Hebron, which Abraham purchases from Ephron the Hittite for four hundred shekels of silver.
Abraham’s servant Eliezer is sent, laden with gifts, to Charan, to find a wife for Isaac. At the village well, Eliezer asks G‑d for a sign: when the maidens come to the well, he will ask for some water to drink; the woman who will offer to give his camels to drink as well shall be the one destined for his master’s son.
Rebecca, the daughter of Abraham’s nephew Bethuel, appears at the well and passes the “test.” Eliezer is invited to their home, where he repeats the story of the day’s events. Rebecca returns with Eliezer to the land of Canaan, where they encounter Isaac praying in the field. Isaac marries Rebecca, loves her, and is comforted over the loss of his mother.
Abraham takes a new wife, Keturah (Hagar), and fathers six additional sons, but Isaac is designated as his only heir. Abraham dies at age 175 and is buried beside Sarah by his two eldest sons, Isaac and Ishmael.© Copyright 2013, all rights reserved.
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WOMEN
As a child, I insisted on wearing dresses and the color pink. I guess I was born a feminist, in the nonpolitical sense. I celebrated my girlhood and was proud of it. by Samantha Barnett
“Why does your dinosaur have a ribbon on her head?” the teacher asked five-year-old me.
“Because it’s a girl,” I answered with a smile.
I was the only child who had given my drawing a gender. I was proud of my dinosaur. She dressed the part of who she was. The teacher thought this was so cute that she telephoned my mom the following day to tell her about my creativity.
As a child, I insisted on wearing dresses and the color pink. I guess I was born a feminist, in the nonpolitical sense. I celebrated my girlhood and was proud of it.
I was proud of my dinosaur
At a very young age, I realized there was something very special about my femininity. It was a thing of beauty. I admired it about myself, and wanted others to notice it in me. I also realized that the clothing I used to adorn my body had meaning. It defined who I was, who I wanted to be, and how I wanted others to see me.
It’s not a surprise that people judge us by what we wear. The fact is, however shallow it may be, that our clothing portrays an image to the world of who we are and who we want to be. We are a visual society. We look at the outside world through the visual stimuli of television, the Internet and magazines.
And yet, really knowing a person is so much deeper than that. To have a deeper admiration for a person, we must use our other senses. Beauty is found in things that can be seen, but also in things that cannot. We can be attracted to a person’s scent, touch or personality. To see the complete and true beauty of a person requires depth.
As I grew older, I learned about modesty. Modesty doesn’t have a great reputation in teen and young adult circles. This is understandable, because at first it seems to stifle individuality and freedom. We’re even surprised when we think someone who dresses modestly looks beautiful.
On a trip with a group of friends, one person pointed to a radiant woman in a kosher café and said, “I thought religious women were supposed to be modest, but she looks beautiful.”
My
It seems to stifle individuality and freedom
friend’s assumption was that the point of women dressing modestly was so men wouldn’t look at them. Modesty was synonymous, in his mind, with making oneself unattractive.
Modern Western culture encourages us to show off our assets. And, for women, our bodies can be our biggest assets. Showing off our bodies is “liberating.” We shouldn’t be “ashamed” of what we have if it is beautiful. Dressing in a more provocative way is called “growing up.” This is certainly true in Hollywood, but Hollywood just reflects the greater society. Being proud of your body equals being proud of yourself.
As a woman in America today, I feel like I’m given mixed messages. I’m expected to be an educated career woman, and I’m also expected to be feminine and attractive in order to find a husband. But the outfits to do those things are totally different. The superwoman of today is expected to “have it all” and dress accordingly for every part she plays.
Judaism says we can play both of these roles in our modest attire. Not because Judaism wants women to be unattractive: modesty is supposed to be beautiful. Not because a woman is ashamed of what is underneath—but because it is valuable. When something is valuable, we guard it. We don’t let just anyone see it or touch it. We protect it. A woman dresses modestly because she is aware of the power of the feminine body. Furthermore, dressing modestly allows us to be true to ourselves, no matter what type of role we are playing.
Judaism says that the human is comprised of two elements: body and soul. Our body, however, is not who we are. It is the clothing of our soul.
The point of our body is to house the soul and help it grow. By covering up the more “flashy” parts of ourselves, we are inviting others to take a deeper look
We are inviting others to take a deeper look
at us. Modesty allows others to really get to know us.
Modesty does not hold us back from being beautiful. In fact, being beautiful in a modest way is praiseworthy. It is saying, “I respect myself, and I am someone worthy of getting to know.” Modesty is a tool for us as women to harness our beauty and tell the world we are much more than our outsides.
Modesty gives us a guideline for how to access the unlimited beauty within us. It further challenges others to come and experience the depth of that beauty. It’s meant to enhance who we are as people, not put limitations on it.
Some of my friends have started little scrapbooks of movie stars dressing in modest attire. Others have started modest fashion blogs. It’s amazing how many examples there really are of famous women dressing this way. It’s not as odd as we think it is; it’s just that we haven’t been trained to look for it.
Pink dresses, bows, high heels, flowing hair and makeup are things I love about being a girl and a woman. Playing dress-up as an adult and being admired for my feminine flair is not something I would ever want to give up. But I also would never give up the chance to be admired for my inner beauty and the woman I have become. Modesty is my vehicle for both self-expression and self-respect.
Samantha Barnett is a writer. She lives in Los Angeles, California.© Copyright 2013, all rights reserved.
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More in Women:
• Praying with Mom (By Miriam Karp)
Gittel Rivka—Mom’s Hebrew name. During Mom’s last months, last days and hours, it was Gittel Rivka whose hand I held and whom I sat with. Trudy Driker, the articulate, competent persona, was all but gone. Her physical life was pretty much a shell. She was emaciated, hadn’t stood or walked in months, had labored breathing, and could barely speak. But she was there. Her neshamah, her soul, was there.
In a way, I shared more of my real self with Mom during those winter and spring months than I ever had been able to before. I shared my real world, which her persona and more conscious self would have dismissed as gibberish—because Trudy didn’t believe in souls or any
The articulate, competent persona was all but gone
other nonrational, nonquantifiable beings.
We switched roles. It was my turn to tuck her in, with sweet whispers on the evening breeze. As she drifted to sleep, I sat by the hospital bed (and later the nursing home bed) and sang Yiddishe lullabies—Jewish words and melodies. I sang Shema, the basic prayer we say at the end of each day—and at the end of life—affirming our connection to and belief in one G‑d. I guess I was trying to arouse her soul, to feed it, water it, give it vitamins and nourishment, much as we kept trying to get another sip of Ensure or another spoonful of yogurt into her body.
Ess, mein kind—“eat, my child”—the timeless urging of the Jewish mother. As her body was clearly diminishing, coming ’round the curve to the finish line, I wanted to give nourishment to her soul. I wanted to make it feel safe, acknowledged. It was like teaching someone a bit of the language before they take a trip abroad. Her soul knew the language, of course—it’s inherently there—but it had lain dormant for so long that I wanted to befriend it and guide it along. I wanted Mom to be with a loved one, and I wanted to be the doula—coaching and encouraging her as she transitioned to a different realm.
Before, we could only discuss the kids, the weather, books, politics, and other common ground. But now, I could let that superficial veneer go. We could meet on a soul level; this would be our common ground.
Who was running for president, or which book was a New York Times bestseller, was irrelevant here, in this bed in this modest room under the alcove, with this wizened woman laboring for another breath.
Her blue-and-gold-striped quilt, a touch of home, had been crocheted by Bubby Faygie. A few other personal belongings were scattered here and there. But the little corner room had few amenities: a bed, an armchair, the oxygen tank and a dresser. More or fewer things didn’t matter at this point. The plant her friends had brought sat forlornly on the windowsill, ignored, unable to give her the desired perk at this late point.
This once-sophisticated woman was now just her bare essence, soon to leave this world from the sparse nursing-home bed. Her carefully chosen art, her lovely furniture back home, were of little use or comfort now. I tried to shower her with the kind of love I could offer: praying, ushering, escorting this rational nonbeliever over the threshold to join her momma and daddy, to let her neshamah free.
I held her hand and talked to her as she dozed. I forgave her for whatever hurts I’d held on to, and I asked her to forgive me. My eyes welled up as the words stumbled out.
“Mom, I probably hurt and disappointed you with my different choices. I chose a life that’s hard for you to understand. I’m not the daughter you thought I’d be. And I know I was too
I forgave her for whatever hurts I’d held on to, and I asked her to forgive me
busy with the kids and my world, and I didn’t visit or connect with you enough. But I did it out of love for you, wanting to honor you the best way I knew how, and I hope you will have real nachat, real satisfaction and gladness from it.”
My confession tumbled out and surprised me. Someone had advised me to ask for her forgiveness, so I started it somewhat routinely, because it was a good thing to do at this juncture—and then I stumbled into a well of feeling.
I didn’t usually think about her perspective that much, but there must have been a hurt, an empty hole, for many years. I lived far away. My future as a professor or therapist was never fulfilled; I spent my days mumbling ancient blessings and having one baby after another. I wasn’t able to compare notes on travel and shopping. We both shopped, of course, but Mom frequented Saks, so I didn’t think she’d want to hear about my finds at Walmart. I couldn’t even go out to eat anywhere but at the local kosher pizza store, so I couldn’t share Mom’s simple pleasure in enjoying a gourmet meal and fine wine at a great new place.
As my older kids started leaving the nest, I came to know the emptiness that lingered in their space. How much emptier it must have been for her, with both the four-hour drive and the contrasting worldviews that lay between us.
It seemed like Mom squeezed my hand a drop. Perhaps on some level she was acknowledging and accepting my words. I sang Jewish songs, prayers and psalms, mumbling and chanting, hoping that the Hebrew syllables were a balm, a gentle massage to her being. In my extreme mindset, as I sat by her side, every psalm seemed to be full of heightened meaning, alluding to souls coming and going.
“Even if I walk in the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for You are with me . . . Only goodness and kindness shall follow me . . .”
If this wasn’t the valley of the shadow of death, I didn’t know what was. Fear no evil, I emphasized, saying it a bit louder, a bit slower, as though my words were a command to her. Dear Gittel Rivka, sit up and take notice! G‑d is with you, my dear Mommy. Only goodness and kindness, only sweetness, for you—an end to the darkness and confusion of this perplexing world. Please G‑d, I begged, shower and comfort and protect this sweet soul in golden, soft goodness.
“The L‑rd bless you and guard you. The L‑rd make His countenance shine upon you and be gracious to you. The L‑rd turn His countenance toward you and grant you peace.”
Please. Pour Your blessings on Mommy, and let her feel Your closeness, Your shining countenance, Your innerness. For some reason, You’ve let me taste a bit of Your presence. It’s time to let her taste and know and get strength and comfort, too.
“Our Father, let us lie down in peace. Spread over us the shelter of Your peace. Shelter us in the shadow of
Pour Your blessings on Mommy, and let her feel Your closeness
Your wings; and guard our going out and our coming in for a good life and peace from now and for all time.”
The image of men quietly praying under a tallit has captured me since I first saw it. I’ve painted the soft folds and mysterious shadows, the Shechinah (Divine Presence) that seems to be hovering under there. That’s something like what I imagine the shelter of Your wings might be like. Just protect and love this innocent little-girl soul; let her sit close to You, like a child in the shadow of her mother’s skirt.
I wanted to be awake and with her when Mom would pass on. She was agitated, and clearly approaching that moment, her breath rattling and irregular. I reached through the bed railing and held her hand—not too tight, but there. Kept dozing off and pulling my eyes back open. But around 11:00 PM, I collapsed into an exhausted sleep in the recliner that I had pulled close to her side.
With a sudden jolt, I sensed the nurse coming to check her at 1:00 AM. One glance and I knew, before the nurse could utter the words.
“She’s passed.”
Mom was gone. That tiny remaining bit of enlivening life force had left.
I was shocked and frozen. She looked like an empty shell, like the newly deceased women I had helped prepare for a traditional burial. I sat there for a moment, then picked up the phone to call Dad, hands trembling.
Almost a year later, close to her first yahrzeit (the anniversary of her passing), I had a dream about my mother. She was dressed like a radiant bride, glowing, yet ethereal. There, yet not quite. She was surrounded by dancing young girls in pastel gowns, who seemed to represent her progeny. I woke up, just knowing. Mom was in a place of truth and light, having nachat, reaping from all she had sown. I treasure the soul moments we shared as her life ended. And maybe, hopefully, they helped ease her transition to this good place of truth.
(Excerpted from Painting Zaidy’s Dream: Memoir of a Searching Soul)
Miriam Karp is an award-winning writer, artist, Judaic studies teacher and lecturer. Her paintings explore intimate moments in Jewish life. Miriam lives in Cincinnati with her husband and family. This essay is excerpted from Painting Zaidy’s Dream, a memoir of a searching soul, her first book.© Copyright 2013, all rights reserved.
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• Silence (by Zehava Deer)
Silence. Utterly awkward, tense silence. Tap, tap, tap. That’s my foot. Yawn. Hmmm, how many flowers are in that vase over there? One, two, three, four—
“Zehava?” I scramble to gather my things together, and eagerly get out of my chair to follow the perky nurse.
The scene above is one I have encountered at every reproductive endocrinologist’s (infertility specialist’s) office I have been to. My journey thus far has introduced me to five different specialists. (I know!) They have been in varied locations, of various sizes and prestige. However, one thing remains the same no matter what: the awkward silence that prevails in the waiting room.
The only sounds one can hear are the secretary tapping at the computer keys, the soft whisper of a magazine page being turned, or the
Silence. Utterly awkward, tense silence.
names called of the patients blessed to be next.
Women—and on occasion, their husbands—sit frozen, staring straight ahead, almost like they have convinced themselves that if they don’t move, others will not be able to see them.
Now, “So what?” you might say.
Well, I happen to be a naturally curious and outgoing individual. So, I always look around for a kind face when I sit down, for someone who might share my interest in transforming the morgue of an office into a regular waiting room.
At my current doctor’s office, the secretary and nurses are all lovely individuals, and I cannot even begin to describe how this has altered my journey. I get a cheerful “Good morning!” each time I come in. If I am not in the mood of talking, I plug my headphones in and blissfully listen to my music. After all, at 7 AM, I am human, or inhuman, actually.
But most times we chat, schmoozing and in general having a grand old time. Many times other patients join in, and a sense of camaraderie is born. My husband repeatedly tells me how much I have changed since I was blessed to switch to my current doctor a year ago. I come home each time I go as myself, not some miserable monster.
One day, as I drove on the highway, I was bored, and my mind began to wander. As I drove, I looked at the cars I was passing and envisioned what the people inside were like, where they were heading, and so on. It amazed me how each car had its own little story being played out within, and how it was almost like watching short, silent movies. What struck me as an even weirder thought was that even though each one of the cars had its own story and destination, for this stretch of the road, at least, we were all heading in the same direction. We were all experiencing the same bumps and turns. Sure, some went faster, while some traveled in greater luxury than others. Some had the windows rolled down with music blaring, while others were having a world war right there in the car. The scenery constantly changed as cars got off at the exits they needed, until eventually I did too.
This scene struck me as interesting, because it is so much like what I see through my infertility journey. For the moments (read: hours) I am in my doctor’s office, all the women sitting in that room with me are sharing in my journey. We are all experiencing the same longing, the same pain. Sure, some of us go it alone, while some need support from many. Some experience
For that short period of time, we are all in the same situation
relief and leave at the “first exit,” while others need to stay for miles and miles. Some deal with it better than others. But for that short period of time we are all in the same situation, and we are the only ones able to understand completely what infertility actually means.
So, why the tension? Why the silence? Why the embarrassment when I see someone I know at the doctor’s office? Why?
Yes, I understand you are bewildered. You don’t know why you need to experience this, while others seem to have trouble not getting pregnant. I understand you long for a child so much you can now understand the term “heartache.” You are aching. You are hurting. You are yearning.
But why the embarrassment?
You are not experiencing infertility as a result of the mistakes you have made. You are experiencing it because G‑d knows you can handle it, because He knows it will make you stronger. You have no choice but to be strong. You will crumble into tiny pieces at night, but wake up the next morning and head to work because you have to. You will prove yourself stronger than you have ever believed, and then prove that you can be even stronger than that.
This is just some of what I would tell you if you would look up and talk to me. Well, obviously not in the first few minutes. Because that would just be weird.
Zehava Deer is the pen name of a woman living in Brooklyn who is having trouble conceiving. Her column, “Pregnant with Hope—My Journey through Infertility,” describes her journey, and how she strives to remain positive through her pain.© Copyright 2013, all rights reserved.
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YOUR QUESTIONS
A chassid is a mystic. A chassid is pious. A chassid is joyous. A chassid is selfless. A chassid is a revolutionary. What is the common denominator of all these traits? That a chassid lives life from the inside. by Yanki Tauber
A fairly accurate rule of thumb is that if your question can be answered with one answer, then you haven’t asked much of a question. A truly significant question will always provoke numerous, different, and even contrasting answers. Here are some of the answers that appear in the writings and teachings of the chassidic masters to address the question of “what is a chassid”:
1) A chassid is pious. This definition actually predates the modern chassidic movement by many centuries: according to the Talmud, a “chassid” is a person who fulfills his or her duties toward G‑d and fellow “beyond the line of the law”—beyond what is commanded and obligatory.
2) A chassid is selfless. A chassid is a person who will forgo his own needs for the sake of another’s. In fact, a chassid will go so far as to sacrifice her own spiritual betterment for the sake of a fellow’s material benefit (though the distinction has gotten a bit complicated after Chassidism’s founder, Rabbi Israel Baal Shem Tov, declared that “the physical life of a Jew is a spiritual thing”).
3) A chassid is a mystic. A chassid doesn’t just study Kabbalah—she also understands it. Chassidic teaching takes the deepest secrets of Torah—concepts and narratives that, through the ages, were revealed to only a select few sages in every generation—and makes them accessible and comprehensible to every individual, and applicable in every individual’s life.
4) A chassid is alive. A chassid does everything with vitality, joy and passion.
5) A chassid is a revolutionary. A chassid never accepts the status quo. The fact that something is a certain way doesn’t mean that it should remain that way; in fact, it probably means that it’s here to be improved, transformed, reinvented. This includes the chassid’s own self. The chassid is a person who wakes up each morning and says to himself: I feel this way? Then perhaps I must change the way I feel. The world thinks this way? Then we must change the world’s thinking. A chassid believes that it’s not enough to behave a certain way and do certain things; rather, a person’s task in life is to recreate himself and remake the world.
What is the common denominator of all the above descriptions of the chassid? That a chassid is someone who relates to the soul of a thing rather than to its body, to its inner essence rather than its external manifestations.
Thus a chassid is a pious person—one who goes “beyond the line of the law” in his duties toward G‑d and man.
There are “external” reasons to do the right thing. Violating the laws of society can land one in prison, while a moral and virtuous life earns the respect and support of one’s family and community. Violating G‑d’s laws can incur divine wrath and retribution, and fulfilling G‑d’s commandments will certainly bring much reward in this world and the next. But as long as we’re talking carrots and sticks, we’re looking at life from the outside in. We are saying: what are the external factors and circumstances that are telling me to do this?
And when we look at life from the outside in, we do what we must do. No more. Whether we act out of fear of punishment or desire for reward or in quest of “fulfillment,” we do whatever it takes to avoid being punished or get rewarded or achieve fulfillment, no more.
The chassid, however, lives life from the inside. When a chassid does a mitzvah—when a chassid prays, or lights Chanukah candles, or does a favor for a fellow—the chassid does it because that is what, who and why he is. And when you do something because it’s what, who and why you are, you do it in the best, most beautiful, most complete and most absolute way. You do it perfectly; you do it more than perfectly.
Thus the chassid is full of life, joy and passion.
When you do something because you must, you do it because you must. But when you do something from the inside, you do it joyously. Your excitement fills the room and infects everyone within a five-mile radius. The very deed glows with life.
Thus a chassid is selfless. Because if every soul is “literally a part of G‑d above,” what is the “self”? Simply one expression of the common essence we all share.
Looking from the outside in, one sees millions and billions of distinct “selves,” each with its own needs and wants, wills and wiles. Hence difference. Hence conflict. Hence selfishness.
Looking from the inside out, we are all one. Helping you is as “selfish” as helping myself.
Thus the chassid is a mystic. “Secrets” are a product of an external perspective. When you stand outside of something and look at it from the outside in, there are revealed parts and hidden parts, accessible areas and arcane areas. A piece of knowledge may be “literary,” “legal,” “philosophical,” “inspirational,” “metaphorical,” “scientific,” “theological,” or any of the other handles the mind contrives to get a handle on a truth. Some aspects are “logical,” others less so; some aspects are “practical,” others less so. But when you’re looking from the inside, all these parts, areas, dimensions, aspects and forms are just the various expressions of the all-embracing core truth.
The chassid reaches for the essence of Torah. The chassid looks at Torah from the inside out. For the chassid, there are no secrets. No truth is too arcane to be granted admittance to the mind, no truth too spiritual to be applied in daily life.
A chassid is someone who relates to the soul of a thing rather than to its body, to its inner essence rather than its external manifestations.
Thus a chassid is a revolutionary.
Looking from the outside in, “reality” is the way things are. Looking from the inside out, reality is the way things are supposed to be.
Because G‑d, after all, created this world. Created it for a purpose. And G‑d said: This is what I made, and this is what I want you to make of what I made. When you look at yourself, when you look at your world, what you’re seeing is not My inner intent for creation—just the raw materials I laid out for you to work with. Look deeper and you’ll see the potential I put inside—the purpose for which I created it.
So a chassid is not intimidated by the way things are. Because the chassid knows that that’s just the surface, the husk, the outer skin. So the chassid puts on his x-ray goggles, rolls up his sleeves, and gets to work.
By Yanki Tauber; based on the teachings of the Rebbe.
Artwork by Bella Tonini. Bella Tonini was born in Argentina but has lived in the United States for most of her life. She has been creating artwork since she was a teenager, and continues to create daily either by drawing, painting, singing or cooking. Bella discovered her Jewish roots a few years ago, which opened her views on spirituality and creativity, leading her to create works of levity and whimsy.© Copyright 2013, all rights reserved.
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More in Your Questions:
• Hurt Feelings (By Sara Chana Radcliffe)
Dear Rachel,
I read recently that parents should help children take responsibility for their own feelings. For example, according to this way of thinking, if your child gets very upset when someone teases her, you should teach her how to restore her emotional equilibrium. If she blames the other child for upsetting her, you should help her realize that she has a choice as to how to react. This advice leaves me feeling confused. I would have thought that the teasing child is to blame for causing upset to the other youngster. Am I wrong?
Confused Mom
Dear Confused,
I’m going to break your question into three:
I’m going to break your question into three:
Does a child have a choice as to how to react to an external stressor?
Is someone capable of inflicting emotional pain on someone else?
How should a parent react when one child feels injured by another child?
In answer to the first question, a child (or adult, for that matter) always has a choice as to how to react behaviorally to an external stressor. For example, if Michael teases Aaron, Aaron can choose to push Michael down, call him a nasty name, threaten to tell his mother, ask him to please stop
How should a parent react when one child feels injured by another child?
doing that, walk away without saying anything, and so on. Each of these is a behavioral response, and Aaron can choose how he will respond. As it says in the Torah, “I have set before you life and death . . . Choose life.”1 We all have free will when it comes to our actions.
Emotional reactions are different, however. Our emotional reactions happen through the processes of our subconscious minds. We can’t choose to feel hurt or peaceful, frightened or calm, rage or resentment. Emotional responses happen faster than the speed of light, coming from a myriad of internal sources (neural pathways, genetic information, stored memories and meanings, etc.). We can learn to choose appropriate behavioral channels for expressing emotion, such as using words instead of our fists to express our sentiments. We can also learn to help calm our own emotional responses.
This latter technique, called “Emotional Regulation,” is appropriate to teach to children to help them negotiate their own inner world. If someone hurts them, you can teach them to self-soothe, recuperate, address the wound, and so on. This information should be taught to all kids, but in the specific situation where one child has hurt another, this information is pertinent to the victim.
As for the second question, the Torah view is that we are responsible if we inflict emotional pain on other people. In fact, there is a specific mitzvah to refrain from hurting people’s feelings with words, and of course there are many, many mitzvot involving refraining from hurting them physically, financially, emotionally, and so on.2 So a child’s hurtful behavior ought to hurt its victim. If you stab someone in the arm with a knife, you are directly responsible for that pain. The idea that no one can hurt our feelings is a secular innovation of 1960s–’70s psychology. In Judaism, someone who hurts another is held accountable for doing so, and therefore a parent can and should point out to a (perpetrator) child that his behavior has consequences for others.
So far, we’ve looked at the situation where one child teases, pushes or insults another. Now let’s address the parent’s reaction. Suppose that a sibling innocently walks by his sister, and the sister cries out to Mom, “He’s making faces at me!” In this case, Mom can ask the boy if this is what happened, and if it did, direct his attention to her sad face and her obvious upset. Mom can then do whatever other educational intervention is required. Is this a pattern that needs focused attention through discipline? Is it sufficient to impress upon him that his sister is now feeling hurt?
However, if he claims innocence—and parents tend to develop a fairly accurate perception of how innocent a child might be—then perhaps it is the little girl who needs to
Parents tend to develop a fairly accurate perception of how innocent a child might be
adjust her own emotional radar. The parent might say something like, “I don’t know for sure what happened, because I wasn’t there, and I hear David saying that he didn’t make a face. But I see that you feel hurt and upset because you think he did—and if he would have done such a thing, you would certainly feel hurt. Hashem doesn’t like us to hurt each other; He wants us all to be kind to each other. Of course, if we’re not absolutely sure if someone did something hurtful, we need to judge that person positively.”
This combination of emotional validation and education accomplishes a number of things. First, Dr. John Gottman has established through intensive research that emotional validation itself leads the child to develop the internal processes necessary for healthy emotional regulation. The more a child’s emotional world is validated, the more the child is able to self-soothe in stressful moments. Had Mom just said, “He didn’t do anything,” the invalidation would have likely led to the daughter becoming more emotionally oversensitive and reactive in the future.
In addition, the son hears his mother validating his sister. If he did have a role in the little girl’s pain, he has heard its emotional consequences. And while he may have been innocent on this particular occasion, chances are good that he is hurtful on other occasions. His mother’s statement can penetrate more easily right now precisely because he is not under direct attack. Third, the parent’s statement teaches the important Torah concepts that people need to be careful not to hurt others and remember to judge others positively.
In summary:
Children are responsible for how they act in response to stress, but not for how they feel.
We need to refrain from inflicting pain on others, and take responsibility when we have inflicted pain.
Parents can help both perpetrator and victim. The perpetrator has the responsibility to develop appropriate empathy toward others, and to act in accordance with Hashem’s directives to refrain from hurting others. The victim has the responsibility to judge positively, to react in a behaviorally appropriate way, and to calm him- or herself down after injury. Parents can help victims become better at emotional regulation by validating the emotional pain they experienced.
I hope this answers your question, and I wish you luck on your parenting journey.
"Dear Rachel" is a bi-weekly column that is answered by a rotating group of experts. This question was answered by Sarah Chana Radcliffe. Sarah Chana Radcliffe is the author of "The Fear Fix: Solutions for Every Child's Moments of Worry, Panic and Fear," "Make Yourself at Home," and "Raise Your Kids without Raising Your Voice."
FOOTNOTES
2.Exodus 2:13; Leviticus 19:11; Talmud, Bava Metzia 58b.© Copyright 2013, all rights reserved.
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THE REBBE
The Rebbe’s guidance ranges from simple, practical suggestions to more advanced meditations that address the root causes of our anger. by Mendy Kaminker
Rabbi Eliezer says: “. . . Do not be easy to anger.” (Avot 2:10)
Anger is one of the traits most condemned in Jewish literature. “Someone who gets angry,” we are told, “is like one who worships idols.”1 Anger can cause a sage to lose his wisdom, or a person who is destined for greatness to forfeit it.2
It’s not hard to see why. When we get angry, we tend to act irrationally. Things said or done in anger are almost always destructive and cause for later regret.
Everyone gets angry occasionally, but some people are more prone to anger than others. They may have a “short fuse” and blow up over small things, or they may be chronically irritable. However it is manifested, anger that is not dealt with in a healthy way is dangerous for the angry person and for those close to him or her.
Dealing with anger is a lifelong challenge, but the results are unquestionably worth it. A person who learns to control, or at least reduce, his anger will be surprised by how greatly his life and relationships improve—at home and at work.
In the letters of the Lubavitcher Rebbe, Rabbi Menachem Mendel Schneerson, of righteous memory, there are several pieces of advice about dealing with anger. The Rebbe’s guidance ranges from simple, practical suggestions to more advanced meditations that address the root causes of our anger. Below is a loose adaptation of some of these, to study and hopefully put into practice.
A Simple Recommendation: Wait!
The Rebbe writes:
Regarding what you wrote about the traits of anger and pride: As with anything else, the way to correct these is step by step.
The first step is to wait. Don’t express your anger or pride verbally. In this way, those emotions will not gain momentum, as can be seen in practice . . .3
If you feel yourself getting angry, stop, take a deep breath and wait a minute before you react. The anger may dissipate when the heat of the moment has passed.
Someone Is Watching
Another bit of advice, found in Tanya, is to remember Who is watching us when we get angry.
In 5717 (1957), the Rebbe wrote to a young student:
In answer to your letter . . . in which you write that you sometimes suffer from the trait of anger:
You should learn by heart the first part of ch. 41 of Tanya, from the beginning of the chapter to p. 112, second line, “. . . before the king.”
Also, ask your teacher to explain to you the general outline of Iggeret Hakodesh, Epistle 25.
When you feel yourself beginning to get angry, review by heart the beginning of ch. 41 and think about the summary of the epistle; as you get used to doing this, your situation will continue to improve.4
In chapter 41, Rabbi Schneur Zalman of Liadi explains that we must constantly remember that the Creator of the world is watching at every moment: “Behold, G‑d stands over him, and the whole world is full of His glory, and He looks upon him and examines his conscience and heart [to see] if he is serving Him as is fitting.”
Somehow, it’s easier to hang onto our self-control when we know that someone is watching. And the truth is, Someone is always watching. This idea is useful for dealing with most negative traits and behaviors. For more on this, and to study Chapter 41 in depth, visit our Tanya site.
Remember the Consequences
Here’s a practical piece of advice that is fairly easy to follow: If we realize that our anger has consequences, we will think and behave differently.
The Rebbe writes to a young woman:
Keep the mitzvah found in the Shulchan Aruch [Code of Jewish Law], that if you hurt someone’s feelings—even out of anger—you must apologize in person and ask for complete forgiveness.
It is by nature difficult for a person to apologize. Nevertheless, you should overcome that difficulty and do it.
In that way, every time you are about to get angry, you will remember that afterwards you will have to brace yourself and ask for forgiveness… That itself will help you weaken your tendency towards anger.5
Remember Who’s in Charge
Finally, there is one idea that, when understood and employed properly, can uproot anger at its source.
As we saw above, the Rebbe often advised people who struggled with this issue to study Epistle 25 of Iggeret Hakodesh, found in the last section of Tanya.6 There the Alter Rebbe explains why anger is compared to idolatry. Granted, anger is a negative trait, but how can it be compared to idol worship?
The Alter Rebbe puts it like this:
The reason is clear to those that have understanding: because at the time of his anger, faith has departed from him.7 For were he to believe that what happened to him is of G‑d’s doing, he would not become angry at all.
And though it is a person possessed of free choice who is cursing him, or hitting him, or causing damage to his money, and therefore is guilty according to the laws of man and the laws of Heaven for having chosen evil—nevertheless, as regards the person harmed—this was already decreed from Heaven, and “the Omnipresent has many deputies.”
Getting angry means you don’t have faith that what’s happening to you is really coming from G‑d. The person you’re angry at is just a messenger. Now, obviously, he or she still had free choice, and will be held accountable. But getting angry is not the answer. Rather than asking, “Why is this person hurting me?” ask a bigger question: “What is G‑d trying to tell me in this moment?”
Making these ideas part of your consciousness is the work of a lifetime. Here are some links to get you started: Epistle 25 of Iggeret Hakodesh, Jay Litvin’s meditations on anger, Anger Management 101, and Angry with G‑d.
Rabbi Mendy Kaminker is the editor of Beit Chabad, the Hebrew edition of Chabad.org.
FOOTNOTES
1.Maimonides, Mishneh Torah, De’ot 2:3, citing “the early sages.” His source seems to be the Talmud, Shabbat 105a.
2.Talmud, Pesachim 66b.
3.Igrot Kodesh, letter 5239.
4.Ibid., letter 5588.
5.Ibid., letter 6670.
6.Ibid., letter 4985.
7.Emphasis added.© Copyright 2013, all rights reserved.
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ESSAY
Far from being a disturbance to the pursuit of pure spirituality, it is the material world that serves as the setting and telos of Hasidic prayer, whose ultimate agenda is to reveal this mundane space as a fitting habitation for divinity. by Don Seeman
Rabbi Schneur Zalman of Liadi (1745–1812), the so-called Alter Rebbe, or founding teacher of the Chabad movement, was once asked to explain to his students how he prays. He is said to have responded, “I pray with the table and with the chairs.” When I first heard this story many years ago, I assumed he meant merely to say that he prayed with great intensity, so that the tables and chairs shook with his fervor. Anyone who has seen Orthodox Jews engrossed in speaking to their Creator while bowing and shaking in constant motion—shuckling, as it is sometimes known in English—will know what I had in mind. I was more wrong than right though, because I underestimated the central importance of tables and chairs and the whole world of mundane materiality to Hasidic prayer. Far from being merely a backdrop or a disturbance to the pursuit of pure spirituality, it is precisely the material world that serves as the setting and telos of Hasidic prayer, whose ultimate agenda is to render—or better, to reveal—this mundane space we inhabit as a fitting habitation for divinity, or what they call dirah ba-tachtonim, “a home in the nether regions.” But what does all this have to do with tables and chairs?
The Chabad movement began to take hold in the Jewish communities of White Russia and Lithuania more than two hundred years ago and has developed today into an important global network of “emissaries” and spiritual entrepreneurs devoted to the promotion of Hasidic ideals and practice in every conceivable format and context.
Active contemplation of paradoxes like the coincidence of divine immanence and transcendence . . . alone could offer lasting transformation of human affect . . . practice and existential condition.
In its origins though, the movement was premised on intensive forms of contemplative study and prayer designed to transform human beings by focusing not on the emotions like other Hasidic groups, but on the intellect. The term Chabad itself is a Hebrew acronym for “wisdom, understanding, knowledge,” which represent the cognitive faculties targeted by these practices. Interesting comparisons with Cognitive Behavioral Therapy have recently been advanced. Active contemplation of paradoxes like the coincidence of divine immanence and transcendence helped to fill the mind of the worshipper with divine light, which alone could offer lasting transformation of human affect and ultimately, it was to be hoped, of human practice and existential condition as well.
Chabad contemplative practices were meant to engender a sense of bittul or self-abnegation, a marvelously labile term that stands for a whole host of different spiritual, moral, and cognitive conditions. One of its most basic meanings is that the world and all existence comes to seem (to the mind and even to the senses and feelings) “as if it were naught” (ke’lo hashiv) when viewed through the prism of contemplation upon the greatness of the divine. The “as if” is important here, because Chabad teachers throughout the generations have been careful to deny a view that is sometimes attributed to various forms of Eastern mysticism which holds that the world is an illusion (maya). This, no Orthodox Jew can easily maintain, because the whole sweep of Jewish religious tradition starting with the Bible and through all the later teachings is that the world created by G‑d is real, that human responsibility for good or for evil is far from illusory, and that divine prerogatives in history must be fulfilled. “G‑d forbid,” exclaimed the third hereditary leader of Chabad, known as Zemach Zedek (1789–1866), “that we should say the world is not real!” And yet, nearly every page of classical teaching in the Chabad school insists that the world is “completely nullified” before the great light of G‑d, “like the light of a candle extinguished in the light of the sun.” This is the apparent paradox of materiality which is both real and not real, and it is this dilemma which is addressed through the delicate praxis of contemplative prayer.
The Lurianic mystery of zimzum, the divine “contraction” that makes space for the phenomenal world, is by now well-known. Modern thinkers like Edmund Jabes, Jacques Derrida, and Emmanuel Levinas have each appropriated this sixteenth-century Kabbalistic imagery for their own ethical and interpretive projects.
Levinas’ startling adaptation of the zimzum metaphor for interpersonal relations was most clearly anticipated in an essay by by the fifth Chabad Rebbe, known as the Rebbe Rashab.
For example, Levinas arranges his whole ethical phenomenology around the demand to make space for the Other, giving to him or to her, as it were, a chance to breathe and a space to inhabit, though it be at one’s own expense. Levinas may go out of his way to identify himself with the nineteenth-century opponents of the Hasidim in his famous essay on “Rabbi Hayyim of Volozhin” (for reasons that may become clear in a moment), but his startling adaptation of the zimzum metaphor for interpersonal relations was most clearly anticipated in an essay by by the fifth Chabad Rebbe, known as the Rebbe Rashab (1860–1920), who desribes human zimzum at length as an act of ethical imitatio Dei (see Kuntres He-Chaltzu). Levinas may well have been aware of the essay (we know that he studied some early Chabad literature), but I believe he would have shied away from the Chabad formulation precisely because of its insistence on contemplative practices designed to show zimzum to be merely a metaphor.
Correct interpretation of zimzum was an important feature of the debates that distinguished early Hasidim from their opponents. Though there is some debate on this point, the standard account holds that the great and fierce opponent of the Hasidism, R. Elijah of Vilna, took the idea of zimzum in its literal sense (zimzum ke-peshuto), meaning that G‑d evacuated, as it were, a space for creation. This would be a comfortable position for someone like Levinas not just because of his Lithuanian Jewish origins, but also because it implies that the analogous moral sacrifice “for the other” is real and irreducible. Variations on the zimzum ke-peshuto argument were made by various writers in what they took to be the defense of normative distinctions between right and wrong, pure and impure, that they sensed might be compromised by the idea of a G‑d whose presence resides everywehere without distinction, in places sacred as well as very profane. Even Levinas’ hero, R. Hayyim of Volozhin, who did not accept the simple reading of zimzum, thought that one should act as if it were literally true so as to avoid the potential for antinomianism.
Not so for Chabad. Like other Hasidim, Chabad opted for the radical solution that zimzum itself is the illusion grounded in human perceptual limitations but
Bittul is the cognitive-perceptual process whereby we train ourselves to see behind the veil. The world is real, but not in the way that we thought it was before.
that in fact nothing ever changed—the divine light before creation and after creation are identical, as is the immanence of the divine glory, except that the world conceals this glory even as it also stands witness to it. The parallel between this position and the psychological or perceptual problem of bittul (self-annihilation) should now be perfectly clear: when we reflect upon the divine light we realize cognitively and perceptually that we “are as naught,” but we also come to recognize that our “naught” is included in (rather than excluded by) unmediated divinity. Bittul is the cognitive-perceptual process whereby we train ourselves to see behind the veil. The world is real, but not in the way that we thought it was before. How is this accomplished?
Here we return to the importance of prayer as a transformative praxis. Contemplative prayer is a complex ritual system in Chabad, corresponding to many different spiritual and cognitive levels of attainment. On the simplest level, contemplating the greatness of God engenders love and fear and a pervasive sense of bittul ha-yesh (nullification of the coarse material aspect of the human personality, the part that craves physical satisfaction and acts for itself, disobeying the divine will). The contemplative person continues to experience his or her separate existence but attains a great clarity and transparency to the divine will over time. One is no longer held in thrall to physical fears or desires and is actively willing to give oneself, one’s very life (mesirut nefesh), for the sake of not being separated from G‑d.
For early Chabad, which developed at the same time and in direct response to modernizing trends among the Jews of Europe, this was an important political as well as religious message, because it provided a practical means
In direct response to modernizing trends among the Jews of Europe . . . Chabad provided a practical means of combating the colonization of Jewish religious habitus by secularized perceptual structures.
of combating the colonization of Jewish religious habitus by secularized perceptual structures—the idea that religious motives for example, even where they are respected, should be treated as no more compelling than other sorts of human motives and instinctual reactions, like the hunger for food, for economic advancement, or for political freedom. Contemplation on this level reformulates everything, putting the consciousness of G‑d and the divine will at the center of one’s perceptual schemas and at the heart of one’s motivational framework, such that even martyrdom might appear as but a trifling thing compared to the awesome intensity of divine intimacy. Many religious movements would have been content with having achieved this level of religious feeling.
Chabad sources insist however (and I am simplifying a great deal) that there are deeper levels of contemplation available to adepts, and that these do more than simply ensure the primacy of religious motivation over other forces but also allow a glimpse of the truth obscured by zimzum—the truth that the world itself and all that is in it “is considered as naught before Thee.” This is called bittul ba-metziut, or “annihilation within existence.” In this reality, every existent being and thing must be perceived (and experienced!) as ultimately contingent upon the divine vitality that creates and gives life to it, not once and for all, as in a simplistic reading of the Genesis story, but constantly and at all times. Like the phenomenological epoché, which brackets the “natural attitude” of the world as given to sense experience, contemplative prayer brackets the untrained perspective by which our world appears as “really real” and firmly existent, and reveals instead the divine light and contingency underlying all things. One does not see merely a “table” or “chairs,” nor does one come to see them as illusory and false, but one learns to perceive the divine vitality that is in them and that constitutes their true reality. To pray with the tables and with the chairs means, at least in part, to take one’s cue from materiality but to work backwards to its divine source and vitality, to learn to truly see this vitality where once there was only a chair or a table, and then to reveal, to the extent one is able, the truth that zimzum—divine absence—is itself the illusion that reveals materiality, and that alles is G‑tt (“all is G‑d”).
The seventh Chabad Rebbe, R. Menachem Mendel Schneerson. The Rebbe emphasized that the final telos of history is the revelation of the divine essence (atzmus), as G‑d is in G‑dself, in plain sight upon the phenomenal world.
The meaning of dirah ba-tachtonim, that the world should be revealed as a fitting habitation for divinity, is thus an act of uncovering as much as it is one of tikkun (repair). The tikkun is in fact the uncovering. This has been explicit or implicit to Chabad teaching since the beginning, but it received unprecedented and explicit emphasis from the seventh (and last) Rebbe, R. Menachem Mendel Schneerson (1902–1994) of New York, who over the last generation shepherded the transformation of post-Holocaust Chabad into a global movement. As R. Schneerson announced in his inaugural address to his Hasidim in 1951 and never tired of repeating in many ways over the years, he believed that the “generation of the seventh” (the seventh generation since the founding of Chabad by R. Schneur Zalman) was destined to be the generation of redemption, the generation in which the fitting habitation of this world for G‑d would finally be made plain. While the relationship between this perceptual transformation and more traditional notions of Jewish redemption remain to be made clear in subsequent posts, the Rebbe emphasized in many settings over the years that the final telos of history is the revelation of the divine essence (atzmus) as G‑d is in G‑dself in plain sight upon the phenomenal world, something we do not yet have language to describe. This is not, in the final analysis, the flight from materiality or its suppression (as in much of classical Jewish pietism), but the emergence of the material as the very throne and expression of divine glory. This is, moreover, the revelation of a truth already present, pulsing just beneath the façade of our secular existence. If Chabad has sometimes chafed against narrow doctrines of separation that are used to push religion out of the public sphere in the United States and elsewhere, this needs to be understood as fundamental to Chabad’s overall project. The sacred and the profane as human categories must both dissolve like the light of a candle in the noonday glare.
It is the eve of Rosh Hashanah in Jerusalem as I write these words. There is a pensiveness and excitement in the air very different from that which accompanies our secular “New Year’s Day.” It is Yom Ha-Din, the Day of Judgment,
Rosh Hashanah, Yom Kippur, and the other liturgical days of this season each stand as particular moments in a broad process of self-transformation, self-annihilation, and renewal
and Yom Ha-Zikaron, the Day of Memory. In the earliest Chabad sources, it is a day for the contemplation of the ultimate, paradoxical unity of the “light that fills creation” (divine sovereignty, immanence) and “the light that surrounds creation” (infinitude, transcendence). The day does not stand alone but is part of a broad ritual framework in which Rosh Hashanah, Yom Kippur, and the other liturgical days of this season each stand as particular moments in a broad process of self-transformation, self-annihilation, and renewal. Many people will spend many hours in synagogues hoping for at least a few moments of transcendence and clarity which may or may not ever come. In later posts in this ocasional series on the materiality of prayer, I hope to describe my ethnography of prayer in the lives of contemporary Chabad practitioners and flesh out more of what is at stake for them in this life they have chosen. For now though, it is enough to emphasize that the contemplative practice described in Chabad teachings ensures that those who engage in it will not be praying alone. If you listen closely you can hear the tables and the chairs praying, too.
This article first appeared in Reverberations: New Directions in the Study of Prayer, a SSRC forum, and is republished here with permission.
Don Seeman is an Associate Professor holding a joint appointment in Jewish Ethnography with the Department of Religion and the Institute for Jewish Studies at Emory University. He has also served as assistant rabbi of the Young Israel of Toco Hills in Atlanta, and taught at the Hebrew University of Jerusalem and in the Department of Social Medicine at Harvard Medical School.© Copyright 2013, all rights reserved.
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STORY
The rebbe took the gold coin, wedged it in a crack in the wall next to his desk, and said no more. by Tuvia Bolton
Rabbi Schneur Zalman of Liadi once sent one of his chassidim on a mission to raise a large sum of money for an important cause. The rebbe blessed him with a safe trip, but mysteriously warned him not to enter any house that had its door on the east side.
The trip went well, and soon most of the money had been collected. But one day the chassid found himself caught in a snowstorm on a lonely road winding through the forest. The wind grew steadily stronger and colder. He urged his horse on, hoping to reach some sort of an inn before he lost his way entirely in the snow; but hours passed and still nothing.
He was numb and freezing, and the snow was falling so densely that he couldn’t really see where he was going. He prayed to G‑d for some sort of miracle.
Suddenly, through the white sea of swirling snow, he saw what looked like the outline of a house just off the road. With his last ounce of strength he forced the horse in its direction, and sure enough, it was a house! It even had a mezuzah on the door. A Jewish house, no less! He thanked G‑d for his good fortune as he jumped from his wagon onto the front porch and knocked on the door.
An elderly woman opened the door and let him in to the warm house. “Come in, you must be freezing,” she said. “Come have a cup of tea; sit here by the stove. In just a minute my sons will return, and they will put your horse in the barn. Please sit down.”
Just as he sat down and began thawing out, he remembered that it was almost night and he hadn’t yet prayed minchah (the afternoon prayer). So he asked the woman which direction was east (to face Jerusalem, as is customary during prayer) and prayed, thanking G‑d for his good fortune.
As he finished praying, he noticed that something was wrong: the eastern wall was the one with the main entrance of the house in it!
Without hesitation he put on his coat and walked to the door, saying apologetically, “I’ll be right back”—but the door was locked. He went to a window, but it too was locked. “I forgot something in the wagon,” he called to the old woman, who had slipped out of the room. “Could you please open the door?” Suddenly a key turned in the door from the outside, and four brawny young men entered from the storm. As soon as they saw their visitor they immediately grabbed him, emptied his pockets, tied him up, laid him on the ground in a corner, and sat down to eat while their mother examined the booty.
“Ho ho!” she exclaimed. “Look what we have here!” as she held up the pack of money she found in his wallet. “Looks like we caught a big fish this time.” One of the sons examined the money, went to the cupboard, took out a large bottle of vodka and put it on the table with a bang. “Brothers, let’s celebrate! G‑d has been good to us! We have enough money here to be happy for a long, long time! But first, let’s take care of our guest.” He pulled a large knife from somewhere under his coat while one of his brothers was pouring him a drink. He took a cup of vodka in his free hand, raised it high and said, “To long life, except for you!” as he looked at the bound chassid.
One of the brothers, surprised by the joke, laughed so hard that the vodka came spraying out of his mouth on the others, and they all began to laugh, and then someone began a song and another toast, then another. Then the door opened again, and it was their father. “Aha!” he shouted as he looked at the money on the table and the bound victim on the floor.
“Good work, boys! Excellent! We’ll have to kill him though . . . I’m glad you left him for me. You know what? In the morning I’ll take care of him. Now, let’s drink to our good fortune!” And before long they were all drunk as Lot, and forgot completely about our unfortunate hero.
Late that night, when they were all sleeping soundly, the father woke, looked around to make sure that no one else was awake, tiptoed over to our chassid, motioned him to be silent, cut his ropes and silently ordered him to follow. He tiptoed to the door, opened it and gave the chassid his coat. “Here is your money back,” he whispered in the chassid’s ear as he pushed the wallet into his coat pocket. Then he pressed a gold coin into the chassid’s hand. “This is for charity from an old sinner. Tell your rebbe to please pray for me. Now go! Get out of here as fast as you can . . . run for your life.” Dawn was beginning to light the horizon, the storm had stopped, and our grateful hero was on the road back home.
When he entered the rebbe’s room, the rebbe looked up at him and said: “I know what happened; you don’t have to tell me. I was up all night interceding on your behalf.”
The chassid produced the golden coin and told of the old thief’s request. The rebbe took the coin and wedged it in a crack in the wall next to his desk, and said no more.
Fifteen years passed, and this same chassid, who was now married with a family, became one of the rebbe’s gabbaim (secretaries). One day he answered the door to an old beggar, and told him to wait. When he entered the rebbe’s room and informed him that there was a beggar at the door, the rebbe pulled the gold coin from the crack where it had been for the past fifteen years, and told the chassid that this was the old man who had released him years ago.
It seems that when his wife and sons awoke and realized what he had done, they beat him and drove him from the house just some hours before the police made a surprise raid and took the mother and sons off to prison. The old man began a life of wandering and atonement, waiting for a sign that his repentance had been accepted in heaven.
A popular teacher, musician and storyteller, Rabbi Tuvia Bolton is co-director of Yeshiva Ohr Tmimim in Kfar Chabad, Israel, and a senior lecturer there.© Copyright 2013, all rights reserved.
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COOKING
Thanksgiving meet Chanukah by Miriam Szokovski
This year we have the rare opportunity to celebrate Chanukah and Thanksgiving simultaneously for for the first time since the 1880s, definitely an occasion worth taking advantage of from a culinary standpoint. Chanukah, meet Thanksgiving. Thanksgiving, meet Chanukah!
I’ll be sharing some great fusion recipes, including these turkey egg rolls with cranberry dipping sauce.
Thanksgiving just wouldn’t be Thanksgiving without turkey and cranberries. And Chanukah wouldn’t be Chanukah without fried food to commemorate the miracle of the oil. So fried turkey egg rolls with cranberry dipping sauce gives you the best of both worlds.
Sauté the onions in olive oil and salt until translucent.
Add in the ground or shredded turkey, crushed garlic and ginger and sauté 5 minutes. Add white wine and soy sauce and simmer until thickened. Throw in the shredded cabbage and carrot and cook 1 minute more, until just wilted. Set filling aside to cool.
Lay out egg roll wrappers, place 2 tbsp. of filling in each, roll up as shown below, and place seam side down on a plate.
Heat oil. Place each egg roll in the oil, seam side down. Fry until brown and crispy (turn at least once so both sides get fried). Remove from oil and drain on a paper towel.
To make the dipping sauce, bring all ingredients to a boil. Reduce flame and simmer 5-10 minutes. Strain through a fine mesh strainer if there are any lumps.
Egg Roll Ingredients:
2 onions, diced
3 tbsp. olive oil
2 tsp. salt
1 lb. ground turkey
4 cups shredded carrot & green cabbage
4 garlic cloves, crushed
1 cup white wine
3 tbsp. soy sauce
1/4 tsp. ginger
15-20 egg roll wrappers
Oil for frying
Dipping Sauce Ingredients:
1/3 cup jellied cranberry sauce
1/3 cup vinegar
1/3 cup sugar
3 tbsp. water
1 tbsp. soy sauce
Directions:
Sauté the onions in olive oil and salt until translucent.
Add in the ground or shredded turkey, crushed garlic and ginger and sauté 5 minutes.
Add white wine and soy sauce and simmer until thickened.
Throw in the shredded cabbage and carrot and cook 1 minute more, until just wilted.
Set filling aside to cool.
Lay out egg roll wrappers, place 2 tbsp. of filling in each, roll up and place seam side down on a plate.
Heat oil. Place each egg roll in the oil, seam side down. Fry until brown and crispy (turn at least once so both sides get fried). Remove from oil and drain on a paper towel.
To make the dipping sauce, bring all ingredients to a boil. Reduce flame and simmer 5-10 minutes. Strain through a fine mesh strainer if there are any lumps.
Serve dipping sauce alongside egg rolls. For best taste, serve immediately after frying.
(Note: If you want to bake the egg rolls, place them seam side down on a greased baking tray. Spray the tops with PAM and bake on 400 for 10-15 minutes.)
What will you be making for “Thanksgivukkah”? Leave a comment and share your ideas so we can all benefit.
Miriam Szokovski is the author of historical novel Exiled Down Under, and a member of the Chabad.org editorial team. She enjoys tinkering with recipes, and teaches cooking classes to young children. Miriam shares her love of cooking, baking and food photography on Chabad.org’s food blog, Cook It Kosher and in the N'shei Chabad Newsletter.© Copyright 2013, all rights reserved.
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NEWS
Substance and alcohol abuse remains a serious issue on college campuses, and Chabad on Campus International Foundation is organizing a nationwide speaking tour featuring rabbis and other experts to provide guidance to students and staff. by Menachem Posner, Chabad.edu
The college years represent a time of intellectual advancement and personal growth. They also present some unique social opportunities that will inevitably put young men and women face to face with alcohol and other substances that could potentially be very dangerous.
According to the National Center on Addiction and Substance Abuse at Columbia University, binge drinking and other forms of substance abuse remain serious problems on college campuses, with about 20 percent to 25 percent of students meeting the medical criteria for substance abuse and dependence.
The National Institute of Alcohol Abuse and Alcoholism takes it a step further, with research showing that “more than 80 percent of college students drink alcohol, and almost half report binge drinking in the past two weeks. Virtually all college students experience the effects of college drinking—whether they drink or not.”
These effects range from poor academic performance to injury and even death resulting from intoxication. It is estimated that every year, approximately 1,800 college students die as a result of drinking.
To address the many issues surrounding substance and alcohol abuse, Chabad on Campus International Foundation is organizing a nationwide speaking tour featuring rabbis and other experts to provide guidance to students and staff on these issues.
Rabbi Yossy Gordon, executive vice president of Chabad on Campus International Foundation, explains that “Chabad on Campus provides for the social, emotional, spiritual and intellectual needs of college students. Our focus on addiction awareness and education is another way Chabad on Campus provides the knowledge and support these students need to deal with the challenges they face away from home.”
Alex, a student who was hospitalized after his drink was spiked at a college party in February of 2011, knows of this need firsthand: “I think it is important to educate people not to allow themselves to be harmed by peer pressure or by taking something without researching what it is.”
“These things aren’t reserved for the movies,” he says. “People are still going to make mistakes, but education can help them make informed choices.”
Alex, currently active with his Chabad on Campus center, adds that he welcomes any initiative to support students either before or after drinking comes into play.
Rabbi Hershey Novack chaired a session on alcohol and substance this summer at the Chabad on Campus International Shluchim Conference,
Rabbi Hershey Novack, co-director of Chabad on Campus in St. Louis, Mo., has long felt the need for a more organized response to substance abuse on college campuses across the nation.
“It is more than just telling students that drinking too much is bad for you,” he insists. “We need to help students make the lifestyle choices that are right for them in both the short and long term.”
Novack chaired a session on alcohol and substance this summer at the Chabad on Campus International Shluchim Conference, an annual gathering of leaders of Chabad centers on university and college campuses around the world.
“The fact is that for many students—away from home for the first time in their lives—the college experience brings a dizzying array of choices, experiences and consequences that they are only beginning to understand,” he says. “And it is our imperative to help them face these challenges in a healthy way. We need to be able to help students make wise choices when it comes to alcohol and drugs, and be able to provide guidance and referrals quickly as needed.”
A Serious Problem on Campus
One of the tour’s lecturers will be Rabbi Shais Taub, an acclaimed author and speaker on addiction and recovery. “The first thing we need to do is define that there are two separate messages for two different crowds: those flirting with abuse and those battling addiction,” he explains. His book, “G‑d of Our Understanding,” finds commonalities between Jewish tradition and the well-known 12-step program, a set of guiding principles outlining a course of action for recovery from addiction, compulsion or other behavioral problems. The book, published in 2010, has been a best-selling Jewish title on Amazon.com.
“Knowing that their issue can be identified—and that others have the same problem—can help take away the isolation and the feelings of ‘terminal uniqueness’ that addiction brings.” –Rabbi Shais Taub
One problem, says Taub, is the immediate damage that can occur while the abuser is under the influence. That can be followed by the emotional and material damage a person who is out of control can cause to oneself and to others.
The good thing is that occasional use—even in the extreme—often ends when it’s no longer fun. Experimentation can turn out to be a phase, adds Taub, who emphasizes the importance of dealing with a problem before it becomes an active addiction, which is far more intractable.
His advice: “To people who abuse substances or even casual users, we need to help them see the realities of the damage that these substances cause—to themselves and to those around them—and help them understand the points at which use is heading towards abuse, and finally, addiction.”
Addiction, the second stage, is less prevalent, according to Taub, affecting about 10 percent of the population. But it’s also much more devastating.
“An addict cannot stop, even when it is no longer fun. They are still drinking too much long after they have left the frat house and gotten a job,” he says. “To them, I describe the dynamics of what they are going through as a spiritual malady. I’ve found that this message resonates with people, giving them an ‘aha’ moment. Knowing that their issue can be identified—and that others have the same problem—can help take away the isolation and the feelings of ‘terminal uniqueness’ that addiction brings.
“Working with students, I hope that if I can supply this perspective for a person in the early stages of addiction or even before, we can help them recover before they hit rock bottom.”
Taub comes highly recommended by Dr. Gary Ostrow, an osteopathic physician from New York who says that Taub’s book helped him in his own journey to recovery.
“I hope he enlightens the rabbis and students about the opportunities available,” says the 62-year-old, whose road from addiction also prompted him to rediscover Judaism. “There is a common solution to these problems, and that is a process of great spiritual recovery.”
Ostrow, a member of the Chabad on Campus international advisory board was instrumental in bringing Taub to this summer’s Chabad on Campus International Shluchim Conference, where he spoke along with Novack. He even went a step further: Ostrow made sure that campus shluchim were mailed a copy of Taub’s book for research and reference purposes.
Giving Students the Right Tools
Rabbi Yosef Lipsker, pastoral consultant at Caron Treatment Center in Pennsylvania, applauds the initiative. He notes that he often counsels older adults who have been abusing alcohol and drugs since college. "It is those formative years—when the young people leave home, and find parties and all kinds of other attractions—that it is so fundamental that they be given the tools to deal with substance abuse and addiction."
The rabbi, also co-director of Chabad-Lubavitch of Berks County, Pa., says “it may start out as fun, but unchecked, it can develop into a life-destroying addiction. Chabad on Campus is at the cutting edge of helping students through crises, and identifying their struggles and helping them come out on top.”
His sentiments are echoed by Rabbi Dr. Abraham Twerski, founder of Gateway Rehabilitation Center in Pittsburgh, Pa.; the author of more than 60 books; and a renowned pioneer in addiction and recovery. “Substance abuse, alcohol and drugs are a scourge of modern society,” he says. “Unfortunately, youngsters seeking a ‘high’ may fall into the trap of addiction, which can ruin their lives. Rabbi Taub has experience in working with both young and old, and his message may save lives and families.”
As early as 1972, Chabad’s involvement with preventing and helping beat substance abuse resulted in the founding of the Chabad Residential Treatment Centers in California and created chapters of Project Pride (Prevention, Resource, Information and Drug Education) at universities across North America.
“Chabad has many resources,” says Novack. “Now we are bringing them to campuses all over.”© Copyright 2013, all rights reserved.
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This November, Chabad Lubavitch emissaries arriving in New York from all parts of the world for the Kinus Hashluchim—the annual get-together of emissaries, their parents, friends and supporters—will mark 20 years since Gimmel Tammuz, the anniversary of the passing of the Rebbe—Rabbi Menachem M. Schneerson, of righteous memory. In that time span, the Rebbe’s shlichus has nearly doubled, with a great number of these young couples never having even met or seen the Rebbe in person.
Organizers have spent more than six months planning for the Chabad showcase weekend, which is expected to draw more than 5,200 from more than 80 nations around the world. This includes preparing for the gala banquet on Sunday, Nov. 3, which will take place at a new and larger venue this year—the South Brooklyn Marine Terminal, a 110,000-square-foot warehouse near the Crown Heights neighborhood of Brooklyn, headquarters of the Chabad-Lubavitch movement.
The keynote speakers will be former U.S. Senator Joseph I. Lieberman of Connecticut, and Rabbi Dov Greenberg, co-director of the Rohr Chabad House–Jewish Student Center at Stanford University in Palo Alto, Calif., has been selected to represent his fellow shluchim.
Rabbi Moshe Kotlarsky, chairman of the kinus committee and vice chairman of Merkos L’Inyonei Chinuch, the educational arm of the Chabad-Lubavitch movement, noted that “the committee scoured the shluchim family and the long list of Chabad supporters and admirers to find two speakers that could accurately portray this year’s theme,” he said.
Lieberman, who served as senator from 1989 until his retirement in early 2013, first connected with Chabad-Lubavitch in his law school days at Yale University in New Haven, Conn. As he describes, a friend of his brought him to a farbrengen at 770 Eastern Parkway in the Crown Heights neighborhood of Brooklyn, headquarters of the Chabad-Lubavitch movement.
Sen. Joseph I. Lieberman
“I was entranced, if you will, with the fervor, with the spirit and with the sense of purpose,” recalled Lieberman. Speaking of the Rebbe, he said: “I was impressed … by his obvious spirituality, by his soaring intellect, by the extent to which he was involved in the world.”
Lieberman’s respect and reverence for the Rebbe turned him admirer immediately, supporter later, and seeker of advice and blessing throughout his public and political career. During one of his early political campaigns,Lieberman visited the Rebbe to seek his blessings.
Rabbi Dov Greenberg, co-director of the Rohr Chabad House–Jewish Student Center at Stanford University
According to Rabbi Yisrael Deren, regional director of Chabad-Lubavitch in Connecticut, “Joe Lieberman is a close friend with awesome respect for the Rebbe’s shluchim all over the world. His public career as a Shomer Torah U’mitzvot [a follower of Torah and observer of the commandments] in the highest pinnacles of government has made him a role model for many.”
Greenberg is often quoted for his insight as part of Shabbat sermons, classes and articles. His widely syndicated ability to morph difficult and complex Chassidic texts and topics into short, coherent articles and concepts have enabled many to share in the knowledge of Chassidic philosophy, say organizers.
The gala banquet on Sunday, Nov. 3, will take place at a new and larger venue this year—the South Brooklyn Marine Terminal.© Copyright 2013, all rights reserved.
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- Mikvah Refurbished, Renamed After Lashing by Hurricane Sandy (By Menachem Posner)
Hurricane Sandy crashed up the coast of the U.S. eastern seaboard a year ago this month, leaving destruction, despair and lots of water in its wake. Belle Harbor—a sleepy enclave in Queens, N.Y., that juts out into the Atlantic Ocean—was a prime target. Only four blocks wide at its widest point, the peninsula was overcome by the storm’s waves and surges; some four to five feet of water flowed down its streets.
“It was a war zone,” recalls Esther Konig, who first moved to the neighborhood in the 1960s and is responsible for the community mikvah. “The neighborhood was in absolute turmoil. Almost everyone’s home was damaged. We lost power and had to haul sludge out of our basement. Others had it worse; their houses were completely destroyed.”
Rabbi Levi Osdoba of Congregation Bais Yehuda and Chabad representative since 2005 to the Jewish community of several hundred there, says his synagogue was converted into a relief center.
“We sustained flood damage,” he says. “And we lost power and heat, but we used generators and were able to use the synagogue as a base to dispense food, clothing and cleaning supplies as long as needed.”
‘Decided to Go All Out’
One of the rabbi’s communal duties is to oversee the mikvah—a ritual bath used for family purity, serving as the mainstay of traditional Jewish family life—built in 1987 on land donated by Rabbi Chaim Wakslak, then rabbi of Young Israel of Belle Harbor.
“Just before the hurricane struck, we had emptied the water from the pools to make some repairs on the steps, so a lot of the floodwaters flowed right into the empty cisterns. We soon discovered that there was significant damage,” he explains. “The water, which was mixed with sewage and sand, had reached four feet high and totally discolored the tiles. Also, the heaters, washers, dryers, boilers and air conditioners were all destroyed.” They also discovered mold in some of the walls.
Still, the structure remained sound.
There was devastation, but not despair, in Belle Harbor, N.Y., in the wake of Hurricane Sandy.
In March of 2013, even before Konig was able to move back into her house, she met with Osdoba to discuss plans for the mikvah.
“We considered just replacing the damaged tiles, and then toyed with replacing the tiles in the entire room so that things would match,” she says. “Ultimately, we decided to go all out and remodel the entire facility in the most spectacular way, so that it would be attractive to the women who use it and even serve to introduce other women to this mitzvah, which is the cornerstone of Jewish family life.”
But raising the necessary $250,000 in a community already burdened by terrible damage to almost everyone’s homes and businesses was a daunting task. Konig was encouraged when local businessman Sol Friedlander supplied the initial key money to get the project rolling, showing her and the community that it could be done.
With the help of Rabbi Baruch Cywiak of Mikvah USA, whose mission is to support the establishment and rebuilding of mikvahs in communities across the country, they began collecting money. Incredibly, most of the funds raised came from local residents, mostly members of Bais Yehudah or those who know Osdoba through his other communal projects.
“Rabbi Cywiak approached one individual in Rabbi Osdoba’s congregation, and the man pledged to give $25,000,” says Konig. “After discussing the matter with Rabbi Osdoba, the man—who wanted to remain anonymous—significantly increased his donation and got his extended family to contribute as well. Altogether, this one very generous and modest family donated the majority of the funding for the new mikvah.”
Raising the necessary $250,000 to rebuild a mikvah in a community already burdened by terrible damage to almost everyone’s homes and businesses was a daunting task.
“Of course, there were smaller donations as well, which were equally important,” stresses Konig, who is quick to point out that they needed each and every contribution to reach the total sum needed. Through the combined efforts of Osdoba and Rabbi Tsvi Selengut of Congregation Ohab Zedek in Belle Harbor, the Orthodox Union also supplied a grant towards the construction.
At the same time, the community set to work drawing up plans for the new facility. Konig visited five mikvahs in the New York metropolitan area to gather ideas for the design and amenities. Osdoba worked closely with Rabbi Itche Treiger to ensure that the new mikvah would be up to the highest standards ofhalachah.
Some donated time and expertise. Shifra Mendelovitz, of Act II Interiors, volunteered to coordinate the color schemes and decor, selecting colors, lighting and other elements to accentuate the spa-like and soothing atmosphere of the mikvah.
A Surprise Reunion
As the project neared completion, Konig asked the anonymous primary donor if he would consider naming the new mikvah in memory of a loved one. The man replied with the idea of honoring his wife’s late great-grandmother.
With two weeks left before the Aug. 11 dedication—and the contractor working till midnight to get everything done on time—Osdoba asked Konig to invite the donor and his wife to the construction site to show them the progress.
Rabbi Levi Osdoba, right, examining the damage following Hurricane Sandy.
“As soon as I saw the young lady, she looked familiar. I said, ‘You look exactly like so-and-so.’ She replied that so-and-so was her mother and asked me how I knew her,” Konig recalls with a choked voice. “I told her that her mother was my first cousin.”
Amid live music and feasting, 150 community members gathered this summer to dedicate Mikvah Beer Temer Mirel, named for a woman whose two descendants worked overtime to ensure that the community not be bereft of its purifying waters.
Even though Belle Harbor is still picking up the pieces left over from last October’s devastating weather, Osdoba notes that one body of water is staying put, attracting women drawn to a mitzvah now beautiful inside and out.© Copyright 2013, all rights reserved.
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• New Mikvah, New Mitzvah in Mexico Resort (By Karen Schwartz)
Jordana Stein was the first person to use the mikvah in Playa del Carmen, Mexico. She held open the double doors and walked through, passing stunning decor and even a waterfall on the way to immerse herself in the community’s newly established ritual bath. “It was different from anything I’ve ever experienced,” reports the local resident. “It was wonderful.”
Playa del Carmen is about an hour south of Cancun, one of the country’s most popular international tourist resorts. Before this mikvah was built, the closest one was in Florida, a 50-minute flight away to the east, followed by Mexico City, almost two hours west by plane.
Building a mikvah has been a priority for Chabad co-directors Rabbi Mendel and Chaya Goldberg since they moved to the area three years ago, in July 2010.
“There was a very big demand until now for the mikvah, so it’s going to serve its purpose,” says the rabbi.
Chaya Goldberg says she hadn’t imagined they would be able to open its doors in less than three years, but is thrilled that they did. Construction started last October. The mikvah officially opened for use this summer.
About 50 families from all over—Israel, Canada, Belgium, France—make up the Jewish community there. They come for business ventures, for time shares and home investments, and for retirement. Tourists also wind up at the synagogue.
“They come in off the beach, on their way back to their hotels,” says Goldberg. “And they always wind up coming back. As for the permanent residents, some have never stepped into a shul at times other than the High Holidays, but here, it’s so relaxed that they do, and we are offered the opportunity to enrich their lives.”
Something That Speaks to Them
The mikvah is a fundamental mitzvah and a requirement for religious women; the laws of family purity and marital relations depend on it. That’s why it remains one of the first things built when a Chabad center is established, particularly in more remote locations where other options are limited.
The Rebbe—Rabbi Menachem M. Schneerson, of righteous memory—made it a point that new mikvahs be constructed as attractive, aesthetic, contemporary places. As such, the new facility in Mexico is replete with marble and granite, designed by an interior designer/architect who also designed the area’s resorts.
Goldberg has also stocked the mikvah with fine soaps and spa products. She insists that women will be drawn to this particular mitzvah, as well as to the physicality of it, from the soft colors and comfort of the bathhouse to the privacy and bit of luxury associated with it. “Everything is meant so that when a woman walks in, she says, ‘Wow, this is something I want to get into; this is something that speaks to me.’ ”
She hopes that women, through learning about the laws of mikvah and family purity, will become more connected to their Judaism: “With what I learned and the way I was raised, I can help pass on these traditions.”
Resident Deborah Lasarow says the mikvah is just one of many of the Goldbergs’ numerous accomplishments and resources they’ve brought to the community in such a short time.
Having been there a little more than a year, Lasarow notes that while she didn’t see the building progress in its various stages, she can appreciate the kind of work it took to complete such a project. “The fact that they have been able to make the whole thing happen so quickly is just amazing,” she says.
Chaya Goldberg insists that women will be drawn to this particular mitzvah, as well as to the physicality of it, from the soft colors and comfort of the bathhouse to the privacy and bit of luxury associated with it.
The mikvah will be an asset for tourists and locals alike, she adds. Until now, many women simply used the sea, which as a running body of water is acceptable, although it certainly doesn’t provide for proper modesty.
Lasarow, having come from another community with a Chabad in Malibou, Calif., was impressed to see that a mikvah was in progress when she arrived in Playa del Carmen. She says the times she has used one have been meaningful, profound and beautiful.
“It’s something that I’m looking toward returning to and incorporating into my life,” she says. “That it’s an opportunity for any and every Jewish woman here to be exposed to is just very enriching.”
The experience of the mikvah is a moving one, she affirms: “To have the thought and the intention and the love and spirituality that it is being built with and designed with, and then offering that to enrich and deepen the religious and spiritual quality of a woman’s life can only be meaningful. It’s another thing to add to your ability to grow as a spiritual and religious person.”© Copyright 2013, all rights reserved.
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• Jerusalem Food Pantry Packs a Punch (Chabad.org Staff)
In Israel, tikkun olam—repairing the world—is not just a way to help; it’s a way of life. And something relatively new there called “Tikkun Olam Tourism” is working to encourage those who visit there to make helping others a priority.
One more step in that direction was solidified last week when Colel Chabad opened an extensive new Pantry Packers facility in Jerusalem.
The 5,000-square-foot entity stores dried food basics such as rice and beans, which are included in the monthly baskets delivered by Colel Chabad to 5,000 of Israel’s neediest families, explains Rabbi Menachem Traxler, director of Pantry Packers.
Colel Chabad is the largest and oldest organization in Israel tasked with providing food and social services for needy families, widows and orphans, Holocaust survivors, the elderly indigent and Russian immigrants.
What makes Pantry Packers unique is the concept of “Tikkun Olam Tourism,” which enables visitors to Israel to spend 90 minutes volunteering in a meaningful, hands-on way toward alleviating hunger among Israel’s poorest sector.
“Based on our testing experience, Pantry Packers is the second most important stop on a visit to Jerusalem after the Western Wall,” says Traxler. “The facility is open by appointment to tourists of all faiths and ages, and is ideally suited for synagogue and church groups, and extended families. Every bag of food staples contains a slip of paper with the name of the volunteer group that packed it so that the beneficiaries can know whom to thank in their hearts and in their prayers.”
The new facility was made possible via a gift from Daniel and Eugenia Fuchs—and their family—of Sao Paolo, Brazil, who attended the Oct. 11 grand opening and ribbon-cutting ceremony, along with the executive board of the Federação Israelita do Estado de São Paulo.
“Our idea was to transform a donation into something tangibly physical,” says Daniel Fuchs. “Many tourists who come to Israel want to assist charities here. We’re offering them the opportunity to personally participate, and now it’s easier than ever for visitors to fulfill the mitzvah of helping the needy while they are in Israel."
Rabbi Sholom Duchman, executive director of Colel Chabad, explains how the idea came to fruition. “One of the ways we that we can save money is by buying in extra-bulk commodities and then repacking them into family-size packages. But obviously, for this, you need a lot of manpower, and the cost of it is very expensive.
“We therefore came up with a very simple idea,” he says—tap into the many tourists and people who come from around the world to visit Israel, and let them help. Men and women of all ages, and children as well, can participate in the packing and come away with the feeling that they have done some good.
“We want to help the country; we want to do something tangible,” says Duchman. “This is what you call tikkun olam. This is a connection to the world, and this makes the world a better place to live in.”
Israel’s newly installed Chief Rabbi David Lau affixed the mezuzah to the main entrance. Also present were directors of Israel’s leading tour operators, who have been instrumental in scheduling a mandatory stop at Pantry Packers for their overseas tour groups.
Israel's Chief Rabbi David Lau affixes the mezuzah to the main entrance of the new facility as philanthropist Daniel Fuchs, right, looks on.© Copyright 2013, all rights reserved.
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Prayer by Rae Chichilnitsky
Artist’s Statement: Symbolic depiction of prayer as a vehicle for spiritual connection between G-d and Jewish people. A prayer of peace for Israel. Every time I hear this prayer, it hits me right in my heart and ignites my feeling of belief.
Rae Chichilnitsky is a freelance artist and illustrator whose work involves multiple genres, media, applications, subjects and techniques. Despite her secular upbringing, Rae always gravitated toward the spiritual. Some of her recent work reflects the wisdom, light and beauty she has discovered through Torah study.© Copyright 2013, all rights reserved.
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