Insights and Inspiration
from the
Holy Land
from
Rabbi Ephraim Schwartz
"Your friend
in Karmiel"
November 13th 2020 -Volume
11 Issue 5 26th Cheshvan 5781
Missing Mom
I miss my mother, and it's not just her cooking. Aliza, pretty much
has me covered on that front. I made sure of that before I married her and she
hasn't let me down. I don't think I have ever gone this long in my 49 years of
life without seeing my parents. It's been almost two years since Rivky's
wedding when we all got together. Even when we moved to Israel, either I have
been back or they have visited at least once a year. But since this Corona
thing came along, neither of us are traveling anywhere, and it really stinks.
Don't get me wrong, I was never a homesick kind of kid. Hey, I went
to sleepaway camp for a month when I was 6 years old and that's only because
they wouldn't accept me when I was 5. Neither was I was ever a Momma's boy, my
mother made sure of that, and that's despite the fact that I'm her favorite
child (it's a good thing my sisters don't read my E-Mails), although Gedalia is
good competition. It's also not like we don't talk at least once a week either,
we even facetime sometimes-although I'm not a fan. But it's not the same. Truth
is I don't even know why it's not the same. She generally will scold me the
same, will get emotional and even choked with tears when she tells me she loves
me and gives me those important reminders to brush my teeth, take care of my
health and remember to say shema at night before I go to sleep. It's not even
the hugs and kisses. I'm not such a family hugger… They're generally too
emotional. There's just something about being in her presence. In both of my
parent's presence-despite all of our usual fights and arguments, that is
missing and the longing to see them again just grows stronger and stronger each
day and each month…
OK now that I made my mother cry in the first two paragraphs, let's
move on to the parsha which really gives us the essence of Jewish motherhood
and the relationship between boys and their mothers. After-all it is the parsha
titled after the first Jewish mother ever; Chayei Sarah- the life of Sarah. It
seems the perfect book to buy and read to find out all we need to know about
Jewish motherhood; the life and times of Sarah. Yet, quite the opposite.
The second verse in already tells us that she died. That was quick. Short book.
I want a refund. But Hashem doesn't give refunds. Now although the divisions
and certainly the titles of the parshiyot were not given by Hashem, all
Jewish traditions and certainly those that have to do with the study of Torah
that for millennia have utilized these titles exist because of Divine
inspiration. For generations the titles of each sedra were understood to
define the entire theme of the parsha. If that is the case maybe we should flip
a few more pages of the book that seems to us should've more aptly been "The
life without Sarah" and find out what we are missing.
The first part of the story is all about her burial, and the
elongated story of Avraham's negotiations to purchase the Cave of Machpela for
her burial. True, the Torah tells us that Avraham eulogized Sarah and the
Midrash Tanchuma even tells us that his eulogy was based on the Eishet Chayil
that we sing every Friday Night-how each verse applies to everything in her
life. But the Torah itself doesn't really tell us much about Sarah.
The next part and bulk of the parsha is all about Avraham swearing
his servant Eliezer to find a wife for Yitzchak, (who seemingly missed his
Mom's funeral) and who has kind of disappeared since the Akeida. We have
the elongated and repetitive story of Eliezer testing and finding Rivka, the negotiations
with Lavan and Besuel and them blessing her as she leaves (*Don't miss the
great song I composed in honor of my sister Rivky's wedding with that blessing
down below) They meet Yitzchak and brings her back to his Mother's tent. This
is the majority of the parsha and it seems it should more appropriately be
called the "Chayei Rivka" then of Sarah.
The last piece of the Parsha as well doesn't seem to have any Sarah
action in it either. We are told of Avraham's remarriage to Ketura-who Chazal
tells us is Hagar. The children he has with her and his sending them away as
well. Finally, we have Avraham's death and burial by Yitzchak and Yishmael and
then all the descendants of Yishmael. There's more Chayei Hagar and Chayei
Yishmael there than Chayei Sarah and frankly to most of us it doesn’t really
seem to interesting. We bought this book to find out about our mother, not our
cousin's family. I would've gone to a book store in Ramalla for that.
There is a game I like to play with my tourists when I talk to them
about Jerusalem. I tell them that our sages tell us that there is heavenly city
of Jerusalem that directly corresponds to the one that is down here, and that I
can prove it to them. I ask them how to say hand in Hebrew- they say "yad".
How do you say two hands? "Yadayim!" they say very excitedly,
surprisingly proud of themselves that they know something most kindergarteners
know. How do you say foot, I continue? "Regel!" Two feet?
"Raglayim!" Eye? "Ayin!". Two eyes? " Einayim!"
Ear? "Ozen…" they reply getting sick of this game already.
OK…two ears? Oznayim- now they are really getting bored. So I switch it
up and ask how they say Jerusalem in Hebrew? And they say of course
Yerushalayim. And I tell them they are wrong…"What?!" They check my
Kippa to make sure it really is black velvet (the only kosher kind). So I show
them how in the Torah it says it is called Yeru-shalem. What does Yerushal-AYIM
mean? Well now they know it means two. The "ayim" suffix makes
something plural. This is to teach us that there are two a Jerusalem down here
and a Jerusalem up above. Walla! As we say in Hebrew…
There is another word that is really just as reflective and
insightful once you have this priniciple down pat. How do we say life in
Hebrew. Again seemingly easy but wrong. I imagine most of you would say chayim.
Like when we drink we say ""l'chaim" to life. Except that
the word life has the "ayim" suffix" to it as well. chayim
means lives. Two of them. The one in this world and the one in the afterworld.
In fact, there is no word for a singular life in Hebrew. Chai- means
alive it doesn't mean life. Whenever we talk about a life we talk about it in
the plural. It's always a doubled life. It's the life we have while we are here
and the life that continues on after we leave this physical world that we put
in place and are still connected to even after we're gone. Our sages tell us
that the righteous even after they pass are called living. Our parsha is called
Chayei Sarah because it is the lives of Sarah, for it is the story of the life
of Sarah that live on even when she wasn't close enough to hug anymore.
The eternal life of Sarah starts at Mea'arat Hamachpela- the
doubled cave. But it's not just the cave that is "machpela- doubled".
It is in the field of Machpela that is in the area referred to as Machpela.
Machpela means double. It will be the beit hachayim- the house of life,
of two lives; the one where the physical ends and the eternal one begins. There
is no more appropriate place to start our book about Sarah than at the purchase
of Machpela for that will be the symbol that she lives on even in her departing
from this physical world.
The parsha continues with Sarah's life in the finding of the spouse
for her son Yitzchak. This entire story is finding someone that will fill the
tent of Sarah with her light once again. Avraham realizes that he needs someone
as close as Sarah as he can get to light that light of Sarah so he makes
Eliezer swear and travel in order for him to find that "mother".
When Yitzchak finds Rivkah the verse tells us his reaction in such
incredible terms.
Bereshit (24:67) And Yitzchak brought her to the tent of Sarah
his mother, and he took Rebecca, and she became his wife, and he loved her. And
Yitzchak was comforted for [the loss of] his mother.
Sarah lives in Rivkah. Her tent lives. This is after all parshat
Chayei Sarah. If you aren't sure take a look at Rashi
He brought her into the tent and she became exactly like his
mother Sarah — that is to say, the words signify as much as, [And he brought
her into the tent] and, behold, she was Sarah, his mother).
Do you know how they say that you marry someone like your mother?
Yitzchak certainly did. The three miracles that Sarah had in her tent of a
light from Shabbos to Shabbos, that there was a blessing that could be tasted
in her bread and that there was a heavenly cloud always present for protection
are the symbols and correspond to the specific mitzvos of a woman, of a mother.
Sarah had passed away for three years yet Yitzchak had not been consoled. Rashi
again tells us this is the way it's meant to be, which seems strange as we know
that someone who dies the mourning ends after a year. But Rashi says a
fascinating eternal insight.
It is Derech Eretz the natural (and proper way) that
while a man’s mother is living he is karuch- wrapped up in her, but when
she dies he finds comfort in his wife.
I saw a beautiful insight in the sefer Hamisulaim Mipaz- that
writes that although when a man gets married the Torah tells us that he leaves
his father and mother and is davak-cleaves to his wife, that does not
negate that he is still wrapped up karuch-like the word korech by
our Pesach sandwich- with his mother. His wife is the person that he becomes
one with. They will build a unit and a family together. That bond of being one
with his mother who fed him, cared for him, worried about him and strengthened
him will be replaced with his wife. But his mother will still be wrapped into
everything he does. She is the one he turns to for that wisdom of his youth,
for the insight that only she can provide him with as no one knows him better.
No one cares as much in his heart. She is not one with him, she is not davak,
but she is that external force that is wrapped around all he does. She lives in
him, even though she is not with him.
It's fascinating when you think about it. None of our Matriarchs
had shviggers (mother-in-laws). They missed out on that wonderful aspect
of married life for a new young bride. The reason perhaps is precisely as
explained above. Each one of them were a continuation of the light of the
previous generation. Each one's husband was fully theirs and there was no
mother wrapped up in their relationship. They inherited the light and filled
the tent with that same wisdom and light that the ones before them did.
But as our book on the life of Sarah concludes it reveals that Sarah
is not just the mother of Yitzchak. Sarah has other "children". Her
prize student Hagar- for she wouldn't give Avraham any less and Hagar's son
Yishmael, whose entire existence because Sara was his mother's shadchan.
She raised the two of them to such a high level that they both even saw and
communicated with angels. She's also the "mother" of Hagar who she
sent away and is now brought back to Avraham. They both return to the fold
after being sent away for their own good. It certainly pained Sarah as much as
it did Avraham. But she knew what they needed-as Jewish mothers always do. And
the conclusion of the parsha of the life of Sarah that these children as well
return. Hagar, now Ketura remarries Avraham. She is called Ketura because like
incense she was lit with the flame and the holy spirit of Sarah now emanates
from her. And Yishmael returns to bury his father Avraham with Yitzchak allowing
Yitzchak to go first, for he had done teshuva. The teshuva of Yishmael is so
great that we find there are great sages in the Mishna that are named for him.
Again the life of Sarah lives on. She is the first of our Imahos and she
is the light that is shines eternally in every Jewish mother since.
There is perhaps no stereotype out there like the Jewish Mother. They
truly are all the same. They are the same because they all carry the light of
Sarah that they shine into their children. It's in their DNA. They worry about
that light more than any other mother, and that light shines even if they're
not close enough to hug us. We have our own spouses, children, family and
friends to cleave to and give us the hugs and make us the food and build our
tents with us. But I relate to Yitzchak who missed his mother. Baruch Hashem
mine is well and healthy, as she always is, thank god until 120. It's not
mother's day this week. We never did that in my family as every day is mother's
day. But it is Thanksgiving in some countries-although we were never too strict
about that either, and so I'll use this week's E-mail to just say thank you
Mom… I miss you…and hope to see you soon oif simchas…
Have a marvelous Shabbos,
Rabbi Ephraim
Schwartz
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RABBI SCHWARTZ’S FAVORITE YIDDISH PROVERB OF THE WEEK
" Di
varemsteh bet is di mamehs."-
The warmest bed is mother’s…"
RABBI SCHWARTZ'S TOUR GUIDE EXAM QUESTION OF THE WEEK
answer below at end of Email
3)A
stream that flows into the Mediterranean Sea:
A)
Betzet
B)
Tirza
C)
Amud
D)
Dishon
RABBI SCHWARTZ’S COOL VIDEO OF THE WEEK
https://soundcloud.com/ephraim-schwartz/rivkah – My sister Rivky thinks this is my
nicest composition. It was her chuppa song so that makes sense. Yitzy Berry did
an awesome job and I dare you to listen and not get moved by this special
Bracha that Lavan gave Rivka in this week's parsha… and we do so by every
Chasuna..
https://youtu.be/w6WQK1lYucw – You
know me.. I can't resist a Carlebach medley. This one by the Jerusalem Choir is
great.
https://youtu.be/dCpLWj6Uvq0 – New 8th Day song- Gift of Life..
enjoy
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xPAXBuo8_rI
– Avrahm
Fried hot off the press New song Shvurei Lev… I have never heard him so
emotional before..
RABBI SCHWARTZ'S PARSHA/ ERETZ YISRAEL CONNECTION OF THE
WEEK
Shaul and the Witch- 877
BC-
We are getting closer to the final act of the
Book of Shmuel Aleph. David is camped out with the Achish and the Philistines
in Gat. He has them fooled that he has been ostracized by the Jewish
people and Shaul and is on their team. Achish sees then as the opportunity,
with Israel's main warrior on his side to wage war and attack the Jews. He
invites Dovid to join him and the camp in the Jezree'el valley beneath
the mountain of Gilboa by the village of Shunam. The
ancient city of Shunam was actually populated for over 1000 years by
Jews in the times of the 1st and 2nd Temple and through
the 6th century. Today it is identified as the arab village of Sulam,
and in fact Tel Shunam that lies on the outskirts of this village has
been excavated a few times over the last 10 years.
Now the Jews
led by Shaul are overwhelmed by the sheer force and numbers of the Philistine
army that has gathered. Shaul and his men camped high up in the safety of the
mountain of Gilboa look down, as I do with my tourists from the incredible
lookout points, and realize that they are vastly outnumbered and armed. Achish
had come all out this time and the Jewish fledgling army was not going to be
enough to cut it. It is at this point that Shaul realized he needed Divine
guidance. It was the only way we stood a chance. The problem was how to get
that guidance. Shmuel had passed away a month before hand. The newer prophets
were not giving Shaul any prophecies, Even the Urim V'Tumim from the
breastplate of the Kohen Gadol seemed to be silent. Shaul was at a loss. The
survival of the Jewish people rested on his large shoulders and he had nowhere
to turn. Or did he?
Suddenly another huge wave cast the boy back up on the sand at his parents'
feet. Shaindy inspected her son and then quickly looked back towards the
heavens and said, "He had a hat!"
"Oh
rabbi," replies Benny,
"I just don't know what to do. Every time I bring a girl home to introduce
her to my parents, no matter how wonderful the girl is, my mother always tells
me that she does not like her at all."
"I've
heard this story many times before," says Rabbi Levy, "but you'll be pleased to hear
that I have a tried and tested solution for you. Next time you choose a girl,
make sure she not only looks just like your mother, but also talks like your
mother, laughs like your mother, cooks like your mother, and dresses like your
mother. Believe me, Benny, if you find such a girl, your mother will absolutely
love her."
Many weeks go
by before Benny finds someone just like his mother. And not only that, but the
girl very quickly falls madly in love with him. So Benny invites her to meet
his parents and this time is feeling very optimistic that all will go well.
At the next
shul service, Rabbi Levy notices that Benny is once again sitting at the back
of the shul looking unbelievably unhappy. So once again, during a break in the
service, Rabbi Levy goes over to Benny. "What's wrong Benny?" asks
Rabbi Levy. "Couldn't you find someone like your mother?"
"Rabbi,"
replies Benny,
"miraculously, I found a girl just like my Mom. Not only did she look just
like Mom, but she also talked like Mom, laughed like Mom, cooked like Mom, and
dressed like Mom."
"So
everything should have worked out okay for you," says Rabbi Levy.
"No,
rabbi, it didn't," replies Benny. "My father didn't like her."
As a fundraiser
the local Hebrew School decided to hold a talent show for the community.
The night of the show finally arrived and the auditorium
was packed with community people. Judy Goldberg looked on her as
her pride and joy Chezky was playing piano and singing his beautiful composed
Ani Maamin. During her performance she noticed a man in the audience clearly
moved and crying.
After the show she walks over to him and says "isn't it touching that the
younger generation is carrying on our tradition?"
The man says
"I don't know I'm not Jewish".
"So why
were you crying?" she
asks him.
"Oh that's
because I am a musician"
A man is
laying on the operating table, about to be operated on by his son, the surgeon.
The son reassures his nevous father that there is nothing to worry about. It's
a simple procedure that he has done many times before.
The father
says, "Son, think of it this way ... If anything happens to me,
your mother is coming to live with you."
.
A young Jewish
man excitedly tells his mother he's fallen in love and going to get
married. He says, "Just for fun, Mom, I'm going to bring over
three women and you try and guess which one I'm going to marry."
The mother agrees. The next day, he brings three beautiful women into the
house and sits them down on the couch and they chat for a while. He then
says,
"Okay,
Mom. Guess which one I'm going to marry."
She immediately replies, "The red-head in the middle."
"That's amazing, Mom. You're right. How did you know?"
"I don't like her."
It was a
terrible night, blowing cold and rain in a most frightful manner. The streets
were deserted and the local baker was just about to close up shop when Bernie
slipped through the door. He carried an umbrella, blown inside out, and was
bundled in two sweaters and a thick coat. But even so he still looked wet and bedraggled.
As Bernie unwound his scarf he said to the baker, "May I have two
bagels to go, please?"
The baker said in astonishment, "Two bagels? Nothing more?"
"That's right," answered Bernie, "One for me and
one for Bernice."
"Bernice is your wife?" asked the baker.
"What do you think," snapped Bernie, " would my mother
would send me out on a night like this?"
A Jewish mother
is walking down the street with her two young sons.
A passerby asks
her how old the boys are.
"The
doctor is three," the mother answers, "and the lawyer is two."
My mother
taught me TO APPRECIATE A JOB WELL DONE:
"If you two are going to kill each other, do it outside - I just finished
cleaning!"
LESSONS MY JEWISH
MOTHER TAUGHT ME
My mother
taught me RELIGION:
"You better pray that stain will come out of the carpet."
My mother
taught me about TIME TRAVEL:
"If you don't behave, I'm going to knock you into the middle of next
week!"
My mother
taught me LOGIC:
"Because I said so, that's why."
My mother
taught me IRONY:
"Keep crying and I'll *give* you something to cry about."
My mother
taught me about the science of OSMOSIS:
"Shut your mouth and eat your supper!"
My mother
taught me about CONTORTIONISM:
"Will you *look* at the dirt on the back of your neck!"
My mother
taught me about STAMINA:
"You'll sit there 'till all your spinach is finished."
My mother
taught me about WEATHER:
"It looks as if a tornado swept through your room."
My mother
taught me about HYPOCRISY:
"If I've told you once, I've told you a million times – Don't
Exaggerate!!!"
My mother
taught me about BEHAVIOUR MODIFICATION:
"Stop acting like your father!"
My mother
taught me about ENVY:
"There are millions of less fortunate children in this world who don't
have wonderful parents like you do!"
Answer is A – Another one right! I surprised
myself on this one. There are tons of nachals in Israel and I certainly don't
know the names and locations of all of them. Yet surprisingly I was at least
familiar with all of them and have even hiked in most. Dishon in the Eastern
Galile near the panhandle is where I usually take my tourists ATV'ing. Amud is
near Meron and is a great hike that one can take circularly or to Tzfat and
even all the way down to the Kinneret. Neither flow near the Mediteranean.
Tirtza, I've never been at but I remembered it from another exam as the largest
stream in the Shomron that flows down to the Jordan Valley. Which of course
leaves Nachal Betzet in the Western Galile that flows down to the Mediteranean
near Rosh Hanikra and that I pass (or used to pass…) regularly.
So keeping our
streak going I'm three for three on this exam so far, with the score 3 for
Rabbi Schwartz and 0 for the Ministry of Tourism on this exam.
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