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Thursday, April 21, 2022

Shower Songs- Pesach II Parshat Acharey Mos

 Insights and Inspiration

from the

Holy Land

from

Rabbi Ephraim Schwartz

"Your friend in Karmiel"

April 22nd 2022 -Volume 11 Issue 29 21st Nissan 5782


Pesach II- Acharey Mos


Shower Songs

 

Tully is singing in the shower again. It’s funny how he does that. I always try to get him to sing with me at the Shabbos table, but he’s too shy. I guess he takes after Aliza in that way. But he still has the ‘Schwartz’ singing gene that is bursting to express itself. He even composes his own songs in there sometimes. At least I think they are his own compositions, and I hope he’s not just singing my songs off key. The whole house hears him, but we don’t tell him- until this E-Mail of course. We like to hear him sing. It’s cute. It’s funny. It’s loud. But we don’t mind. We’re just happy he finally agreed to take a shower and is spending some serious time in there. We’re even thinking of installing a karaoke system in there for him; microphone and dolby sound system and all. Whatever it takes to get him to take showers as often as possible.


But it’s not just Tully. Shhh… Aliza as well sings in the shower. Don’t tell anyone I told you. She’s also the shy singer type. I’m not sure about the rest of my kids. I don’t think they do. Yonah is musical, although a bit shy about it as well. I generally need to nudge him a bit to yank out the guitar and kumzitz us all. Rivka and Elka definitely sing but I think they’re very strict about this Kol Isha thing and they don’t want their father to hear them as well. I don’t know why people are self-conscious about singing. I never was, and I know I don’t have a great voice. But who cares? It’s fun to sing. It’s holy to sing. It’s inspiring to express those inner depths of one’s heart and emotions. Why hold them in. Let them explode out.


The holiday of Pesach, perhaps more than any other holiday, is really all about that song coming out. It starts at our Pesach Seder right away when we begin singing the order of the Seder. Kadei’-eysh U’rchatz Karpa-as Ya’a-chatz. Ma-gee-id Ruchtza Mo’o-tzee’ee Ma’atzah… Maroooooor, Koreich, Shu’ulcha’an Oh’ohreich, Tzafuuuun Bareich, Hale’el Ni’irtzaaaa….. C’mon admit it. You sang that sentence. How could you not?


We continue with the traditional singing of the Ma Nishtana. We then rush through a bunch of verses and Torah but admit it you keep checking to see when that Dai dai yeinu is coming. You don’t want to talk, learn or hear anymore dvar torahs. You’re not even interested that much in all of those little ping pong balls and dead animals and frogs in your Makkos/ plague bag you bought to throw at the kids. You just want to dai that yeinu out of the park already. And when you get there, you’re happy. It’s not just because you know that the meal is around the corner. You’re really not that hungry anyways. It’s 11:00 at night and you’ve been noshing on those karpas potatoes when nobody was looking anyways. It’s because you want to sing. And you don’t want to hide that song in the shower anymore.


Now nothing brings that song out even more than a few cups of wine in you. So when we finish our meal we really start to break it down. It’s Hallel. It’s Eliyahu Ha’Navi. Yahoo Yahoo. It’s Bentching, which you haven’t sung together as a family since you were back in NCSY or running a Kiruv Shabbat. Why is that by the way? You know it’s more inspiring and fun and meaningful when you sing bentching to Hashem together as a family. It’s why we do it at all these kiruv retreats. So why don’t you do it all the time. Why do we have to become so yeshivish? Where are we in a rush to go to? You love it by the Seder. Why on all other nights of the year do you only sing in the shower?


From there after that Chasal Siddur Pesach, we are in overtime. It’s the grand finale. Who knows One? Adir Hu- bimheira ah ah bimheira…kel bnai- kel bnai… It’s great and we close with the great Chad Gadya and jump up and sing l’shana hab’ah b’yerushalyim. It’s all about the music. It’s all about getting that song out. It’s all about getting it out of the shower.


Pesach continues with 7 days of Hallel. My secret pleasure?  Davening for the Amud in a litvishe yeshivishe shul on Chol Ha’Moed,. Taking the amud as the chazan and singing the whole Hallel. I have yartzeit the 2nd day of Chol Hamoed (here in Israel), so I’m entitled to lead the services. Now when I say sing the whole Hallel, I mean the whole thing- not just pischu li and hodu. From the Meki’mi mei’ei ei’ afar dal, btzais Yisrael, yevaraich es bai’eis yisraeh’eh’eh’el, Ma Ashiv (of course) the whole thing all the way to the last kei’li atah v’odeh’ec’hcha… At first you have the few yeshivish guys in the back trying to daven it nusach style loud over my singing voice and rush through it. Little do they know I will just sing slower and louder than they do. By the time we reach the end, they’re all in. It’s a choir. It’s heavenly. They don’t even notice that I’ve switched to nusach sefard. Except for that one guy- and there’s always that one guy- that left early out of frustration that he couldn’t beat Rabbi Schwartz.


And then we reach tonight. We are crossing the Sea. This is moment when everything explodes. Hashem even gave us that shower sound effects with the splitting of the sea and the water cascading gently on the sides of us. By the way- I know that this is too much information for you, but it’s me so we can say this. No one’s listening. Mom, skip this paragraph. I just want to say it is so nice and cool to be able to stand in the shower and not have to turn off the water to soap myself up. I can just turn the nozzle the other way and the new skinny Rabbi Schwartz who fits into a small corner of the shower can have the water still spraying to the side and not get wet. Mamash Kriyas Yam Suf. Water flowing next to me and I’m soapily singing and not getting wet. Cool!


See, showers do that to you. Our personal song comes out. Rashi writes on the verse Az Yashir Moshe- Then Moshe and the children of Israel sang.


Az k’shera’ah es ha’nes ala b’libo she’yashir- then when he saw the miracle it went up in his heart to sing, and so he did.  


What is Rashi trying to tell us with this explanation? It would seem that is the simple understanding of the text. The Jews sang when they saw the miracle. But the Shemen Ha’tov notes that Rashi is telling us something amazing here. It was alah al libo- it went up in their heart. They couldn’t hold it back. They needed to express themselves and words alone wouldn’t suffice. It was musical. It was a symphony. It was beyond this world. It was something that could only be actualized in the form of music. With a niggun.


But it wasn’t just a song that they sang collectively. It was personal. The words of Az Yashir are individual songs. Ashira La’Hashem- I will sing to Hashem. Azi – Hashem is my strength. Zeh Kei’li- This is my God. Elokei Avi- the god of my father and I will lift Him up.


Do you know what the difference between when we left Egypt 6 days ago and the 7th day of Pesach is? When we left Egypt we left collectively as a nation. We were rescued even though we didn’t have any merits because Hashem loves the Jewish people. He promised our ancestors. He wanted us and our nation to reveal Him in this world. But we couldn’t see the downfall of Egypt. We were commanded to stay in our houses. Much like Lot and his wife with the destruction of Sodom that were not allowed to turn back and see the city overturned. They weren’t saved because of who they were and their own merits and thus couldn’t witness the retribution of the evil-doers.


The 7th day of Pesach though it changed. Each Jew saw the Egyptian that had tortured him, that had perhaps killed and drowned his baby, that had murdered his family, that had beaten, whipped, and abused him and his family being destroyed right in front of him. Hashem brought him to me and showed me how He avenges my suffering. He does this, and I can see this because I have earned it. Because I have a song in my heart and belly that is waiting to explode. Because despite everything I may have done in the past and all the things that I should’ve done and didn’t I have faith. I’ve never lost faith. I just hid it away in the shower where nobody could hear me sing about it. And now it has finally come out.


It’s amazing if you think about it, that we have started this period of the counting of the Omer in which we have a custom to observe laws of mourning. We don’t get married and we don’t listen to music. But on Chol Ha’Moed and Pesach that doesn’t start yet. Because on Pesach that song can’t be held back. It comes up from our heart and it pours out. If we merit this Pesach, hopefully we will continue to sing. There won’t be anymore mourning. No more Omer customs. We will be back in the Bais Ha’Mikdash. We will have the Levites with their instruments and songs that accompany every offering. Even that yeshivish Litvak will sing.Tully will as well. We’ve brought that song out of the Water Closet, let’s sing it loud enough that it never has to go back in again.


Have a harmonious musical Pesach and perfect Shabbos,

Rabbi Ephraim Schwartz

 

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RABBI SCHWARTZ’S FAVORITE YIDDISH PROVERB OF THE WEEK

 

Tsu itlechen neiem lid ken men tsupassen an alten niggen - To every new song one can find an old tune.

 

RABBI SCHWARTZ’S COOL VIDEO OF THE WEEK


https://soundcloud.com/ephraim-schwartz/shiras-hayam-the-song-of-the-sea-vayosha   – This is actually the tune that we sang when we crossed the Sea. It’s amazing that I remembered it… My Shiras Ha’yam composition sung by the amazing Dovid Lowy!


https://soundcloud.com/ephraim-schwartz/melech-rachamon - And of course my Melech Rachaman which you can’t hear enough times…

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bd9HZtwAiaQ  – Abie Rottenberg’s beautiful New Pesach song Al Hatzadikim. Whatta story!

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UO7ZzVidxeU    Magnificent Yeshivas Nehora singing Ba’aVur Avoseinu Amir Dvir awesome

 

https://youtu.be/BpVNeZmYkpo   And just for the fun of it Shepping Nachas does a bit of Pharaoh in pajamas

 

 

RABBI SCHWARTZ'S TOUR GUIDE EXAM QUESTION OF THE WEEK

answer below at end of Email

 

24) On the logo of which Israeli green organization does the ibex appear? _____________

The reason for that:

A) It is the most common animal in the Judean Desert and in the Negev Plateau

B) It is an animal with special characteristics such as the ability to survive and to sustain itself on a minimal amount of food

C) It is an animal that was in danger of extinction in Israel and its population was rehabilitated

D) It is an animal that appears in old texts and connects ancient times to the present day

           

RABBI SCHWARTZ'S PARSHA/SHABBOS CONNECTION OF THE WEEK

 

Shabbos Songs -Shevi'i shel Pesach Moving straight from Pesach into Shabbos is about as high as you can get. We walk out of the sea singing to Hashem of the great miracles and we head straight to our Shabbos table and rip out our bentcher and take that inspiration and raise our traditional Shabbos songs to the highest levels ever. In fact our seforim tell us (that’s just my way of saying- it sounds good and I must have heard it somewhere before, but I have no clue where 😊) that the power of all of our songs that we sing throughout the year come from that first song we sang together at the sea. The song of faith, of joy, of Hashem’s love for us. That’s what it’s all about.


The story goes how one gadol who’s child didn’t become the greatest Torah scholar to say the least and didn’t follow into his father’s footsteps once approached the Steipler Gaon and asked him how he merited to have a child like Reb Chayim Kanievsky while he personally wasn’t as fortunate. What did he do wrong? The Steipler told him that the difference was that at the asking Rabbi’s Shabbos table he recited a lot of Torah but singing wasn’t his thing. The Steipler on the other hand was always careful about singing and bringing that joyful Shabbos spirit to the table and it was in that merit that his son became Reb Chayim.


Fascinatingly enough most of the Shabbos songs that we sing were written between the 14th and 17th centuries. Many by Kabbalists in the darkest periods of Jewish history. In fact some even note that the idea behind many of the songs are that there are various laws of Shabbos that are included in the songs because in some periods it was prohibited to teach Torah or many did not have the opportunity to learn and study. This was a way of teaching those laws in the form of a song and passing on the traditions in the most memorable of ways.


As well the Zohar tells us that there is no Shabbos that Hakadosh Baruch Hu goes out to dance with the righteous in Gan Eden and when He enters, they receive Him with song and music. The Talmud in Megilla even tells us on the verse


And it was on the 7th day when the King was good with wine”- was the king not good with wine until the 7th day? Rava answers It was Shabbos when the Jews eat and drink and begin with words of Torah and words of praise. The nations of the world on the other hand only start with words of frivolity. From here we see that it is a good custom to begin our Shabbos with songs of praise to Hashem for His Mitzvos.


The Baal Ha’Tanya profoundly commented that words are the pen of the heart, while song is the pen of the soul. Just as something that is written with a pen cannot be erased so to the songs that we sing that come straight from our heart are forever etched in the heavens. They carry on from generation to generation. They connect to that original song we sang so long ago. So this Shabbos more than any other sing your hearts out. Praise and thank Hashem for Shabbos. For our lives and for our blessings. That is the song of the Redemption.

 

RABBI SCHWARTZ'S ERA’S AND THEIR PLACES AND PEOPLE IN ISRAEL OF THE WEEK

 

This column will return after Pesach.

 

RABBI SCHWARTZ’S TERRIBLE SINGER JOKES OF THE WEEK


Don't marry a singer. I married one and it was just "me, me, me" all the time.


What do you call it when a singer gets a chance? An opera-tunity!


What’s a singer’s favorite sandwich? So-la-mi.


Mordechai Ben David was dining out one night when a young newlywed chasidish young man came up to his table.

Reb Mordechai," said the yungerman, “my name is Shloimy Rosenberg. Would you please do me a favor?”

“What kind of favor?” Mordche asked.

Well, I’m here with my kallah and I want to make a good impression on her. I certainly would appreciate it if you would drop by my table and say ‘Hi, Shloimy!’

OK, Shloimy, I’ll try,” said the singer, smiling.

A little later he dropped by their table, and said, “Hi, Shloimy!”

Shloimy looked up at him and snapped, “Don’t bother me now, Murdche. Can’t you see I’m busy?”


Why are pirates such good singers? They hit the high c's...

 

Why are cats such great singers? They're very mew-sical!


What do you call a sad singer in a bath tub?  A soap opera...


Just before Rosh Hashanah, a team of terrorists invades the shul and takes the rabbi, the cantor and the shul president hostage. Hours later, the governor stands tough; he won't give them a million dollars, nor a getaway car nor a jumbo jet. The terrorists gather the three hostages in a corner and inform them that things look bad and they're going to have to shoot them. Nevertheless, to show that they're not really a bad bunch, they'll grant each hostage one wish.

"Please," says the rabbi, "for the last two months I've been working on my Rosh Hashanah sermon. What a waste to die now without having carried it before an audience. I'll go happily if you let me recite my sermon. It's two and a half hours long, tops." The terrorists promise to grant the wish.


"Please," says the cantor, "after 50 years I've finally gotten the Hinneni prayer just right. What a waste to die and not sing it to an audience. It's only about 45 minutes long, then I'll go happily." The terrorists promise to grant the cantor his wish, too, and they turn to the shul president.


"Please," says the president with tears in his eyes. "Shoot me first!"


My dad always told me I should sing tenor. Ten or twelve miles away


(For My Detroiters!) What do you call a musician who drinks soda and sing at the same time? A pop singer.

What fish sings A tune-a

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Answer is C -Certainly after Chol HaMoed Pesach when close to a half a million people have visited the National Parks of Israel one should recognize that Ibex if not from the flag but from those silly cartoons that they have with him. Now although the visitors to Masada or Ein Gedi where we see them all over might take them for granted, in fact a in the 1950’s there were declared an endangered species and it wasn’t until the late 60’s until they started repopulating them. Today there are close to 1000 Ibex’s in the area of Midbar Yehudah. But I always like to point out that in the times of King David who hid here in Ein Gedi where he composed psalms of Tehillim, he specifically mentions ha’harim la’yaelim- the hills are for the ibexes. Their peaceful calm inspired him in the psalm of Barchi Nafshi we recite each Rosh Chodesh, and their beauty inspires us until today,  So the score is now Schwartz 19.5 and 4.5 for MOT (Ministry of Tourism) on this exam.

Thursday, April 14, 2022

All Aboard- Pesach 5782 2022

 

Insights and Inspiration

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Rabbi Ephraim Schwartz

"Your friend in Karmiel"

April 15th  2022 -Volume 11 Issue 28 14th Nissan 5782

 

Pesach


All Aboard

 

Moshke was a simple Jew. He worked hard everyday as a water carrier for his little village. He had no time to learn, to read or to mess around and play games on his i-phone and post statuses. They didn’t even have i-phones or statuses back then, because nobody really had time for that back then. They got up early, they said some Tehillim, they davened and then it was out to the fields, to the chickens, the cows, and to the market to open up their shops. They came home late at night. They were tired. They prayed and ate. Wash, rinse, dry and start again. But Moshke always dreamed of one day going out to see the big world. He had heard about the big city, of their big palaces, their busy streets, monuments and all of these new fangled inventions and technologies that were there. One day, he told himself. One day I will get there. I will see and experience the incredible wonders I hear about.

 

Recently he had heard from one of his customers about this amazing new invention that people were talking about. It was something called a locomotive. A large wagon that hundreds of people could sit on and that traveled all over, without any horses attached to it. It moved almost miraculously by itself along a track. This sounded too amazing to be true. He asked someone how one can travel on something like this and he was told that he had to purchase a ticket and you merely go to the station, pay the man at the gate and you got a chance to ride upon it. Thoughts of a train ride like this filled Moshke’s dreams. He wanted to experience this more than anything else. He decided that he would do what it takes. He would scrounge, save, work extra hours and he would put away money each month for a year in order to fulfill this dream. His 40th birthday was coming up and this was going to be his present to himself.

 

Finally the big day had arrived. Moshke takes his purse with all of his hard earned money and he makes the two day journey to the larger village where the train line would pass through. He walked through the night. He slept on the synagogue benches, but the truth is he didn’t even sleep that much he just had these images and dreams of the big city and this fantastic horseless carriage he would travel on. The next morning he was there and he went to the ticket counter and asked to purchase a ticket. The man behind the counter asked him where he wanted to travel to. Moshke had no idea. He just wanted to go on the train. How much money do you have, asked the puzzled ticket guy. Moshke poured out his purse and his all of  the rubles that he had worked so hard to scrimp and save scattered all over the counter. The man counted them and handed him a first class ticket to Warsaw. That’s the furthest you can ride, he told him. It’s a six hour journey and you can board the train right outside there.

 

Moshke came outside and stood by the tracks. He saw different lines of people. Where the man had pointed him to stand though seemed like a mistake. It was all the fancy people sitting there. Doctors proffessors, ladies in the fanciest French attire and aristrocrats. Moshke looked further down and he saw some middle class people waiting to board as well, but that wasn’t his chevra either. Only all the way towards the end of the tracks did he see more of his haymish blue collar peasants so he went back there and joined them. The train arrived and it was truly magical. The quarters were a bit cramped. It was standing room only. It was sweaty and hot and after a while it started to smell. But Moshke didn’t pay too much attention. He was busy looking out the window in wonder at the passing trees, fields and cities. It was marvelous. Exactly as he had imagined,

 

All of a sudden a burly man in uniform walked into their car and gave a loud call “TICKETS PLEASE!”. Moshke didn’t really understand exactly what that meant but all around him the train car started to empty out. People started to scatter. Two jumped under a seat, another three made their way to the bathrooms to hide, while three more started to exit quickly into the next car. Moshke fearing something dangerous was happening or perhaps this was what one was supposed to do in this situation as well started to crouch below the nearest bench on the train. Hiding there and cowering in fear Moshke hoped he was doing the right thing. .Yet the next thing he knew he saw the angry face of the ticket master glaring at him under the bench as he shlepped Moshke out by his collar.

 

 Thief!” he yelled “Do you think you can sneak on a train without a ticket. Now you will pay the price and be thrown into jail”

 

Moshke didn’t know what this man was talking about.

“A whole year I worked, I saved, I put away money to ride on this train! Why are you calling me a thief?”.

The man looked at him skeptically. “You claim you bought a ticket? Then show it to me. Where’s the ticket the lady gave you at the counter.” Moshke obediently pulled out the crumpled receipt from his pocket and showed it to the man. The man checked the ticket and then turned to Moshke in surprise.”I don’t understand,” he said. “This is a first class ticket. What are you doing back here?  You should be sitting in the front. There are leather comfortable seats. We bring you drinks, there’s even Air conditioning and Wifi. Why would you sweat back here with all of the peasants and shleppers”

 

 Moshke turned to the man sorrowfully and said “But nobody told me. How was I supposed to know?”

 

What do you mean you don’t know?! Can’t you tell by how much you paid for you ticket. Your holding he most expensive ticket there is in your hands. How is it possible that you don’t even know where that ticket places you…”?

 

And thus concluded the great Maggid of Dubna is what the story of Pesach is all about. See, the holiday that we are celebrating is a strange one. We slaved, we suffered, we lost everything we had. We were murdered, our children were thrown into the river and our families were torn apart. Hashem took us out. He saved us. He preformed miracles. We’re grateful. But the truth is wouldn’t it have been better not to go through all of that. Save the miracles. Save the Matzos, We’re moichel the four cups of wine and even the afikoman present. Why are we doing all of this?

 

The answer really dates back to our forefather Avraham. Hashem had promised him the land of Israel as our inheritance. It’s a first class country. It’s the most special place on earth. It’s His chosen land where ultimately we are meant to bring his Divine presence into the world. And you know that the King of all Kings doesn’t sit in economy class. Not in farshtunkeneh Egypt, Not in Lakewood, Not in Boro Park, Momsey or the Five Towns. That’s for the shleppers.

 

Avraham is in shock when he hears this tremendous thing from Hashem. Does He know that the Jewish people are really not that fancy. Not that holy even. We like Pizza, Shwarma, Teslas and nice big backyards and watching the world from a window on a train, or subway. You know like the second class citizens. Like the gentiles and other nations of the world. How will my children know? How will I know, Avraham asks, that we will inherit it?

 

So Hashem responds to Avraham that all we will have to do is look at the price. Look at this only nation that will suffer 400 years of exile outside of our homeland. That will suffer persecution wherever we go. That will be hated, despised, hunted, and almost annihilated again and again and again. A ticket with that price tag on it, is not a second class ticket. It’s too expensive. There’s something different about it. About us. About where we are meant to be sitting in the world. It’s not anywhere near the petty Atlantic or Pacific Oceans either. It’s not in smelly stuffy Europe. Even in Eretz Yisrael which is certainly the First Class Section of the train, it’s not about sitting in the station and watching the view outside the window from our car. It’s actually sitting right next to the Engineer (or is he called a conducter?) who has joined us and is showing us how the whole train is really only moving because we brought Him there. He’s at our side.

 

V’acharey Ken yetzu b’rechush gadol- Afterwards we will leave with great bounty, Hashem promises Avraham. Do you know what that bounty is? It’s knowing that we are holding first class tickets. It’s knowing that Hashem has chosen us from all nations to be His priests, his Kohanim to the world. That seder night when Hashem skipped over our houses. We were moved to the priority boarding section of the airport. We headed straight into the lounge where we could recline with a cup of wine. We were kings and for the first time we finally knew and understood the value of the ticket we were holding. We were ready to takeoff. To leave the station.

 

Pesach night we are going on a journey. We start that train ride heading to the station out of our poverty. Avadim hayinu- we were slaves. We were in the back. We were on the bottom. We were idolators. We didn’t know who we were. We hid under the seats. Sometimes they were in bunkers, in basements and in the woods. Other times we hid in fancy houses, in shiny cars, in luxury, wealth and prosperity or so we thought, but we still were sitting in the back; in the goyishe section. We didn’t know that we held tickets that were beyond this world. That were meant to bring us to Eretz Yisrael and to the Bais Habechira. But then the conducter Himself came and picked us up. He didn’t send any burly ticket men. He came Himself. He picked us up and told us how precious we are. How much He loves us. How he wanted and always wanted to sit next to us. With us. To sing. To drink 4 cups. To celebrate.

 

Our last stop is Nirtza. We have arrived. L’Shana Ha’ba’ah B’Yerushalayim. We are finally home. The horn is blowing. All aboard. The time has finally arrived. I can’t wait to see you. He can’t as well.

 

Have an incredible miraculous Pesach,

Rabbi Ephraim Schwartz

 

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RABBI SCHWARTZ’S FAVORITE YIDDISH PROVERB OF THE WEEK

 

Me meynt nit di hagode, nor di kneydlekh..- You don’t mean the hagadah, only the Matza Balls

 

RABBI SCHWARTZ’S COOL VIDEO OF THE WEEK

 

https://soundcloud.com/ephraim-schwartz/melech-rachamon   – Listen to my latest Pesach composition  Melech Rachaman- It’s truly my nicest song.

 

https://soundcloud.com/ephraim-schwartz/eliyahu-hanavi - You have not done your Pesach Seder properly unless you sing this Rabbi Schwartz fan- favorite Eliyahoo Yahoo song. He’s waiting for you to sing it for him. It’s his favorite one

 

https://soundcloud.com/ephraim-schwartz/melech-rachamon   Ok one more time just to make sure you remember it 😊

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t1k6HmUY6ZkAnd my favorite new Acapella Pesach release- 613 Acapella  A Billy Joel Pesach

 

 

RABBI SCHWARTZ'S TOUR GUIDE EXAM QUESTION OF THE WEEK

answer below at end of Email

 

23)  The Irgun (ETZEL) ship that sank off the coast of Tel Aviv was called: _________

The ship arrived at the coasts of Israel:

A)  Following Operation Agatha (“Black Sabbath”) (ha’shabat ha’shechora)

B)  Around the Partition Resolution

C)  On the evening of the declaration of the establishment of the State of Israel

D)  After the establishment of the State of Israel  

           

RABBI SCHWARTZ'S PARSHA/SHABBOS CONNECTION OF THE WEEK

 

Me and You -Pesach -  It’s not often that the Pesach Seder falls out on Shabbos evening and when it does it is an extra special dosage of love. See, in the Mitzva of counting the Omer which we will begin on Motzai Shabbos this year we will fulfill the commandment that the Torah tells us to count mimacharas ha’shabbos- the day after Shabbos. Our sages and Jewish tradition always understood that Pesach was also referred to as Shabbos. However the Saducees and literalists wold count after the Shabbos of Pesach. This year though we all would count Omer on the same day. Isn’t that cool in of itself?

 

However why is Pesach referred to as a day of Shabbos. There is in fact a special connection between the two days. See by Shabbos we are told that it is a covenant “Beini U’Bein Bnai Yisrael.- between Me, Hashem says, and the Children of Israel. The Maharit notes that the Torah doesn’t tell us Shabbos is a covnenant between us. Rather it says between Me and you. There is no one else involved. It is a private moment. It’s when the we unite and become one with our Creator. That really all got it’s start on Pesach night.

 

Pesach night the Torah and Hashem puts much emphasis that He is the one that took us out. There were no angels. There were no other forces. It was just us and Hashem. We became one on Seder Night. It is to a large degree when we became wed as a nation with Hashem. We circumcised before we ate our Pesach land. It was a treaty that bound us in blood and flesh with Him. It brought Shabbos that had been waiting since the Creation of the World down to our nation. Every Shabbos we remember Pesach- Zecher l’yitzias Mitzrayim- for Hashem on Seder Night who until that point was Master of the World from Above, finally had the nation where He could rest His presence on this world. This seder we experience that twofold love together. How amazing is that?!

 

RABBI SCHWARTZ'S ERA’S AND THEIR PLACES AND PEOPLE IN ISRAEL OF THE WEEK

 

This column will return after Pesach.

 

RABBI SCHWARTZ’S TERRIBLE TRAIN JOKES OF THE WEEK

 

Ticket inspectors. You’ve got to hand it to them…

 

 What’s the difference between a teacher and a railway security guard? One trains the mind, the other minds the trains…

 

I miss the old days of railway when the engineer had plenty of esteem.

 

what do you call a train with buble gum? a chew chew train

 

Jim had always wanted to run a train. It was his dream since he was a child. His mind was set and no other career moved him the way a train had. He did well in school, and when he was accepted to the local Railway school, he was stoked.4 years later, he had his first job of running the train, and he could not contain his excitement. He went all along the tracks, left and right, forward and back, until he hit something on the rail and the train flew off the tracks, causing a disaster.

 

Jim was sentenced to death, executed by an electric chair. When asked for a last meal, Jim simply replied: "I will have one banana." After finishing his banana, he was sent to the chair. However, it didn't work. The electric chair had no effect. Jim was set free by the police force, and got a job at another train station. He sped along the tracks, he simply could not contain his excitement! However, he was careless and crashed into another train.

 

Jim, imprisoned again, was sentenced to death, by the electric chair. "What would you like for your final meal?" the chief of police asked. Jim simply replied "I would like two bananas." He finished his bananas and was again strapped to the electric chair, only to have it fail again. Jim was set free again.

Another train station had a job opening and Jim applied again. He went all over the tracks, left and right, until he ran over a man. Sent to death again, Jim had one request for his final meal. "I will have three bananas." After consuming his bananas, he was sent to the electric chair. He survived the biggest shock of his life.

"I don't get it," the chief of police said. "This electric chair is our best piece of machinery, yet you've survived three times. How do you do it? Is it the bananas you keep eating?"

"Oh, it's nothing," said Jim.

"I'm just a bad conductor."

 

Moshe is waiting on the platform at the station. He notices a Jewish man standing nearby and asks him for the time. But the man ignores him. Moshe then asks him again, and the man responds in the same way. Frustrated, Moshe asks "Excuse me, but I've asked you for the time twice, why are you ignoring me"

Suddenly, the man looks up and says, "We're both waiting for the train, if I answer you, then when we get on the train you will come and sit next to me, we will probably start talking, and I may invite you to my house for Shabbat, there you will meet my daughter, you will probably like her, you may eventually want to marry her, and to be honest with you, WHY WOULD I WANT A SON IN LAW WHO CAN'T AFFORD A WATCH?"

 

Sadie Cohen lived in an integrated neighborhood on Long Island. A neighbor, a very friendly and generous black woman, stopped by one Saturday and offered, "Mrs Cohen, I have to go to NYC this afternoon to meet my daughter. Can I get you anything?"

Mrs. Cohen thanked her and counter-offered, "Listen, I have a commuter's ticket for the train. Why don't you use my ticket, and you'll bring it back tonight. After all, it's paid for. Why should you pay extra?"

The neighbor thanked her and with the ticket in hand, made her way to the train station. When the train arrived, she boarded, and as the conductor walked through, he happened to glance at the ticket, noticing the name "Sadie Cohen.".

The conductor asked, "Excuse me, madam, are you Sadie Cohen , the person whose name appears on this ticket?"

The woman smiled sweetly and nodded her head in the affirmative.

More than a little suspicious, the conductor asked, "Would you let me compare signatures? Would you mind signing your name?"

The black lady turned indignantly to the conductor and snapped, "Man, are you crazy? You want me to write on Shabbos?

 

Sadie sits down next to an attractive man on the train and says, "You look just like my fourth husband".

The man replies, "Your fourth husband? So how many times have you been married, lady?"

"Three," replies Sadie.

 In an all-Jewish school, a Russian man decided to disrupt a math class. He stormed in and cried, "You Jews think you're so smart, try and answer this! There are seven trains going all around the country with sixteen cars on each train. There are thirty-three people on each car. How old am I?"

No one responds. A boy in the back stands up and says, "48."

Amazed, the Russian says "Yes! How did you know?"

The boy replied, "There's a man in our village that's twenty-four and is only half meshugah."

 After months of negotiation with the authorities, a Talmudist from Odessa was finally granted permission to visit Moscow . He boarded the train and found an empty seat. At the next stop, a young man got on and sat next to him. The scholar looked at the young man and he thought:

This fellow doesn't look like a peasant, so if he is no peasant he probably comes from this district. If he comes from this district, then he must be Jewish because this is, after all, a Jewish district.

But on the other hand, since he is a Jew, where could he be going? I'm the only Jew in our district who has permission to travel to Moscow . Ahh, wait! Just outside Moscow there is a little village called Samvet, and Jews don't need special permission to go to Samvet. But why would he travel to Samvet? He is surely going to visit one of the Jewish families there. But how many Jewish families are there in Samvet? Aha, only two - the Bernsteins and the Steinbergs. But since the Bernsteins are a terrible family, such a nice looking fellow like him, he must be visiting the Steinbergs.

But why is he going to the Steinbergs in Samvet? The Steinbergs have only daughters, two of them, so maybe he's their son-in-law. But if he is, then which daughter did he marry? They say that Sarah Steinberg married a nice lawyer from Budapest , and Esther married a businessman from Zhitomer, so it must be Sarah's husband. Which means that his name is Alexander Cohen, if I'm not mistaken.

But if he came from Budapest , with all the anti-Semitism they have there, he must have changed his name. What's the Hungarian equivalent of Cohen? It is Kovacs. But since they allowed him to change his name, he must have special status to change it. What could it be? Must be a doctorate from the University. Nothing less would do.

At this point, therefore, the scholar of Talmud turns to the young man and says, "Excuse me. Do you mind if I open the window, Dr. Kovacs?"

"Not at all," answered the startled co-passenger. "But how is it that you know my name?"

"Ahhh," replied the Talmudist, "It was obvious."

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Answer is D -This one was also pretty easy. The sinking of the Altalena an arms ship that was being smuggled into Israel by Menachem Begin who was leading the Irgun by Yitzchak Rabin which ended up killing 16 Irgun soldier was one of the most tragic stories in the founding of the State. Being didn’t trust Ben Gurion who wanted to absorb his army into one IDF and so Ben Gurion who understood that there could only be one Jewish army stopped them and demanded they disembark. Begin thought they were bluffing. They weren’t. Until the end of his life Begin never really forgave them. It’s a tragic story that’s final irony perhaps is that Rabin who killed Jewish soldiers was himself killed by a Jew. So the score is now Schwartz 18.5 and 4.5 for MOT (Ministry of Tourism) on this exam.