Insights and Inspiration
from the
Holy Land
from
Rabbi Ephraim Schwartz
"Your friend
in Karmiel"
December 18th 2020 -Volume 11
Issue 10 2nd Tevet 5781
Parshat Mikeitz / Chanukah
Bageling
It was my second day in Des
Moines Iowa. We had just moved from New York to help found the Des Moines
Community Kollel. Needless to say it was a bit of a culture shock. New York is
the Kosher Food capital of the United States. Iowa on the other hand lays claim
to being the hog capital of America. Nobody talks to you in New York, although
they will occasionally yell and swear at you -in Seattle they don't even do
that- in Iowa though everyone says Good Morning, Good Afternoon, Good Evening
and it generally is accompanied by a how-is-your-day-going and a minimally 5
minute long conversation. It took some getting used to. Whenever someone would
engage me in these conversations I would hold my wallet tightly, cause in New
York if someone says Good Morning they either are beggars asking you for money
or muggers trying to rob you.
So here I was walking to shul and
I was quite taken aback when Bill started heading in my direction. He seemed
friendly enough at first, but then when I informed him I was part of the Kollel
that had just moved here he gave me the speech.
"We don't need any of you
New York black-hatters coming here and telling us how to do things. We've been
doing it just fine without you!"
Now a lesser person might have
taken offense or felt the need to defend themselves. But I'm from New York I'm
used to abrasive people. I particularly have an affinity for Jews that feel
strongly about how much they don't like other Jews telling them how to do
things and that think they are doing things just right without me. I can relate
to them. They feel strongly about their yiddishkeit. They don't want it shaken
up. They have a fire. I can work with that. It's the apathetic ones that are
much more challenging. The ones that don't care if there is a God, if they're
Jewish or not. The one's that can't even enjoy a bowl of chulent. Those are the
ones that are hard. But Bill was mine. I knew right then we were going to be
friends and he was going to become frum.
So we began to learn. He would
come to shul every day. He did before we even came there. It was the Iowa
Orthodox shul way. They used a microphone on Shabbos, there was no mechitza
separation between men and women and almost everyone drove to shul for Shabbos
services. Yet for Iowa that was still called Orthodox. We didn't want to pray
in that minyan on Shabbos so we made an early minyan and Bill was a regular
there. After a while we got more people for our minyan than the regular one. It
wasn't because ours was faster, there was no speech, because it was
"more" Orthodox or even because we had a better Kiddush. In fact we
didn't. The rabbi of the main shul didn't want competition so he prohibited us
from having one so we would just study after davening and join the regular main
shul Kiddush with everyone else. No, the reason we had more people for our
minyan was because that way they could come daven and then go to work…. Oy…
(Interesting side note- an old
time American Rabbi once told me that the reason why American shuls start at
9:00 AM or later on Shabbos- unlike Israel where it's hard to find a late
minyan, was because it was started in order to make sure Jews wouldn't go to
work on Shabbos. If someone didn't come, he was probably a Shabbos violator)
Now Bill had a bagel shop in
town; "The Nosh". He had kosher bagels and kosher cheeses and
shmears. As well he had kosher salami, bologna and turkey with which he would
make non-kosher Rueben sandwiches of Cold Cuts and Cheese. Meat and Milk is a
big no-no. I remember asking Bill once why he had to open up on Shabbos. He was
a good guy. His religion was important to him. He learned, he davened, he came
to shul. Bill however was prepared for the question and he explained it to me.
"See a lot of Jews out
there only connection to yiddishkeit is that they eat a bagel Shabbos morning.
Without that bagel they would be lost. It's for them I open. We need to keep
them connected."
Again other Rabbis might be fazed
by the incongruence of violating Shabbos and serving non-kosher Rueben
sandwiches on a bagel to someone as a means of keeping Jews connected to the
faith of their ancestors. But not me, I loved this stuff… I knew I would write
an E-Mail about it one day and maybe even a book.
"I hear you, Bill. I
think that's amazing. But why do you have to be the one to open it up? Why
can't you just let the Goy that works for you run the store on Shabbos and you
stay here in Shul with us?"
Bill looked at me with horror. It
was as if I had just killed his mother. He was incredulous.
"Rabbi! The Goy?! What
are you talking about…? He'll trayf up my store!"
And there you have it. It was my
you're-not-in-Lakewood-any more-Dorothy. Welcome to Iowa.
There's much truth to Bill's
understanding of the sad state of far too many of our brothers and sisters in
America. The only connection they have is that "bagel". It's even
become a verb that's found in the Urban Language Dictionary
Bageling- is a term for when
you see someone you suspect is Jewish want them to know that you are or to find
out if they are, so you say or do something Jewish in nature in order
to drop the hint so they know you're one of the tribe.
eg "Oy Vay, I forgot my
shmear at home." "He's such a Ganiv…" "Ahh a
Mechaya…" "What a
shlep.." "Where can I
buy herring?" That's called bageling.
I've been bageled lots. You have
no idea how many Jews out there that don't do anything Jewish, but when they
see a jolly Rabbi they want to let them know discreetly that they despite all
that, they're still Jewish. They haven't forgotten. It's not something they
wear on their shirt. It's not something they share at their workplace, or even
in their social circles. But that pinteleh yid is still there. It's the
hole in the bagel. It's that seemingly empty core in the middle. But it really
gives the bagel it's whole shape. It's waiting to be filled up. And Rabbi
Schwartz loves dem bagels.
Now it struck me this week, and
I'll explain why soon, that this ancient Jewish tradition actually has its
roots in the Torah. In fact, this week's parsha shares with us the story of the
initial "bageler". It was none other than the first time when
there was a Jew out there that wanted to convey to his brothers that he was
also one of the tribe. In fact, he was a tribe himself. None other than Yosef,
the seemingly lost, externally assimilated brother who was the ruler of Egypt,
but whose Jewish spirit was still as strong as ever. And despite his need to
keep his identity under wraps he couldn’t help himself and needed to drop a few
bagels his brother's way.
The Torah tells us that when he
called them into his palace and confronts them and accuses them of being spies
and demand that they return with their younger brother Binyamin, they don't
recognize him, and Yosef wanting and
needing to see his brother tells them nothing. He's doesn't let down his guard
at all. However when they return with Binyamin he invites them in and the
bageling begins. He invites them for a meal, not just a meal it's going to be a
pre-shabbos meal. Now the brothers obviously being Kosher eaters are kind of
hesitant, but the verse tells us that Yosef tells them not to worry.
Vatavoach tevach va'hachein- (and he ordered) that meat should be slaughtered and
prepared
The Midrash notes that Yosef had
the animal slaughtered in front of them. "Yeah I know all about Kosher"
he bageled them. "Yeah I even know about the sinew in the leg you can't
eat". The midrash as well tells us that the word v'hachein- and
he prepared, is a reference to Shabbos as the Torah tells us by the commandment
to collect the Manna on Friday v'hachinu es asher yaviu- and they should
prepare what they should bring before Shabbos, so as not to violate the
Shabbos. Prepare it before Shabbos. Yosef is showing them that he- wink-wink,
nod-nod, bagels them about Shabbos as well.
In fact, the Beis Ephraim notes
that the verse continues and tells us that the brothers ate with him and they
became drunk. Rashi explains that the reason they became drunk was because since
they sold Yosef 22 years prior they never touched wine. They had vowed to stay
away from the spirit. Yet that night they drank. Why did they break their vow?
Zugt the Beis Ephraim it was because it was Shabbos. Their meal had started in
the afternoon. But then it continued in the evening. Normally one doesn't get
drunk from Kiddush wine, because it accompanies a big meal. But here the wine
they drank for Kiddush came after the meal. Post-meal wine inebriates. But we
see that Yosef, again bageled them. I know about Kiddush. He couldn't help
himself. He was bursting at the seams. He knew the time was not ripe yet for the
reveal, but being around so many Jews after such a long time, sitting at the
Shabbos table with them, it was like trying to keep that jelly in the sufganiya.
It was hopeless, its gonna come out and most likely all over your white
shirt. So he bageled and Jews have continued that tradition ever since.
Now in Israel you don't get
bageled, about being Jewish. Everyone is Jewish here. If you're living here and
you're not Arab, a priest, or a Russian with a cross on then the chances are
you're Jewish or at least think you are. Everybody says Shabbat Shalom,
everyone says Chag Samayach, everyone is buying matzas Pesach time and is
wishing you a Shana Tova and even a Chatima Tova High Holiday time. Even the
Arabs. But what I have found is that Chanuka time of all times of year
something else comes out. I get "Menorahed"
See, unlike other holidays, I
would say most secular Israelis celebrate Chaukah by eating donuts but sadly
most of them don't light menorahs; although certainly many do, as opposed to
their American secular counterparts. But I don't think that a night of Chanuka
has passed by since I moved here and light outside of my house that at least a
few people have stopped and looked at my Menora and shared with me their own
memories of Menoras lit. Some have taken pictures. Some have danced and sang
with me. It was as if that little flame was calling to them. They wanted to Menorah
me. They wanted to let me know that they also had a spark of Torah Judaism, of
Mitzva Judaism, that they were more than just Jewish Israelis. They were holy
too.
Last night an old lady passed by
and Menorahed me. She took pictures and told me how beautiful it was. I
told her that my Savta had bought it for me when I had gotten married. She told
me how special that was and that she wanted to send a picture of it to her
daughter and grandchildren in Canada. She shared with me that her daughter had
made yerida and intermarried and she wasn't even sure if her
grandchildren had ever seen a real Kosher Menora lit. I told her that I had a
better idea for her.
"Whenever I light this
Menora", I told her. "I remember
my Savta. I feel her presence. She has been gone now for close to 15 years, but
every Chanuka when I light that Menora I feel her here standing next to me. I
even smell her very oily sufganiyot. We are connected. If you want to do
something for your grandchildren. If you want to always be remembered. If you
want them to always remember who they are. Where they come from. Then don't
send them a picture. Buy them a Menorah. They will light it. They will
remember. Their flame will be ignited. They will know who they are and what was
important to you. Just as I'm sure that these little flames remind you of where
you came from."
She cried. She thanked me. She
decided that there was no need to take any pictures. She would send her
grandchildren something more important. She would menora them.
The Mateh Moshe notes that the
words by Yosef's bageling meal for his brothers v'HaCHeiN- spell Chanuka
when rearranged. This is the holiday when the Jewish spark is awakened more
than any other time of year, that amidst all the darkness and assimilation of Egyt,
of Greece, of Boro Park, Lakewood, Iowa and even in Karmiel there is a spark
that not only wants to express its Jewish identity, it wants to express the
holy light of our Torah, our Mitzvos, our candles and our Menorahs. May we see
that great light revealed once again in the Temple rededicated together will
all of our lost flames when Hashem "Menoras" us again, but this time
forever
Have a happy Chanuka and a hearty Shabbos and a
light-filled week of miracles,
Rabbi Ephraim
Schwartz
RABBI SCHWARTZ’S FAVORITE YIDDISH PROVERB OF THE WEEK
" A guter yid darf nit kain briv, a shlechten yidden helft
nit kain briv." A good Jew doesn’t need a
letter of recommendation; for a bad one, it would do no good.
RABBI SCHWARTZ'S TOUR GUIDE EXAM QUESTION OF THE WEEK
answer below at end of Email
8)
The geological phenomenon of “bulbous” (calcite concentrates) can be seen
mainly in:
a)
The Hula Valley
b)
Lissan marl (Chavar Halashon)
c)
David Stream (Nahal David)
d)
Negev
https://soundcloud.com/ephraim-schwartz/chasof-zeroah - My most lively Chanuka song and one you
definitely need to sing by you Chanuka parties… Yitz Berry arrangements…
https://soundcloud.com/ephraim-schwartz/haneiros-halalu - You know you're bored with your old Haneiros
Halalu and want something to lighten up you Chanuka listen to my composition
and add it to your repertoire you will love it!
https://soundcloud.com/ephraim-schwartz/al-hanissim –My
amazin Al Hanissim composition that will make you want to start dancing and
getting into the mood. Arranged and sung by the amazing Dovid Lowy!
Everyone Else's Chanuka 2020 New Releases!
https://youtu.be/WV8-fQiavdM
– Gad Elbaz Chanuka or Hanuka?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Th_JeK14Oig – Y-Studs My Own Miracle
Kichu mi'zimras
ha'aretz- take from the "zimra"
of the land. The Targum and Rashi translates the word Zimra as the praiseworthy
items of the land, like the word zmirot-the songs that we sing. In fact Rabbi Nachman
wrote that this literally means the songs of Israel. Give Yosef a little sound
of some Yoel Sharabi (I'm revealing my age here..), Ishai Ribo, Itzik Dadiya, Omer
Adam. That Israeli music will pierce his heart. Those Eretz Yisrael niggunim
will keep your souls holy and longing for your homeland. To return.
But it is
deeper than that. Zemora- also means branches of trees. Yaakov then tells them
to bring some of the species of Israel. Some of our holy fruit. Specifically dates
honey, and some great nuts and spices. It's obvious this is not a bribe. He
tells them to bring just a bit of each. This is not a fancy impressive gift at
all like Yaakov had sent to his brother Esau. This was something deeper. He was
sending the "ruler of Egypt" a message. In Israel we don't need too
much. Egypt may have much more plenty. They have the Nile, they don't have
famines. Israel does. But it's worth it. Because our little bit of nuts and our
dates come straight from Hashem, they come straight as a result of our prayers.
We may have to come down to Egypt now, but he tells his sons, never forget the
gifts of Israel are not in how big and how much you have or amass. It's about
the small little quality. It's food that was grown in the Land of Hashem.
David's Ascent- 876 BC- After the death of Shaul, one would think that Dovid's moment had finally come. There was nothing standing in his way of finally taking his already anointed by Shmuel Kingship. But one would be wrong. Nothing ever has been or will be simple for Dovid. But frankly Dovid is fine with it. He really has only one wish at this time. He wants to return to Israel from the Philistine land of Gat that he's been shacking up at. Achish, the king who just waged and won the war against Israel was on his way back and Dovid didn't want to be there for the victory celebration. He missed Eretz Yisrael and he wanted to go home.
What kind of bagel can fly? A plain bagel
"I have to admit, these bagels are really delicious! We don't have
bagels like this in Germany."
"Well," the intern replies, "whose fault is
that?"
His wife says "I'd like an ice cream sundae. Here, I'll write it
down for you so you don't forget--"
"I'm not going to forget," he waves his hand at her
dismissively. "Ice cream sundae."
"With cherries and chopped nuts. You'll forget, I'm going to write it
down for you."
"Woman I'm not senile! I won't forget! Sundae with cherries and nuts."
"And whipped cream. You're sure you won't forget all this? You forgot
the last time. Please, I'll write it down so you won't forget."
The old man gave an annoyed sigh and left the house. He returned and handed his
wife a bag.
"Here you go, I didn't forget."
She looked inside the bag and found a toasted onion bagel.
"Yes you did! I told you you would forget, and you did!" The
old woman threw a fit. "You forgot the cream cheese!"
One old woman has asked repeatedly if there are bagels, to which the answer is
always no. For some reason, she keeps going to the back of the line and asking
over and over if there are bagels.
The woman comes up to the front and once again asks for bagels. The man has had
quite enough and asks her:
"Ma'am, how do you spell cat as in Catastrophic?"
She replies "C A T"
He asks her "how do you spell dog as in Dogmatic?"
She replies "D O G"
The man then asks her "how do you spell stink as in Bagels?"
The woman, confused, says "there is no stink in bagels" to which the
man shouts
"THATS WHAT IVE BEEN TELLING YOU THIS WHOLE TIME!"
Answer is D – Geology was never my strong subject and frankly most of my tourists aren't that fascinated by the subject. So to be honest I had no idea what the bulbous thing is. It was a guessing game for me. I pretty much eliminated the Hula Valley and Ein Gedi because I tour there a lot and have never heard or mentioned these things. I don't tour much in the Negev and when I do it's mostly by Mitzpeh Ramon where again I had never heard of it. I didn't even know where this Chavar halashon is so I went with that one. And I was wrong. The answer was the Negev and it seems in the Souther Negev by Har Tzin there is a huge filed of these calcite filled rocks that actually look pretty cool and are formed from Fossils. There are some people that suggest that Har Tzin is the Hor Hahar where Aharon Hakohen is buried but the common place for his grave is actually in Jordan which would make sense as he is buried on the other side of the Jordan River. The lashon Chavar thing it seems is near the Dead Sea and is these are the rock formations that are there. So the correct answer is Negev and I was wrong making the score now stands at 6 for Rabbi Schwartz and 2 for the Ministry of Tourism on this exam.
Your message this week reminded me of an experience I had during my last visit to Karmiel - which may have been only five years ago but feels like ages.
ReplyDeleteIn your message, you weave back and forth over the pintele yid that expresses itself unpredictably in under-educated or fallen-away yidden.
[I was severely under-educated for half my life so I understand this well.]
I was in the women's section of your shul in Karmiel on the night of Yom Kippur. (Remember? I had just washed and painted it and put up new curtains?) We were crowded together, immersed in Neilah, when there was a small commotion at the door and a handful of Russian ladies squeezed into the non-space that only by a miracle admitted them.
I gestured to them with my machzor, offering for them to share it.
They vigorously nodded "No!" (or was that "Nyet!"?) - giving me to understand this was not anything they were familiar with or valued.
Then the shofar was blown - and they smiled with satisfaction and quickly left.
And I got it.
That thing you describe - that even a tiny memory of yiddishkeit keeps us linked.
(Then I went out into the streets of Karmiel and experienced something akin to shock at the lights and bicycles and general tumult.)