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My Yizkor Letter...

Dear Mommy,

It’s been a while since I last wrote, but tomorrow night is Yom Kippur and I wanted to touch base. I am clueless as to how Yom Kippur is commemorated in your heavenly home, but I am certain you will visit with your parents, my beloved Bubbe and Zayde, and receive your father’s pre-Yom-Kippur blessing which you haven’t received personally, face to face, since your passing.

Our sages instituted the Yizkor memorial prayer to be recited on Yom Kippur to help atone for our loved ones who have passed on. I am pretty sure Ma that you don’t need atonement, but I will stay in Shul nonetheless. Yochanan, Yanky, Rochel, Mushkie and I will stand in Shul, silently, thinking of you, pledging Mitzvos on your behalf and probably wiping away a tear or two. It’s the seventh Yom Kippur that I will be in Shul memorializing you; my anchor, my friend, my mother.

Sadness is prohibited on Jewish holidays, but Yizkor is a unique type of grief that makes us feel better, even happier; unloading the burden of our memory and bringing us solace. In those five, seemingly endless, minutes of Yizkor, I will have to squeeze in so many thoughts:

Yizkor: I will remember that I was blessed with a mother who taught me the value of family and friendship. You bit your lip all the time, just to keep the peace.

Yizkor: I will remember how much you cried for Chavie and I, both at home and at the Rebbe’s resting place, because you wanted G-d to bless us with biological children.

Yizkor: I will remember how you’d Shlepp to your favorite boutique clothing stores, Widensky’s, Tuesdays Child and Nathan’s, so we were the cutest dressed kids in the neighborhood.

Yizkor: I will remember how much you missed us when we moved to Montana but how proud you were to tell everyone about our accomplishments out west.

Yizkor: I will remember how hard it was for you when Aba’s business struggled in the 90’s and how, despite your misfortune, you stepped up to the plate to teach and tutor your beloved students, supplementing the income. 

Yizkor: I will remember how much Yiddishkait meant to you. You loved its depth and imparted that to your children.

Yizkor: I will remember how much you disliked superficiality, and begged your loved ones to be authentic and genuine. You never needed anyone’s approval to do the right thing.

Yizkor: I will remember how devoted you were to your five children. Even when we gave you a run for your money, we were the apple of your eye, and always came first.

Yizkor: I will remember your decade of suffering and your fight for life. How, despite your pain, you always made your doctors and nurses feel appreciated.  

I will stand in Shul, Ma, on Yom Kippur and I will remember that I was blessed with a mother that believed in me and always demanded more of me. I will dig deep into memory-land and garner lessons from your fruitful life. Everything I do has a touch of my Yiddishe Mame in it. You didn’t just give birth to me, raise me, nurture me and love me; you, together with Aba, made me the man I am and for that I will say Yizkor.

Members of our ever-growing Shul will be standing around me, each in their own silent daze, thinking of their loved ones. I will of course think of my four grandparents, our Rebbe, and all those who died Al Kiddush Hashem, in Israel and abroad, bringing honor to our people and G-d. Yet, above all, I will think of you. Yom Kippur is about introspection and change and my greatest encouragement to do better, to be better and to even think better, is you.

Your kids are doing well, Ma; we are as close as ever. Your nineteen grandchildren learn about you and will carry your legacy, and our five-week-old Chana Laya, named lovingly for you, is growing beautifully and keeping Chavie up all night. All five of your children now have a child named for you. Life is different without you and I don’t cry as much, but you’re in my heart 24/7 and I await our reunion with the coming of Mashiach.

I know you miss us too. So please, Ma, say Yizkor along with us. Say Yizkor so that you don’t either forget all our fun times together and your yearning for us should be as strong as our yearning for you. I know you never wanted to leave, but don’t let distance, both time and space, hurt the precious memories of your amazing life on G-d’s green earth.   

Mommy dear, peek into the Book of Life, if you can, and make sure your loved ones are signed and sealed. If there’s any trouble, use your well-deserved connection with the Almighty to set the record straight. We’re counting on you.  May we merit the redemption and I’ll see you in Jerusalem!

Have an easy fast. We'll talk at Yizkor. 

Love,

Chaim Shaul

PS Don’t be offended that I stopped saying L’Chaim for your soul at our Shabbos table. I did it for seven years, but now that I have a living Chana Laya in house, I have a reminder of you 24/7. 

May G-d guard our brethren in Israel and the world over from harm and send us Moshiach speedily. May He protect the armed forces of Israel and the United States wherever they may be. Shabbat Shalom! Chazak!!! L'Chaim!!!

Dear Chaim....

On Wednesday evening, we will usher in a New Year with Rosh Hashana 5778. During the holiday service, we read the Haftorah about the infertility of Chana and Elkanah. Chana - childless and troubled by her super-fertile sister Peninah - travels to G-d’s Tabernacle in Shiloh and breaks down in prayer, beseeching G-d for a child. She is then blessed with baby Samuel, who grows to be a prominent prophet of the Jewish people.

When she returns with Shmuel to Shiloh, she thanks G-d. In her words “ For this child did I pray, and the Lord granted me my request, which I asked of Him.” How often do we pause to simply say “thank you” to Hashem before submitting our next request? How often do we see the gifts given to us by G-d and just relish in them? How often do we recognize that Indeed Hashem has answered our prayers?

I want to publicly express my thanks to the Almighty, for all that He has done for my family and I and to apologize for not being grateful enough.

Last night, I envisioned receiving this note from G-d:

Dearest Chaim,

Thanks again for dedicating your life to sharing my Torah with Montana. I appreciate all that you do, but I need to knock some sense into you and put you in your place, so please bear with me.  

I know that you, like all my creations, have “moments” but please get a grip. Next time you are struggling, next time you think your world is imploding, next time you question what I’m smoking, please remember Chana’s words “El Hanaar Hazeh Hispalalti – For this child I did pray.”. These heartbreaking moments of life always pass and at the end you will see that I’ve answered your prayers in spades.

When your children are misbehaving, Chaim, giving you heartache, remind yourself:

El Hanaar Hazeh Hispalalti – For this child I did pray. You wanted a family so badly and look, I’ve provided you and Chavie with just that.

When your child is struggling with a tough medical quandary, remind yourself Chaim:

El Hanaar Hazeh Hispalalti – For this child I did pray. Yes, they have health challenges, but I’ve also gifted you and Chavie with inner strength and amazing doctors to get you through the darkness.

When you drive 400 miles just to visit one young Jew in desperate need of love, remind yourself Chaim:

El Hanaar Hazeh Hispalalti – For this child I did pray. How fortunate are you to spend your day on the road, in order to uplift one of My children.

When a Jew increases their Mitzva observance and you’re frustrated that it isn’t more, remind yourself Chaim:

El Hanaar Hazeh Hispalalti – For this child I did pray. Yes, it may be a bit frustrating, but in My eyes, Chaim, their small step upwards has shaken the heavens and is so precious.

When you think that someone else has it easier or better than you, remind yourself Chaim,

El Hanaar Hazeh Hispalalti – For this child I did pray. The life I have given you, is a perfect fit, tailor made for you, so cut the you-know-what and be grateful.

Do you feel me Chaim? I don’t mean to shut you up, but please take a moment, daily, to see how much you’re loved and blessed.

I bless you with a rokin New Year and wish you continued success in making Montana a place that makes Me feel at home. Please thank Chavie on My behalf, not only for putting up with you, but for being an amazing mother to her five Kinderlach and a spiritual leader of Big Sky Country.

Sincerely,

G-d

There’s nothing about my life I’d want to swap out, and neither should you. Look at your life and sing El Hanaar Hazeh Hispalalti – For this child I did pray”. G-d please continue to give me what I need to be the best I can be in service of You!

Please take a moment before Rosh Hashana to enjoy this beautiful rendition of  El Hanaar Hazeh Hispalalti , composed by Reb Shlomo Yehuda Rechnitz of Los Angeles. The kids and I love it, I think you will too!

Happy 5778!

May G-d guard our brethren in Israel and the world over from harm and send us Moshiach speedily. May He protect the armed forces of Israel and the United States wherever they may be. Shabbat Shalom! Chazak!!! L'Chaim!!! 

Shabbos in the ER!

It was the scariest moment of my life. In the very wee hours of Shabbos morning I rushed Zeesy to Bozeman Health’s ER as she continued her downhill spiral that started earlier Friday. I sat near her hospital bed for what seemed like forever: I sang to her, I spoke to her, I spoke to G-d, I spoke to my Rebbe, I spoke to my mother and Bubby, I reached a depth I didn’t know existed within me. I cried endlessly with a reservoir of tears that flowed freely. Our beloved Zeesy was aching in agony, she was non-responsive; this was no good. As Shabbos progressed so did her health and I assure you that I’ve never been so excited to converse with a child and feed them in middle of the night like I was on Saturday night.

We still don’t know what triggered the incident but today I have a new admiration and would like to publicaly salute the parents who have journeyed, or are currently journeying, with their children through health challenges in and out of hospitals and doctor visits. You are amazing. I know, that at times, you’ve sat alone in the “cozy” recliners near your children’s bed and thought that no one cares, no one really knows what it’s like and have felt deeply hopeless. I empathize, I think I may understand a little bit of what it’s like and I want you to know that your children are blessed to have you. I don’t know why G-d, in His infinite wisdom, does what He does, I don’t know why Zeesy can’t “just be like everyone else”, but I do know that when Zeesy opened her eyes I felt so grateful to my Father in Heaven. Sometimes we want our kids to “shut up”, “bug off” or to “go to sleep already” and it’s normal, but how many parents who have lost a child, wished they had your noisy ungrateful rascals?

Just a dose of food for thought.

In this week’s Torah portion, Ki Tavo, we read about the punishments that will befall our people for their spiritual malpractice. Chassidic thought emphasizes that at the core of these “curses” are deeper blessings; blessings that can only reach us via the disguise of “curses”. I can’t talk for others, but Zeesy’s forty-five hour “scare the living daylights out of us” stint in the hospital, made camping in a tent on Sunday night, a first for me, a lot more pleasurable. I don’t know if this past weekend made me stronger, more spiritual or I’ve become totally delusional; heck, I don’t even know what Hashem was trying to convey, but what I do know is that during this week, Chavie I were happy to deal with five one-of-a-kind, occasionally  nutty/wild/insane/out-of-control/spoiled children.

Dear G-d, I got the message; no need for any more reminders! 

May G-d guard our brethren in Israel and the world over from harm and send us Moshiach speedily. May He protect the armed forces of Israel and the United States wherever they may be. Shabbat Shalom! Chazak!!! L'Chaim!!!

Don't mess with Texas!

Saturday night was heartbreaking. As we sat in cozy Bozeman opening a few gift boxes from the baby registry, we viewed with horror, what babies, some as young as Chana Laya, were experiencing in Houston. Speaking to my colleague Yossi, whose home, in Bellaire, was flooded, I could detect mixed emotions. On the one hand, he sounded tired and anxious, yet, his resolve and eagerness to help his neighbors was inspiringly palpable (Click here to support the amazing recovery efforts in Houston). I showed my children a few images and videos from the news; I wanted them to see that despite the devastation, America is remarkable and so is its citizenry.

In this week’s Torah portion, Ki-Teitzei, we are commanded “not see your brother's donkey or his ox fallen under its load on the road, and ignore them. Rather, you shall pick up the load with him.” G-d wants us to be of assistance to our fellow when their source of revenue is in jeopardy, as when their donkey is immobile. The Talmud in Bava Metzia explains that the reason this Mitzvah, already mentioned in Exodus, is repeated in Deuteronomy, is because at times our obligation is, not to help the owner reload, but rather, to help remove the load from the donkey’s back. We are biblically ordered to care for our neighbor, but also to ensure that all life, including animal life, isn’t mistreated or abused.

Houston may have a problem, but they have proven that humanity is the solution.

in Song of Songs, the wise King Solomon teaches the eternal truth that “Great waters will not be able to extinguish the love, and rivers will not wash her away”. Indeed, 24.5 trillion gallons of water couldn’t stop the love that flowed through southeast Texas this week. Chavie’s a Texan and they are truly one-of-a-kind. From Fire & Rescue teams to citizen volunteers, from furniture stores turned into shelters by their owners to selfless Chabadnik’s who have spent the entire week helping Jew and gentile alike. This is America, this is Texas, this is Judaism. Harvey, like many before him, have tried to break the spirit of the soul, but like his predecessors, he will fail too.

There's a place not too far away from here…Well they call it Texas and it's a mighty fine place to be”! 

May G-d guard our brethren in Israel and the world over from harm and send us Moshiach speedily. May He protect the armed forces of Israel and the United States wherever they may be. Shabbat Shalom! Chazak!!! L'Chaim!!!

Eclipsing the Eclipse!

Sitting on the lawn of Ashton Elementary School in northeast Idaho, I watched the total eclipse in absolute amazement. Yet, I’ll admit publicly, that for me, the eclipse was eclipsed by a far greater wonder, the birth and adoption of our newborn. It’s been six-plus years since my mom’s passing and, ever since, I’ve been hoping for a baby to carry her name. At the Shabbos Torah reading, after reading the words “in accordance with the blessing of the Eternal, your God, that He has given to you” I had the honor of naming our daughter Chana Laya (She has a registry here). She is delicious, cute and so lovable. During these “seven weeks of consolation”, I received mine.

Raising a hand-full (literally) of children, is no simple task. Our world is chaotic, winds of secularism and unchecked insanity are blowing strongly and divisiveness has overtaken our once United States. Nevertheless, we are still capable of raising holy children in the 21st century. In this week’s Torah portion, Shoftim, we discuss war. The Jewish soldiers are commanded not to fear their enemy, even if seemingly mighty. Soldiers that are unfocused, whether newlyweds, new homeowners, new vignerons and those that are “chicken”, should go home. You don’t want a few distracted soldiers, weakening the entire army. In the pre-war words of the priest “Hear, O Israel, today you are approaching the battle against your enemies. Let your hearts not be faint; you shall not be afraid, and you shall not be alarmed, and you shall not be terrified because of them”.

Sun Tzu writes “Thus the expert in battle moves the enemy, and is not moved by him”. The world is a war zone, and our children must not fear it, must not find excuses to dodge the skirmish, but rather we must inspire, encourage and educate them to know the Art of War. Let’s put secularism on the defense, let’s arm our children with so much Yiddishkait, so much Torah, so much authenticity, giving the enemies of tradition a run for their money. Learn KuzariChovas HaLevavos and Kuntres Umaayon with them, talk to them about what G-d means to you, infuse them with logic and faith, giving them the necessary ammo to decimate the darkness, or at least dismiss the temptation for instant gratification. I pray to merit raising my beloved Chana Laya, with her four amazing siblings, in the ways of their Bubby, my mother of blessed memory, who stared at the world and said, “bring it on”.

Our children need not to fear the world; the world needs to fear them!

May G-d guard our brethren in Israel and the world over from harm and send us Moshiach speedily. May He protect the armed forces of Israel and the United States wherever they may be. Shabbat Shalom! Chazak!!! L'Chaim!!!

Isaiah Envisions a Museum!

I guess you can call it good planning on my part; hiking the M for the very first time on Sunday, meeting amazing trekkers along the way. It allowed me to see how wonderful humanity truly is, despite the horrifying news that we received from Charlottesville after Shabbos. It’s hard to believe the word Nazi is still associated with living beings, it’s even harder to accept that there are those who hate others based on their skin color, religion, lifestyle or philosophical outlook. It is no coincidence that, although Chavie has been meticulously planning this launch since January, it was the week of August 14 that was chosen to announce the campaign to build The Holocaust Museum of Montana.

Never Again, means Never Again; is that so hard to comprehend?

Tonight, is Shabbos Mevarchim, in which we bless the upcoming month of Elul. It is during this month, during the weeks leading up to the High Holy Days, that we take stock of our past year, we seek to return to our Creator with healthy introspection, small positive changes and unbridled enthusiasm to rock on into the New Year. In the Haftorah that we’ll read in Shul from our Prophet Isaiah, we are consoled “O poor tempestuous one, who was not consoled, behold I will set your stones with carbuncle, and I will lay your foundations with sapphires. And I will make your windows of jasper and your gates of carbuncle stones, and all your border of precious stones. And all your children shall be disciples of the Lord, and your children's peace shall increase. With righteousness shall you be established, go far away from oppression, for you shall not fear, and from ruin, for it will not come near you. Behold, the one with whom I am not, shall fear, whoever mobilizes against you shall defect to you”.

We, the Jewish community, must not fall into the trap of fighting hatred with even more hatred. We must do everything in our power to uproot Nazism from these United States, but at the same time, we must ask ourselves, privately, am I REALLY helping America? Am I contributing love and peace to our country or am I, perhaps, doing the exact opposite? Elul, is days away, and it’s time to converse with our souls. I’m not a constitutional lawyer and I don’t understand exactly what free speech is and what it isn’t, but I do know how Chaim Bruk could choose to speak, I do know how Chaim Bruk can choose to see things, I do know how Chaim Bruk can be a better person. If I shine light, you shine light and everyone else shines light, the darkness will have a rough time and that is the goal.

Think it’s impossible? Daryl David disagrees!

May G-d guard our brethren in Israel and the world over from harm and send us Moshiach speedily. May He protect the armed forces of Israel and the United States wherever they may be. Shabbat Shalom! Chazak!!! L'Chaim!!!

My Journey Through Sturgis!

Back in July, we took the quick three-day route to San Antonio, driving through Wyoming, Colorado and New Mexico. But, this week, on the way home, we chose the longer route, through the heartland, lodging in Oklahoma City, Kearney, Nebraska and in, “Real America Up Close”, Rapid City, South Dakota.  The Sunshine State wowed me to the core, as we visited the magnificent Badlands, were mildly entertained at Wall Drug and totally moved by the images of the “Founder”, “Expansionist”, “Conservationist” and “Uniter” carved into Mount Rushmore. Our road-trip coincided with Sturgis, so I had the opportunity to observe hundreds of thousands of, mostly helmetless, bikers and chitchatted with a few of them along the way.

In this week’s Torah portion, Eikev, we read about the Levite family. Moses tells the Jewish people that “at that time, the Lord separated the tribe of Levi to bear the ark of the covenant of the Lord, to stand before the Lord to serve Him, and to bless in His Name, to this day”. Interestingly, beloved 12th century, Maimonides taught that “Not only the tribe of Levi, but any man of all the inhabitants of the earth, whose spirit has moved him and whose mind has given him to understand to set himself aside to stand before Gd to serve Him, to worship Him, to know Gd and walk justly as Gd has created him…this man has become sanctified, a holy of holies, and Gd shall be his portion and his lot forever….”. Yes, the Levite family was gifted to serve in the Tabernacle and Holy Temple, but don’t feel dejected, don’t feel turned off; being in service and of service is available to all those that choose to walk a just path with G-d.

I gazed at the unapologetic bikers. They have their own lingo, unique clothing, music/musicians they love and their very own biker code. I’m not a biker, so I don’t “get” it all, but it seems to work well for their biker family. They seem proud of their membership in the biker community, but don’t force that lifestyle on non-bikers.  It got me thinking: so often Jews apologize. Whether for Yarmulkes, Kosher food selections, Shabbos observance, Yom Kippur fasting, modesty, and on and on, we feel the need to defend our holy choices. That has gotta stop: We are tribesman, holy bikers, Levites by choice, we have a Sinai code, are a family like non-other and are on a lifelong journey to our own Sturgis, AKA Jerusalem. It’s our Jewish style, and there isn’t anything about it worthy of an apology.

Learn from the bikers: have a healthy Jew-code! 

May G-d guard our brethren in Israel and the world over from harm and send us Moshiach speedily. May He protect the armed forces of Israel and the United States wherever they may be. Shabbat Shalom! Chazak!!! L'Chaim!!!

Rob in 6C!

On Tisha B’Av, my heart swelled with admiration. Fifteen Jews coming together in prayer, making Minyan in Bozeman on our national day of mourning, moved me deeply. You see, just a week earlier, I met Rob: I boarded my Sky West flight from SLC to BZN.  I was seated in 6D listening to Jackie Mason (no music during the nine days) and the fellow in 6C says matter-a-factly “Hmm, a Yarmulke”. He then wondered about Jewish life in Bozeman and asked, “Do you make Minyan?”. I was flabbergasted. Most people ask, “how many Jews live in Bozeman?”, “how do you get Kosher food?”, “where do your kids go to school?”, “How did you choose Bozeman or was it chosen for you?”, but never in 10+ years has a local Yid asked me that ancient, but powerful, question “Do you make Minyan?”.

My new friend Rob, or Reuven, will be helping us make Minyan soon enough.

Interestingly, in this week’s Torah portion, Va’etechanan, Moses reminds Jewry that they “are a holy people to the Lord, your God: the Lord your God has chosen you to be His treasured people, out of all the peoples upon the face of the earth”. While Tevye on fiddler-on-the-roof humored us about “G-d choosing someone else once in a while”, we are, indeed, a unique nation, chosen to observe six hundred and thirteen Mitzvot, thus shining light unto, a somewhat dark, world. Jews aren’t perfect; we don’t always get along with each other, we don’t always follow G-d’s instruction manual and don’t always sanctify G-d’s name, but we are gifted with unbeatable souls, that, come-what-may, are on fire for Judaism.

Communities are often judged by membership, crowd size, financial stability and other measurements of so-called success, but not In Montana. Ten years out west has taught me that the real gage of a healthy community is bright souls feeling connected to their heritage, their people and to their G-d. We do “make Minyan” more often than not, but the question itself is just as powerful as the actual Minyan, because it’s a sign of our connection. Our community is comprised of treasured Jews thirsting for authentic Judaism, who reach out, whenever they can, to quench their thirst through Minyan, Mikvah, Torah study or just a nice Shabbos dinner.

I am honored live amongst such inspiring Jews!

May G-d guard our brethren in Israel and the world over from harm and send us Moshiach speedily. May He protect the armed forces of Israel and the United States wherever they may be. Shabbat Shalom! Chazak!!! L'Chaim!!!

Rob in 6C!

On Tisha B’Av, my heart swelled with admiration. Fifteen Jews coming together in prayer, making Minyan in Bozeman on our national day of mourning, moved me deeply. You see, just a week earlier, I met Rob: I boarded my Sky West flight from SLC to BZN.  I was seated in 6D listening to Jackie Mason (no music during the nine days) and the fellow in 6C says matter-a-factly “Hmm, a Yarmulke”. He then wondered about Jewish life in Bozeman and asked, “Do you make Minyan?”. I was flabbergasted. Most people ask, “how many Jews live in Bozeman?”, “how do you get Kosher food?”, “where do your kids go to school?”, “How did you choose Bozeman or was it chosen for you?”, but never in 10+ years has a local Yid asked me that ancient, but powerful, question “Do you make Minyan?”.

My new friend Rob, or Reuven, will be helping us make Minyan soon enough.

Interestingly, in this week’s Torah portion, Va’etechanan, Moses reminds Jewry that they “are a holy people to the Lord, your God: the Lord your God has chosen you to be His treasured people, out of all the peoples upon the face of the earth”. While Tevye on fiddler-on-the-roof humored us about “G-d choosing someone else once in a while”, we are, indeed, a unique nation, chosen to observe six hundred and thirteen Mitzvot, thus shining light unto, a somewhat dark, world. Jews aren’t perfect; we don’t always get along with each other, we don’t always follow G-d’s instruction manual and don’t always sanctify G-d’s name, but we are gifted with unbeatable souls, that, come-what-may, are on fire for Judaism.

Communities are often judged by membership, crowd size, financial stability and other measurements of so-called success, but not In Montana. Ten years out west has taught me that the real gage of a healthy community is bright souls feeling connected to their heritage, their people and to their G-d. We do “make Minyan” more often than not, but the question itself is just as powerful as the actual Minyan, because it’s a sign of our connection. Our community is comprised of treasured Jews thirsting for authentic Judaism, who reach out, whenever they can, to quench their thirst through Minyan, Mikvah, Torah study or just a nice Shabbos dinner.

I am honored live amongst such inspiring Jews!

May G-d guard our brethren in Israel and the world over from harm and send us Moshiach speedily. May He protect the armed forces of Israel and the United States wherever they may be. Shabbat Shalom! Chazak!!! L'Chaim!!!

Cry no more Yerushalayim!

I would love to ignore the horrible news, but I can’t. I’d rather talk about much happier things, there are plenty, but I can’t.  I can’t ignore the Savta (grandma) who watched her husband, son and daughter slaughtered before her eyes as she barely survived her injuries. I can’t ignore the mother holding the door knob tightly as she protected her five young kids, while listening to her husband scream before he breathed his last breath. I can’t ignore the arab world claiming victimhood over metal-detectors, after two of their very own cold bloodedly murdered two Druze police officers. I’d like to go back to my Bozeman bubble and say “we just need peace”, I’d like to think I can solve this issue by placing a “Coexist” bumper sticker on the back of my Subaru, but in truth, what we really need is our arab neighbors to love and teach life as much as we do.

In Israel, Mickey Mouse hangs out with Donald Duck and Minnie, in Gaza he sings about using his AK-47 .

For close to two thousand years, since being tortured, humiliated and exiled by the Romans, we’ve never stopped yearning. The Jews in Israel and abroad have been praying thrice daily “May our eyes see Your merciful return to Tzion.”, every Shabbos we pray, sometimes in heartwarming song,  “From your place, our King, may You appear, and reign over us, for we are waiting for You….May You be exalted and sanctified within Your city Jerusalem, generation after generation, and for all eternity” and we alwayspray towards our holy Jerusalem, no matter where we are in the world, while Muslims pray towards Mecca, their holiest site, even when they’re kneeling on the Temple Mount.

Tuesday is Tisha B’Av, our national day of mourning, and in addition to fasting, we must have a collective moment of honesty. Jews are peaceful, we don’t want any person in the world to suffer, including Jews. We need to say the truth - even if a friend or two will disown you - that the Holy Land of Eretz Yisroel was, and will always be, our home. Whether Canaan, Israel, Palestine or Palestina, we’ve lived on its holy soil since Abraham’s days and that will never change. My paternal grandparents were Palestinian, as they lived under Ottoman and British rule in Palestine way before 1948 and our people will continue living there way past 2048! Political persuasions aside, we can, and should, have healthy debates about Israeli government policy, but we can’t, and should never, debate our right to be home.

Cry no more Yerushalayim!

May G-d guard our brethren in Israel and the world over from harm and send us Moshiach speedily. May He protect the armed forces of Israel and the United States wherever they may be. Shabbat Shalom! Chazak!!! L'Chaim!!!

Bad Habits!

The three of them arrived Tuesday morning to replace the carpet. They seemed real nice but their fascination with Judaism was not what I expected. We spoke about G-d, faith, New York, Kosher and the picture of the Rebbe on the wall. They wanted to know who he was and they loved learning about his life. Before they headed home for the night, I gifted each of them with  Seeds of Wisdom. They were touched and I know they will enjoy its meaningful nuggets.

In this weeks’s double Torah portion, Matot-Massei, we read about koshering our non-kosher utensils. When making a mistake in the kitchen, there is usually a remedy – either through boiling water or blowtorching – to re-kosher the utensil. In life, it’s very much the same. We are naturally Kosher, we are pure, but at times, by mistake – either a behavioral mistake or the mistake of thinking our choices don’t matter to G-d when they clearly do – we become impure, temporarily invalidating the Kosherness of our vessel. Yet, that doesn’t mean we are a lost cause, rather, it means we need to find the right path for spiritual realignment, which isn’t always easy, but is almost always doable.

In a “classic Rebbe moment”, the author of the aforementioned book, shares the following: Responding to a young man who struggled with bad habits and asked, “how can I achieve lasting transformation?”, the Rebbe said “the key to real change is to firmly resolve in your heart of hearts that this behavior doesn’t reflect who you truly are. But the first step toward freeing yourself of the habit is to avoid the situations that trigger it in the first place”.

A word from the wise:

Growth is painful. Change is painful. But nothing is as painful as staying stuck somewhere you don't belong.

May G-d guard our brethren in Israel and the world over from harm and send us Moshiach speedily. May He protect the armed forces of Israel and the United States wherever they may be. Shabbat Shalom! Chazak!!! L'Chaim!!!

Clarifying Agent!

In an overly superficial society, most of us appreciate authenticity. In the Chabad world, there are many Chassidim, many ambassadors of light serving in Chabad Centers around the world, many vital institutions in Brooklyn and beyond, but then there’s my uncle Chaim Shaul. Sharing the same Hebrew name as me, my father’s youngest brother stands out as a one-of-a-kind individual who is an inspiration, a beacon of authenticity and a man who loves Jewry. It’s been 23 years since our Rebbe’s passing and Chaim Shaul is still devout to the teachings, directives and world perspective of the Rebbe, and trusted by all to deliver truth.

In this week’s Torah portion, Pinchas, we read about the plague that killed twenty-four thousand sinning Jews. With the advice of Balaam, Jew hating King Balak instructs the Moabite women to seduce Jewish men into adultery and idolatry, resulting in this terrible plague. Upon seeing a public desecration of everything Judaism holds dear, Pinchas seeks Moses’ instruction on procedure, but Moses was unsure. Pinchas recalled the biblical rule and killed Zimri and Cozbi himself, and the plague ceased. While most focus on the killing episode itself, I find the motives impressive. Even when Moses’ clear ruling was unavailable, the Jewish people needed a Pinchas to have the clarity to stay on message and not deviate from G-d’s wishes.

People like my uncle Chaim Shaul are occasionally on the receiving end of criticism, but which leader isn’t? He isn’t swayed by public opinion, isn’t able to be bought off with money and doesn’t worry about his reputation; he fights the good fight no matter what. He has been blessed to print one hundred and fifty books of the Rebbe’s teachings, unearthing seventy years’ worth of archives and is a mentor to hundreds. As he turns fifty this Tuesday, I wish my Pinchas, my uncle, the best of blessings and thank him personally, in this public email, for all he has done for me, our family, our Bozeman community and my beloved Lubavitch.

May we each enjoy a Pinchas moment; doing what’s right without a care in the world!

May G-d guard our brethren in Israel and the world over from harm and send us Moshiach speedily. May He protect the armed forces of Israel and the United States wherever they may be. Shabbat Shalom! Chazak!!! L'Chaim!!!

What doesn't keep me up at night!

You don’t need to be a history buff to cringe when reading UNESCO’s recent resolution about Native Americans. They announced this week that the Indian Tribes in the United States are an occupying force and the Native lands must be returned to their original owners, the Americans. OK fine, UNESCO didn’t say that about the Native Americans, but rather about the Native Israelite's, the Jewish people, and their historic connection to the Western Wall, Cave of the Patriarchs and Jerusalem’s Old City. You don’t need to be an ardent Zionist to understand the lunacy of their declaration and to realize that it’s blatant anti-Semitism.

 

UNESCO's members should’ve read this week’s Torah portion, Balak. In it, Balaam the prophet of Midian, is hired by Balak, the king of Moab, to use his Divine powers to curse the Jewish people. Balaam begs Balak to withdraw his request, explaining to him that when tapping into the energies of prophecy it is unpredictable; you never know what words G-d will ultimately place in your mouth. Yet, Balak’s hatred for Jewry was voracious and he insisted Balaam spout the curses. The results were every anti-Semite’s worst nightmare: Balaam delivered the most beautiful blessings to, and predictions about, Jewry. Isn’t it always better when our virtues are bestowed upon us from the outside?

Naturally, I am worrier. I worry about turbulence on planes, money in the bank, the success of my kids in school, the wellbeing of my septic tank, my physical health and pretty much everything in between. The one thing I never worry about is the Jewish people. Do we have our ups and downs? sure. Do we encounter terrible moments of tragedy? sadly, way too often. Yet, are we the most durable survivalists to ever walk this green earth? Indeed, we are. UNESCO may have a few moments of fame, but their legacy will join that of all the others that have come and gone as the Jewish people thrive.

Am Yisroel Chai!

May G-d guard our brethren in Israel and the world over from harm and send us Moshiach speedily. May He protect the armed forces of Israel and the United States wherever they may be. Shabbat Shalom! Chazak!!! L'Chaim!!!

 

Beat the heck outta....

I just returned from a few days in New York, where Shoshana and I commemorated the Rebbe’s 23rdYahrtzait at his resting place in Queens, just before she departed by bus to Gan Israel summer camp in Haliburton, 160 miles Northeast of Toronto, Ontario. It took years for me to realize that one can maneuver with ease through chaotic New York, when being extra nice and gracious to those we encounter. Whether a Dollar-Rent-a-Jalopy shuttle bus driver or a waitress in the many fine restaurants; kindness and softness gets me a lot further than roughness.

In this week’s Torah portion, Chukat, we read the infamous tale of Moses hitting the rock, extracting water to quench the thirst of the Jewish people. G-d had told him to speak to the rock but he chose to hit it instead. So often we act like Moses. We encounter certain friends, relatives or acquaintances and we feel like we are talking to an unmovable stone. We decide “enough is enough” and we start hitting the stone instead, hoping for the desired results. At times, we may even succeed with our hitting, and extract something positive from the human stone, but its long-term effects will be judged unfavorably. The explanation for Moses’ action has been discussed for three thousand years, but what will be said about us in 3000 years, can be decided today.

We all fail from time to time; losing our cool when under too much pressure or experiencing an overload of anxiety. Yet, as I continue to learn myself, we must communicate softly and calmly, as this will not only strengthen our inner equilibrium, but also make it a lot easier for the recipient, whether child or otherwise, to listen. Whenever wild Menny gets out of control (which happens regularly), I “try” to call him over, whisper in his ear the message I want him to hear. It doesn’t always work, but it certainly catches his attention way more than when I raise my voice or threaten him with time-out.  As Shoshana was boarding the bus and I said goodbye, I reminded her to “treat the other campers the way she’d like to be treated”. 

We like sweet words way more than the rod, let’s treat others the same way.

May G-d guard our brethren in Israel and the world over from harm and send us Moshiach speedily. May He protect the armed forces of Israel and the United States wherever they may be. Shabbat Shalom! Chazak!!! L'Chaim!!!

It Ain't Easy!

On Wednesday, our family, along with Shoshana’s grammie Sheila, joined together in Judge Rienne McElyea’s courtroom to finalize Shoshana’s adoption. It was a truly special moment; she’s ours forever. Later that evening, as we celebrated with friends, Chavie and I acknowledged that raising a preteen is not always a picnic, but that we wouldn’t give it up for anything in the world. I wished Shoshana a life of happiness, growing to be a Bas Chabad, a girl who lives up to the Lubavitch value system, and be a woman of valor.

It’s not easy, as she was not raised this way, but when there’s a will, there’s a way.  

On Tuesday, we will commemorate the Rebbe’s 23rd Yahrtzait. While I’ve often wondered which of the Rebbe’s life-lessons impacted my life most, this week I figured it out. The greatest malady of western civilization is the need for instant gratification. Everything must be easy; it’s the sacrosanct principle that ensures   Amazon and Brookestone’s existence. The Rebbe taught me that “I don’t have a contract with G-d that all will be easy”. Losing my mom, experiencing infertility, adopting children are not easy to handle. Being a good husband, mentoring a Jewish community, spending time with my children isn’t always easy? But does it have to be? Why?

Korach, the rebel of our Torah portion, wanted something that wasn’t meant to be his. Instead of marveling in his own struggle, he thought he can find inner peace by shifting into another life that was destined for someone else. He failed, because everyone is meant to be themselves. My struggle makes me a better person and your struggle does the same for you. The Rebbe gifted me with the ability to see the light in the struggle, suspending the search for an easy way out. It’s ok to occasionally ask G-d to ease things up, but don’t ask him to give your someone else’s life, as that would just be foolish.

Rebbe I know you miss us, even more than we miss you, but please know that forty-four years of your loving leadership is still inspiring Big Sky Country.

May G-d guard our brethren in Israel and the world over from harm and send us Moshiach speedily. May He protect the armed forces of Israel and the United States wherever they may be. Shabbat Shalom! Chazak!!! L'Chaim!!!

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