Wednesday, February 5, 2014

Be Exceedingly Careful

R' Amichai Gordin Shabbat Bi-shabbato
 
The groom was more than fifty years old, the bride was close to forty. Years of loneliness came to an end at this very special wedding. Four years later, after long fertility treatments, the couple was privileged to have a cute baby. There are some people who achieve all they want very easily, for others things are more difficult.
Two years later, their apartment was blown up in a gas explosion. The pure and optimistic lives of Avraham and Galia Topan and their baby, Yosef Chaim, were ended suddenly in a tragic accident.
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It was impossible to stop looking at them. Something about their smiles and their innocence did not allow you to leave them. The pictures of Yael and Avigayil Gross, sweet children who were accidentally poisoned, remained on the screen in our heads for hours. Who could have believed that they would end their lives in such a tragic way?
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"If it happens that many strong walls fall down in a city... this is a tragedy and it calls for a fast and prayer. The same is true for earthquakes and storms which can destroy buildings and kill people" [Rambam, Hilchot Taaniyot 2:12].
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Our sages taught us to look for the hand of G-d in the world. When a string of disasters happens, we should not only look for the specific causes of each event. (And if this could happen to the very same exterminator, who worked in our home several times, a man who is honest, upright, dedicated, and responsible, the same thing could happen to other workers, G-d forbid.) When a tragedy happens, it is necessary to lift up our viewpoint and to listen – to the voice of G-d, speaking to us (or possibly shouting at us).
I want to share my own personal soul-searching with you. (I am happy to see that Rabbi Yoni Lavie, with whom I share this column, also wrote about this matter last week.) I am neither a prophet nor the son of a prophet. I do not know what the Creator wants from us, or who it is that knows the details of the will of G-d. The following are things that I concluded by myself and for me alone as a result of these terrible tragedies. If any of my readers will be able to reap any benefit from my own conclusions, that will be my reward.
There is a common thread that passes through these two shocking tragedies. In both cases, we brought the events on ourselves. Both cases were caused by very dangerous materials which when used properly greatly improve our lives. It is hard to live without gas for cooking, and it is hard to live in the midst of an infestation of mice and rats.
Gas and insecticides are not the only dangerous materials that we bring into our homes. The internet, which greatly improves the quality of our lives, is also a very dangerous realm which must be protected very carefully.
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After spending ten years as an educator in a yeshiva high school, Rabbi Yaniv Efrati moved to being a researcher in Bar Ilan University. He studied addiction to problematic internet sites and the ramifications of this phenomenon. He came to some very significant conclusions.
According to Dr. Efrati's research, about 30% of the religious youths (even including those who study in the "good" yeshivot) spend a lot of time with sites that have sexual content. Even if this is exaggerated and the true number is closer to 15%, this is still a shocking statistic.
Unfortunately, Dr. Efrati's research shows that the main problem of these youths is not what is usually assumed – that they are succumbing to the prohibition of "Do not follow your heart and your eyes" [Bamidbar 15:39]. And the filth that has been left behind in the souls of these youths is also not the main problem that they will face in the future.
Dr. Efrati found that religious youths who surf such internet sites are more prone to develop serious pathological illnesses in the future. The tension between their value system and where they find themselves at night, when nobody else is looking over their shoulder, is harsh and problematic. This pressure leads them to live between two worlds, in a state of mental and spiritual anguish that becomes too much to bear.
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There are two things that we can do for them and for ourselves. The first thing is to convince ourselves and our children the truth of the adage, "A righteous person will fall seven times and get up again, while an evil person will fall in his evil" [Mishlei 24:16]. Both righteous and evil people fall. The world is not perfect. But there is a difference. An evil person gives up and does not believe in himself, while a righteous person, in spite of falling and rising up many times, continues on his path. (There is much that can be added, but not in this short article.)
The next item is simple but important. We cannot completely prevent gas leaks, but we can minimize them. We cannot prevent all the traffic accidents but we can dramatically decrease their number. We cannot hermetically seal off all the problematic internet sites, but we can drastically limit our exposure to them.
We must install effective gateways in our home internet, even if this leads to irritating interference. We must also carefully weigh whether the benefit that our child will get from having a smartphone outweighs the danger and the heavy price that he might pay in the end. We must always be wary of dangerous materials.

Tuesday, February 4, 2014

What People Love And Why It's A Mistake

People LOVE their money. The Heiligeh Radomsker, the author of the Tiferes Shlomo, once returned a donation he received. When asked why he would do such a thing, he replied "if you would have seen with how much enthusiasm the person took his money back you would understand why..."

If someone is approached frontally and asked for money he will often give but more in order not have to experience the unpleasantness and accompanying guilt feelings than for pure altruistic reasons. He would rather not have been asked in the first place. The proof is that when a person is not approached he rarely gives. How many people come home after a successful day of work and say "Great! Who can I share all of this money with? Ahhhh, I will give the local yeshiva 500 dollars, the local bikkur cholim fund 350 dollars and send to Yerushalayim another thousand" [I am talking about small money. I am well aware that many frum yidden are receiving 6 figures in bonuses alone]. Jews love their money! [So do goyim, but this blog is not for them...].

Here is the secret: Having more doesn't make YOU more. YOU remain the same no matter how much you have.  Says the Rambam in his Moreh Nevuchim [2/12] -
וזה אשר יש לו המותרות הללו לא השיג שום דבר נוסף בעצמותו אבל השיג דמיון שוא ומשחק
וזה שנעדר מותרות החיים לא חסר לו מאומה חיובי

 He who has luxuries has only imagination and nonsense. A person who doesn't have luxries, lacks nothing positive. That is why the Torah said about the mon - ולא העדיף המרבה והמחסיר לא המעיט, the person who took more, had no more, while the person who took less had no less. Explains the Rogochover: The mon was spiritual food. Taking more mon physically had no effect on the reality of how much one actually had. So too, in the real spiritual realm, having more [material goods] doesn't give YOU more. Just דמיון and שחוק.

A lot to expand upon but no time.... I will leave it up to the intelligent reader to look in the sefer Tzafnas Paaneach in the introduction to Breishis page 35 and in Likkutei Sichos Vol. 26 Page 107.   
 
 
 

How Did Rav Chaim Wear His Tzitzis?

One of the young Rabbeim in Yeshivas Rabbeinu Yitzchak Elchonon started wearing his tzitzis strings wrapped around his belt. Some complained to HaRav Soloveitchik that this Rebbe was a religious fanatic ["chon-yok"] for doing so [this was at a time when wearing your tzitzis out was not commonplace].

Rav Soloveitchik replied "What do you want from him. That is the way my grandfather [Rav Chaim] wore his tzitzis.

[Nefesh HaRav Page 105]

Monday, February 3, 2014

Coming

I am going to be in New York, im yirtzeh Hashem, from Sunday the 16th of February until the 25th. Sometimes people want to hear a shiur, so if we organize in advance, hopefully it can happen. Sometimes people also want to meet with me and that can also be arranged.

I am HOPING that this is my last trip ever to the United States, so last chance:-). Of course, I never know what Hashem has in store for me and I am well aware of Who is in charge... But I can hope.

Smile:-)

 
How do you tell when you're out of invisible ink?

Shin: a device for finding furniture in the dark.

Many people quit looking for work when they find a job.

Eagles may soar, but weasels don't get sucked into jet engines.

When I'm not in my right mind, my left mind gets pretty crowded.

Boycott shampoo! Demand the REAL poo!

What happens if you get scared half to death twice?

I couldn't repair your brakes, so I made your horn louder.

Why do psychics have to ask you for your name?

If at first you don't succeed, destroy all evidence that you tried.

If at first you don't succeed, then skydiving definitely isn't for you.

A conclusion is the place where you got tired of thinking.

Experience is something you don't get until just after you need it.

The sooner you fall behind, the more time you'll have to catch up.

A clear conscience is usually the sign of a bad memory.

Plan to be spontaneous tomorrow.

If you think nobody cares about you, try missing a couple of payments.

Borrow money from pessimists-they don't expect it back.

Half the people you know are below average.

99 percent of lawyers give the rest a bad name.

 
On the other hand ... you have different fingers.
 
I was sad because I had no shoes, until I met a man who had no feet.
So I said, "Got any shoes you're not using?"

Someone sent me a postcard picture of the earth.
On the back it said, "Wish you were here."

Cross country skiing is great if you live in a small country.

I spilled spot remover on my dog. Now he's gone.

My socks DO match. They're the same thickness.

Officer, I know I was going faster than 55MPH, but I wasn't going to be on the
road an hour.


I used to work in a fire hydrant factory. You couldn't park anywhere near the place.


I went to the hardware store and bought some used paint. It was in the shape
of a house.


It's a small world, but I wouldn't want to have to paint it.


What's another word for Thesaurus?

When I get real bored, I like to drive downtown and get a great parking spot,
then sit in my car and count how many people ask me if I'm leaving.


When I was crossing the border into Israel, they asked if I had any firearms
with me. I said, "Well, what do you need?"

You can't have everything. Where would you put it?

A lot of people are afraid of heights. Not me, I'm afraid of widths.


If you were going to shoot a mime, would you use a silencer?


My aunt gave me a walkie-talkie for my birthday. She says if I'm good, she'll
give me the other one next year.

I went to the bank and asked to borrow a cup of money. They said, "What for?"
I said, "I'm going to buy some sugar."

Sunday, February 2, 2014

Meen-cha Service

Excerpted from Aish.com about the 1998 Superbowl.

Sunset at the Super Bowl

Kick-off occurred around 3:30pm local time. It was a picture-perfect warm and sunny afternoon. Yankel and I watched with excitement as Denver jumped out to a 17 – 14 halftime lead behind the success of star running back, Terrell Davis. A thoroughly entertaining back-and-forth affair.
The halftime show was billed as a 40th anniversary tribute to Motown. Featured performers were to include Boys II Men, Smokey Robinson and the Four Tops. As stages were being rolled into place on the field below, my friend, Yankel suddenly became panicked by a singular detail that we had overlooked.
“Where am I going to find a minyan to say kaddish?”
“The sun is already starting to set. By the time the game is over, it’ll be too late to daven mincha (pray the afternoon service). Where am I going to find a minyan to say kaddish?”

My initial instinct was to dismiss the idea of a minyan and to simply recite mincha on our own in one of the stadium corridors. Yankel was not sold. “There’s got to be ten Jewish men around here in this stadium. Probably more than that. But how do we find them and get them into one place? There’s got to be a way.”

We hurried from our seats to the main concourse, seeking men with yarmulkes. I located one emerging from a men’s room. Yankel couldn’t locate any. He was particularly frustrated by all the baseball caps, and these triangular cheese-head hats worn by the Green Bay contingent.
We strolled the crowded hallways in search for eight additional eligible participants. We passed concession stands, souvenir carts, even a baby-changing station. No luck. And to make matters more difficult, the halftime show was about to begin according to the announcements over the public address system. We were nearly prepared to call it quits when it hit me. The “Lost and Found.” Yankel and I had passed this area only moments before. Now, suddenly, it was our last hope.
A stanchion with red rope led us to a pair of wooden desks, situated in front of a small glass window that resembled a bank-teller station. A pair of stadium security guards sat at each of the desks with arms folded. Only one woman waited ahead of us in line. I turned back to Yankel and urged him to follow my lead. Moments later, one of the uniformed men called out: “Gentlemen, how can I help you?”

This may not have been honest, but it's what I came up with on the spur of the moment. I switched on my most panicked disposition. “Sir, it’s our younger brother. He’s only 12. He wandered off to the bathroom just before halftime. We can’t find him anywhere.”

The security guard pulled out a clipboard, fired off a few questions about the characteristics of our “missing brother,” and scribbled a few notes. Finally he asked: “And by the way, what’s his name?”

“Mincha,” I responded. “Mincha Service.”

Meen-cha Service?” The man looked up at us with a puzzled expression, repeating the name to make sure he had the correct pronunciation. “Okay, I’m going to have them announce something. Let’s hope he hears it and turns up.”
“Would Meen-Cha Service please report to the lost and found…”
The guard slid a paper to a woman behind the glass window and carefully repeated the name we had provided. Within moments, an announcement rang out throughout the stadium: “Ladies and gentleman, may I have your attention please. Would Meen-Cha Service please report to the lost and found, located in on the plaza level between gates F and G. That’s Meen-Cha Service.”

To this day, I’m still not sure which aspect of this story surprises me more: The fact that the stadium security actually made the announcement at the Super Bowl, or the incredible, immediate response to our unusual minyan call. Within 90 seconds of the announcement, we had 14 men just outside the Lost & Found ready to daven. One man removed his Cheese-head, revealing a knitted yarmulke with the Green Bay Packers logo stitched in. He pointed the way east and led the service. Soon enough, some 27 men were shuckling back and forth, reciting the shemoneh esrei. Yankel had more than twice the requisite number of men to answer amen to his kaddish.

We recited Aleinu as the muffled strains from the halftime concert commenced. At that moment our friendly security guard stepped out from behind his post. “Sir, did you find your little brother?” he asked me with a look of concern etched on his face.
 
“Several of them,” Yankel shouted behind his back.

“Yes, thank you,” I replied, flashing a grateful smile. “We never would have found him if you hadn’t made that announcement. Thanks for being so helpful. You really saved the day.”

The final score was Denver 31 – Green Bay 24. But to Yankel, the 27 men who gathered outside the Lost & Found was the most significant number of all.


Super Bowl Prediction

My call for today's big and very "important" game:

The Dolphins will not be Super Bowl Champs. Put all your money on that.

Next year imy"H:-).