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Friday, April 24, 2026

I - Openers- Parshat Acharey Mos- Kedoshim 2026 5786

 Insights and Inspiration

from the

Holy Land

from

Rabbi Ephraim Schwartz

"Your friend in Karmiel"

April 24th 2026 -Volume 16 Issue 26 7th of Iyar 5786

 

Parshat Acharey Mos- Kedoshim

 

I- Openers

 

It was an eye-opening conversation. Something that I never really thought about. That I took and take for granted and assumed because it meant so much to me. Because, I felt it was so obvious and so incredible, and almost incomprehensible how one could feel the way that I do. But I was so wrong. It really shifted my mindset. I gave me a lot to mull about and process. I'll share it with you, because that's what I always do. But, I sure am curious what you have say about this as well.

 

It was this past Wednesday, which here in Israel is celebrated as Yom Ha'Atzmaut. At least by most, I should preface. For others its also a celebration and an excuse to bash the State, to bash those that say Hallel- with or without a bracha, or say tachanun or not. As well to bash those that don't say. You know, your typical Jewish fun and recreational sport "brother bashing". Personally, I don't really like to play that game. I'm in the major leagues. I like to bash the bashers on both sides. Why limit your fun to only one team?

 

But anyways, I was having a conversation with my neighbor, Meir, who had just come back from his Pesach trip with his family from America. Now, I just want to clarify who Meir is. He's not an American. He's Israeli- Israeli. This is Karmiel, not Ramat Beit Shemesh or Ramat Eshkol. He's an avreich/ Kollel Rabbi here. He's Chariedi. He's never been on a plane in his life. He's never left Israel. Yet, he has a brother-in-law that lives there in New York and family in Lakewood and they invited them to come with his family for the Chag. At first he wasn't sure he could make it there with the war and skies shut. But in the end he did what way too many did, unfortunately in my opinion, and headed down to Egypt, Taba, flew through Europe- I asked him if he waved at the concentration camps along the way, and headed to Galus America for the holiday that celebrates the ability of the Jewish people to have the strength to break free from that slavery galus mentality and mindset and come to Israel. I can't imagine the irony of that whole thing that happened this year was lost on anyone. Not that it stopped them from leaving…

 

So Meir had just come back yesterday and we schmoozed about his trip. Needless to say, he was enthralled. I asked him if he learned English. He told me that he was in Boro Park most of the time and Lakewood so he didn't really need it much, although his yiddish has gotten a lot better. In terms of what he experienced there though was truly disheartening. He said he didn't feel any anti-semitism, surprisingly enough. Although he did say his relatives there expressed more nervousness. But in regards to the lifestyle, he couldn't even compare it. America is amazing. The people are nice (In New York!!!). The stores are friendly. The quality of the meat, the steaks, the shopping was out of this world. And just the whole Torah lifestyle, the shiurim, the classes, the minyanim, the nice shuls. He saw Batei Midrash full of people learning. Nice Mikvaos. There were no missiles. No sirens. No Jews protesting or fighting. People worked, supported their families. Had nice homes and schools. It's a good life, he told me. It's an amazing one. I can't imagine anyone leaving there and moving here. In fact he expressed admiration and even a bit of incredulity that I or anyone from America would leave and move here. 

 

This wasn't the first time, I've had this reaction from Israelis, who look at you a bit crazy for making Aliya. I'm used to it. They were born here. They don't get it. The grass is always greener. Rav Margalit, the Rav of Karmiel has told me numerous times that one of the most important things that Olim bring to Eretz Yisrael is that enthusiasm and appreciation for the land that Israelis take for granted. That wasn't the chiddush or epiphany that Meir gave me. It was what he said next that really blew my mind.

 

"I don't think I or any chareidi Kollel guy living here in Israel if we would've been born there would ever move here or make aliya…."

 

Boom! That was what he said that hit me. Because to a large degree I think he's right. I know I shouldn't generalize. I've never done a statistic or a poll. I just know people. A lot of people. They're my friends. We learn. We schmooze. We daven together. They come to my shul. The truth is many of them love it here and really, I believe most of them, if given the choice and even good money and lives in America wouldn't leave for anything. And that it is a big zechus to be here. And I believe they even thank Hashem for that merit and privilege. Yet, at the same time, I don't think there's any question that if they would've been born in America they would never make Aliyah. It's not a value to them in that way. It doesn't mean to them, even now, what it means to me. And that was a very eye-opening conversation to have on Yom Ha'atzma'ut with my neighbor here in Israel. And it really bothered me a lot.

 

To be honest, which I usually try to be, at least with myself… I know that I didn't move here because it was a value or something that I really appreciated or was in a real sense connected to. It was a pragmatic decision more than anything else. It was right for the point I was in my life, from a financial standpoint. Or more precisely from a lack of financial standpoint. I was out of a job and I figured once I'm starting fresh, it's easier to do that here than there with a lot less upfront tuition, health insurance etc… expenses. And if I'm going to be poor, here at least you get a mitzva by living here and your mere existence is meaningful. But it wasn't out of any deep passion or love for the land, the air, the even incredible fulfillment of the dreams of all my ancestors. It was a mitzva. It made sense. Why not?

 

Had the opportunity not presented itself, I doubt I would've come. I might even still be there. In Iowa, Seattle or Virginia. Not Lakewood or Boro Park though… you couldn't pay me enough…😊 So I understood what he was saying. It just shook me to the core and gave me a whole new perspective on the people, my friends living here.

 

They really don't get it. It's not part of their heart and soul as it is to mine. They don't see it as truly being essential to what it means to be a servant and chosen one of Hashem. They don't feel their lives and every step that they take here has purpose, has meaning. They're not living like I am. I'm not blaming them. I just think I understand them and perhaps what goes on in this world and here so much more with that insight. This has nothing to do with the State at all. Or without the State. It's nothing to do with the Army or even wars from enemies from without and within. It's if I had to put this in to one sentence description, I'd say they're living here in Eretz Yisrael not too much differently then many chareidi Jews living in America. They like the land and benefits and freedoms, but they're really not invested or connected or see much value in the land or country itself on a spiritual level. And that is so sad.

 

The truth is I have that same perspective about non-religious or observant Jews in America. I don't look down upon them. I'm sad for them. They don't have Shabbos. They don't have Torah. They don't have the same relationship with Hashem and expression and connections that I have, because of the gifts of my upbringing and education. To be honest as well with myself, and certainly its something that I developed over my 15 years of Jewish outreach work in far-out places in America, I understood that if I would've born and raised like they were, then the chances were that I would never become frum. I wouldn't pursue that type of life. It's easy being non-religious, not keeping kosher, not having to worry about what you watch, how you speak, where you live, how you spend your money. To live a life without a higher purpose. I don't judge them. I certainly don't hate them or even look down on them. I really would be them. I would be the guy still living in America. I'd be the Kollel guy living in Israel without an appreciation for the land. And I wouldn't have even a clue and how blessed and how much I was missing out on by not being the person, that really through no great action or even inspiration of my own, I am fortunate enough to be today.

 

All these thoughts, epiphanies and self-reflections come after another few days out there in the Sinai desert farming by my friend once again this week. It seems I couldn't get enough of it last week to return yet to society. I was like a metzora that needed a second week of isolation. Of hisbodedus and meditation while connecting and slurping up the holiness pouring out of the land of Eretz Yisrael, the brown sandy desert that was flourishing and becoming green before my eyes. That process which I think is really so essential and what this period between Pesach and Shavuos is all about. The journey from exile, slavery and the 49th level of tumah, to redemption, freedom and the revelation of Hashem is what we are meant to be counting to and focusing on. And that journey really continues from last week's two parshiyot of metzora and tumah to this week's two portions of Acharei Mos the service of Yom Kippur and Kedoshim, becoming holy. It's what one is meant to learn in their second week and step of being alone outside the camp.

 

Acharey Mos and that service of the kohen being alone in the holy of holies, I've noted in previous years, doesn't even mention that this service takes place on Yom Kippur until 29 verses into the parsha. The commentaries note this. It's almost as if its meant to be read as an eternal message for all of us all year round "when we want to come into the Kodesh" the holy. It's a process in which we become embodied in the Kohen Gadol and he is us and we are him alone with Hashem in that private room. The process is one of recognizing that there is a lottery that takes place. We all have a goral- in life. A role that we were given that we did nothing to choose. Our job is to make that choice we've been given and to bring it to Hashem while sending the other one out to the mountain, to the midbar, to that isolated place and throw it off the cliff. It doesn't get much deeper and more personal. And it seems that it is really the only true starting point to being able to come close to Hashem and experience that revelation of Him within ourselves.

 

If Acharey Mos is about the Kohen within each of us, Kedoshim is about all of us being gathered together as one and taking that inner holiness and we've found within ourselves and moving back to the camp and finding it in everyone. About becoming a mamleches kohanim and goy kadosh- a kingdom of priests and a holy nation. It starts with the realization that we all have fathers and mothers. We're human. We come from somewhere. We're part of a legacy, a chain we're meant to continue. We have a goral. We all have that. We all share that. Just as we understand that we need to follow that knowledge of that with the fact that there is a third partner. There is Shabbos. We have a Creator. It is from Hashem that it all starts. Our parents are obligated in His honor because He's their Parent as well. We're not turning outside to any false gods or values. We're not bowing to any masecha- any face masks that cover up our essence. We're holy. Ani Hashem Elokeichem. Hashem is our God and we are one with Him and have found Him in ourselves.

 

When we get that we can then bring Shelamim sacrifices. We're complete. We're looking at the whole picture. We can eat a portion, we can give a portion to Hashem and we can give to the Kohen who connected us. We appreciate the sanctity of the time we have together with him. The fleeting moment that leaves if we miss out on it. We recognize the holiness of the place Hashem has put us and where we are complete with Him. We're not thinking about being somewhere else. We're fully present with him in the moment. We're not on phone. We're not looking at someone else's life. It's only when we do that then we are shaleim and when we can't do that then we're cut off. We're disconnected from Him and from our essence.

 

If one follows that introduction and mindset as you read through the parsha it has so much more meaning. It's not just laws. It's not chukim. It's not mitzvos or ethics. It's holiness. It's rising above the mundane and connecting with ourselves and Hashem within us. It's about understanding how every Jew has their own circumstance, their own challenges, their own story, their own occupation, their own temptations, sins and pitfalls and their own relationship with Hashem. We each have a goral. His is not mine and mine is not his, but each of ours are connected to Hashem. They come from the same source. The same Parent.

 

Perhaps the center of all of this in our parsha is what Rabbi Akiva tells us is klal gadol ba'torah and what Hillel says is the entire Torah on one foot. Loving your friend like yourself. What is hated upon you don't do to him. The essence of the Torah is premised on the two criterion that lie in this commandment and dictum. The first is two know and truly understand who I am. To take off all my masks, to look deep into what really makes me who I am. To be honest with my challenges, my sins, my weaknesses and my failures and to understand that at the end of the day, I still love myself. I love myself, because I understand that deep down there's a holy good divine spark within me that's untainted. That there is Ani Hashem within me.

 

As long as I'm still wearing all my masks and patting myself on the back, then you really aren't connected to that. You're taking credit for something that you don't deserve. You're kochi vi'otzem yadi asah li es ha'chayil ha'zeh. It doesn't make a difference if you're saying that in a secular Israeli army and see your victory over 5 arab nations as coming from the strength and heroism of your army and soldiers, or if you're sitting in the Bais Medrash in Lakewood or in Kollel in Jerusalem and feel that all your learning, your Torah, your chesed and mitzvos is because you're such a naturally good frum person and a gaon olam who's a big masmid and is sacrificing the world and gashmiyus for that avoda. Your sacrifice to make yourself feel good and meaningful is no different than the soldier who as well gives up this world to go fight for his meaning and sacrifice and sense of worth and genius. At the end of the day, it's still attributing it all to your kochi- your strength. You're not realizing it's just a goral. It's where Hashem placed you.

 

The second criterion once one has understood themselves, once they've found their "kamocha" is to then find it in the rest of our holy nation. To understand what their goral is. They are rey'acha because Hashem is their Ra'ayah as well. He is their friend. He is their shepherd. We're all His sheep. The verses before the mitzva of loving your friend begins with the fascinating uniquely Jewish perspective. Goyim say don't judge anyone. Don't be so judgy. Its not good to be judgey lest you yourself be judged. That's not what the Torah tells and teaches us. The goyishe approach is to live and let live. Judaism and the Torah doesn't believe in that. In fact quite the opposite. The Torah demands that we judge everyone. It's natural. It's the way we were built. Yet here comes the hard part.

 

B'tzedek tishopt amisecha- Judge them with tzedek. Find them righteous. As Rashi tells us

 

Hevei dan es kol adam l'kaf zechus- One should judge their friend favorably to the side of merit.  

 

Our job is to judge favorably. To look at them and see in them that same spark that you found in yourself. To see the Ani Hashem in him as well. To realize that if you were in his boat, if you had his goral, you might be the same way. Yet, you weren't. You were given a different goral. You are more blessed. Hashem put you in a different place. Why? It's not because of anything special about you. It's not because of anything you've done or deserved. It's because He has a job for you here. It's hochayach tochayach es amisecha- It's perhaps to show and share with your unfortunate friend, what he's missing. What he can become. How great and holy and how special he is as well. To help him find the Ani Hashem inside himself as well.

 

When one comes with that approach, the verses that follow are natural. You won't hate your brother in your heart, you won't want to take revenge, won't want to spite him or embarrass him. He's just as holy as you. Doing so would be a chilul Hashem of the godliness within him. It would be embarrassing or desecrating Hashem. Being spiteful to Him. And in doing so, hurting yourself as well. Not judging him favorably. Living and let living, or god forbid doing worse by looking down and shaming or excoriating him is standing by on his blood. It's draining him of the life force that needs to be revealed within him. It's minimizing the shechina in the world. And thus yourself in the process.

 

Each day of this holy month of Iyar we count. We add a number each day. We get closer and closer. Each day we build on the previous one. We're on a journey to Sinai. Each day we move further and further from Egypt from being constrained to being free. To moving beyond this world. To the complete redemption. It's a job that is meant to be done in the field. It's the counting of that Omer. It's uplifting that barley offering and the old wheat and coming to the chadash- the new wheat. On Shavuot, the offering we bring is the shnai ha'lechem- the two loaves of bread. Lechem is gematria 78. The shnai Ha'lechem is the years of 78. May this 78th year of Hashem blessing us with our own State to return to, be the one that we finally merit to bring that together with Him in His home rebuilt.

 

Have a holy Shabbos,

 

Rabbi Ephraim Schwartz 

 

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YIDDISH PROVERB OF THE WEEK

 

" Besser zikh tsu vintshen aider yenem tsu shelten."– Better to pray for yourself than to curse another.

 

RABBI SCHWARTZ'S COOL VIDEO OF THE WEEK

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fNIadAMPp6M – Amazing Reb Asher Weiss on Israeli Soldier shaylas


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VsidUkVq1eQ   - If you have time an amazing great and Fun interview/podcast with my buddy Michael and Eli Friedman about Aliyah


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ziVmUK6r6_Q&list=RDziVmUK6r6_Q&start_radio=1&t=50s    - Here's Kempeh's whole new acapella album starting off with that amazing Ohr Ein Sof


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z6NDclFLRSs   – Baruch Levine latest Acapella Release album the longing for "We are one".


RABBI SCHWARTZ'S TOUR GUIDE EXAM QUESTION OF THE WEEK

answer below at end of Email

 

29. A spring in which the emanation of water occurs intermittently is called a __________ spring


Which of the following public struggles in Israel has failed?

A. The struggle to provide access to the shores of the Sea of Galilee 

B. The struggle to prevent the privatization of the Dead Sea Works 

C. The struggle to preserve wildflowers

D. The struggle to prevent construction in Jerusalem's Gazelle Valley     

  

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


Hallel Post Purim?- 352 BCWe know the story of Purim in a nutshell. They tried to kill us. We won. Let's eat and drink. The part that we sometimes forget is how the "we won" part happened. There was no ceasefire or Trump. It was the Jews that took up swords and guns and slaughtered 75,000 anti-Semites around the world. Men, women and children. We killed them. Not in Israel. But in Iran. In Poland. In The Hague and in Gracie Mansion. We killed them all. And that's what we celebrate. Think about that at your next peace rally. It wasn't Mashiach. It wasn't King David's army. It wasn't Chasmonaim and Maccabees. It was good Jews with guns that understood what self- defense and pre-emptive strikes on heir enemies and neighbors that want to kill them if they had the chance. It was Hamas lovers. And it was understanding that we can't rely on the goyim to do the job for us….

 

But in the end we were saved. It was miraculous. So we celebrate. What about saying Hallel? As the gemara puts it. If when we left Egypt from slavery to freedom and we say Hallel so certainly when we go from death and genocide to life? So why not say Hallel? And on that note- and pay attention to the answers of the Gemara here- how does this apply to saying Hallel on the miracles of today? Of Yom Ha'Atzmaut?

 

So the gemara gives three reasons why we don't say Hallel on Purim. Reb Chiya Bar Avin says the reason is because once we entered the land of Israel miracles that take place in any other land is not worthy of saying Hallel in. Perhaps because our entire existence there is meaningless. It's sad. It's like Hashem changing the lightbulb in your prison cell, or your tunnel in Gaza or Lakewood or Volozhin. It's not anything worthy of saying Hallel for. What would that mean in regards to miracles here today? You tell me…

The next reason given is Rav Nachman who says that the reading of the Megilla is actually the Hallel and takes its place. If that's the case then it would seem that the recital of Hallel is in fact obligatory even today in circumstances of death to life salvation like that story. Or like 1948 when we were outnumbered by 5 armies 10 times the size and for 1967 as well in the Six-day war and perhaps even with thousands of ballistic missiles falling on us today.

 

The third reason given by Rava is that when we left Egypt we were no longer slaves of Pharaoh, but today we're still slaves of Achashveirosh. We remained slaves under Persia even in the first part of the return to Israel post- Achashveirosh and then we were slaves to Greece, until we became independent after the war and miracle of the Jewish army Chanuka time. Chanuka is our first Yom Ha'atzmaut and Hallel was said on the miracles of that day! As the Rambam notes Jewish sovereignty was restored for 200 years. Seemingly Jewish sovereignty over Israel is a reason to recite Hallel on miracles.

 

That period ended with Rome taking back control. Rome incidentally took control because we invited them in and asked them to help us with our problems. The question today though perhaps is are we still slaves to Rome? To Achashveirosh? To Trump? Are we free and sovereign to do what we need to do to make this a Jewish country. Are we free to destroy all of the idolatry from the land and certainly from Jerusalem? The churches, the mosques to expel and execute our enemies? If your answer is yes… then according to Rava you should say Hallel. If it’s no, we can't do that… Then According to the first two opinions you should say it anyways. Afterall any salvation of genocide is worthy of saying Hallel and certainly if its in the land of Israel.

 

I'm not a posek. Certainly not yours. But for those that don't say Hallel, because they see that golden pimple on the Temple Mount and say we're still in galus and jail… Then they need to do something about that. They need to truly long to bring that day and do whatever they can to make it happen. To come, to vote, to declare an end to this tyranny and to daven for the day of the fall of Rome…. When we can finally declare Hashem's sovereignty on the land.

 

RABBI SCHWARTZ’S TERRIBLE MEDITATION JOKES OF THE WEEK

 

What do you call a meditation retreat? A concentration camp… (we're off to a bad start..)

 

I tried to get a job teaching meditation. But I didn't have a good inner view

 

If I were a farmer, how would I measure my height? From my head, tomatoes.

 

A man's wife decides to take up meditation, among other things

The man asked his wife why she was doing meditation. And she answered that she was feeling lost and trying to find herself.

So the man went and printed out a map of their local area, then made a pen mark where their house was on the map with a caption that said "You are here". Then presented the map put in a picture frame to his wife.

 

A pond would tell you about introspection. if it wasn't so busy self-reflecting.

 

I bought my wife a book on Mindfulness...... but she didn't appreciate the present.

 

A Dolphin meets the Buddha. The Buddha says you may ask me any question young dolphin and I shall answer for you.The Dolphin thinks about what he should ask and after several minutes of soul searching he ask the Buddha "What is my Porpoise in life?"

 

I recently took up meditation. It beats sitting around doing nothing.

 

Yankel has just reached his 110th birthday. A reporter comes to his birthday party and says, “Excuse me, sir, but how did you come to be so old?

Yankel replies, “It’s easy. The secret is never to argue with anyone.”

The reporter is not impressed. “That’s insane!” he says. “It has to be something else – diet, meditation, or ‘something.’ Just not arguing won’t keep you alive for 110 years!”

Yankel looks at the reporter and says, “Y’know, maybe you’re right.”

A humble monk sits at the peak of a hill that overlooks where the grassy Earth meets a river, and the river flows with the breeze, and the breeze explores a mountain range, and the mountains neighbor the sky, and the sky conceals the entire universe, hiding the unknown in plain sight. Softly, the monk exhales "Ooooomm".

He repeats this until a noise, very quietly, breaks his chant.

"moo."

The monk stops for a moment, and without changing his position, dismisses it. "Ooooooommm."

He begins again. Slightly longer this time, he's interrupted again, "moooo."

The monk turns to find a cow looking up at him from the bottom of the hill. "Kind cow," the monk says, "please do not interrupt my meditation."

The cow stares blankly back at the monk. The monk sighs and continues.

"Oooooommmm-"

Even louder, "Mmmooooooooo."

"Dear cow, I must reach enlightenment. Please, refrain from making your cow noises or find another hill."

The monk continues again, "Oooooooommmm-"

"MMMmmoooooooooooO!" The cow exclaims.

The monk stands up angrily, "Cow! Why must you interrupt my chanting?"

The cow replies, "Because you're saying it backwards!

 

Tired of the modern world, a businessman visited a monastery to seek a simpler life

Entering the monastery, he saw monks in simple robes practicing their meditations and tending to the grounds.

"Ahh," he thought, "here is a life free from distraction!"

But walking into the study halls, he discovered monks staring into laptops. In the wings, he saw monks typing on iPads. Shaken by this intrusion of the outside world into monastic life, he sought out the abbot.

The abbot looked up from his phone, greeted the man and asked if he had a question.

"Abbot, I came here expecting a place free from distraction, and yet I see distraction all around. Tell me, is it now acceptable for monks to spend their time answering emails?"

"Of course," said the abbot, "provided there are no attachments."

 

The Police Officer fronted the press conference. "A major incident happened at the Goodsprings Buddhism and Yoga Retreat this morning. To put it frankly, it was a bloodbath,” explained the Commissioner.

A sea of hands go up from the journalists.

When did this happen, and why?” asked the first.

The Commission replied “Pre-meditation.”

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The answer to this week's question is B– So this was one of those interesting questions that would have been easier in Hebrew than English. The correct answer is a rhythmic spring, a term I never really learned or knew. Although it’s a pretty easy one. I knew there was a term for it. I thought it was called a kziv spring, which means that its false, not always reliable. I was wrong. The correct term is nachal po'em- which means rhythm. The gichon by Ir Dovid is one as well as Mabua and there are many more. The second part though was easy. Israel did the Gazelle and the wildflowers and plenty of beach accesss by the Kineret. And of course the Dead Sea Cabal breakup is never going to happen. Because we can improve and fix Hashem's world. But we can't stop scandal crime and government shmutz and beuaracracy and payoffs. Oh well… Mashiach will take care of that.  So half right and wrong on this one score is no Rabbi Schwartz having a 20.5 points and the MOT having 8.5 points on this latest Ministry of Tourism exam.

Friday, April 17, 2026

Sounds of Sinai with Farmer Schwartz- Parshat Tazria Metzora 2026 5786

                                                                   Insights and Inspiration

from the

Holy Land

from

Rabbi Ephraim Schwartz

"Your friend in Karmiel"

April 16th 2026 -Volume 16 Issue 25 30th of Nissan 5786

 

Tazria- Metzora

 Sounds of Sinai with Farmer Schwartz

 

I needed to get away. I'm warred out, but even worse than being warred out is being cease-fired out. Really. I'm the guy who just wants to rip off the band-aid and be done with it. I'll pay extra for something to get done right, just so I don't have to deal with all of the headache and hassle to do it again and again and go back and go back. I don't like to wait on lines. It's why I become friends very quickly with the people that can skip me and my tourists those lines, which is nice. I love fast food. I want things over, done, quick. Cease fires are the opposite of that. It's just prolonging the pain. And it's really annoying…

 

Mashiach was supposed to come this Pesach, wasn't he? I thought I read this in a very popular weekly E-Mail, that usually gets things right. So what happened? Why didn't he come? How did you mess this up for me? It wasn't my fault he didn't come. It wasn't my fault Trump didn't just Gog and Magog them to Gehenom. I stood at my doorpost Seder night and yelled out Shefoch Chamascha (emphasis on Chamas) to Hashem when I opened up the door for Eliyahu Ha'Navi. By the way, it's particularly cool to yell that out when there are F16's flying over your head on their way to Lebanon to do exactly that, while you're saying it… Fascinating enough, I saw the Mishna Berura, who was not that much into segulas and Chasidic stuff, in only one place brings down a segula to bring Mashaich. He says it right here, about opening up the door for Eliyahu and saying pour out your wrath on all your enemies to Hashem, in a very loud voice. So that your neighbors in Jackson and Brookly hear you. I did that this year… I guess one of you didn't. Thank You… Ceasefire…

 

So, I needed to get away. I'm sick of missiles and sirens. Yeah, even worse than a ceasefire is the fact that it only means we have to stop shooting. Meanwhile sirens still going off in Karmiel. Mashiach didn't come. I have no tourists or work. I'm pretty much finished with my next upcoming Books first draft (stay tuned for War Torah ads and promos coming your way…). I can't even go to my gym because they don't have a shelter. And to be honest I'm even soldiered out already… I needed to get away. But where? And to do what?

 

So that's how I found myself in middle of nowhere for the past few days. Sof Ha'Olam as they say in Hebrew, the end of the world. I'm here in a field by the border of Sinai, in a place called Be'er Milka, by a friend of mine, Gal, who has a farm here on the edge of the desert. There really hasn't been much of a war here. I think the entire past few years, they've perhaps only had two or three sirens. It's menutak- disconnected. Chutz la'machaneh- outside of the camp. There's barely even any cell or internet service. It's the place to come to when you want to be alone. It's the place to learn that as a yid you really never are.

 

  I've spent the past week helping him along with Gavriel, who lives out there in a small trailer alone, taking care of his vineyards. Gal lives in the Yishuv with his large family 10 minutes away while, Gavriel, though is by himself and this week I joined him to tap into some of that incredible quiet and solitude that only the Midbar can provide. There truly is nothing like it.

 

Each morning I wake before sunrise and just walk around and marvel at the quiet, the one-ness of the universe. The vastness of the sky, the stars and watch the rising sunrise as I daven. It's being one with Creation. With my Creator. After breakfast and some learning it's out to the fields. It's cutting weeds with the chermesh, the electric weedwhacker, which is kind of fun. Even more than that, I would say it's kind of holy. As I knock down those weeds, I keep hearing the verses in my head of how Hashem will and should destroy our enemies, evil like weeds. On Rosh Hashana we dip an apple in honey as a sign for a sweet year. Some eat dates or leeks or carrots as a sign that Hashem should wipe karsi- destroy, tamar- eradicate, gezer- cut down – our enemies. I found the weedwhacker to be a much more powerful image and siman. Very therapeutic too…smacking down all of those Hamas, Hezbollah and Iranian weeds.

 

It's then the pruning of the grape vines time. Leaf after leaf. Cutting off the bad ones. Watching and nurturing the vines and strengthening them. Making them beautiful clean and pure. Imagining the grapes that will be here in a few weeks fully ripe and the wine that will come from them. I picture that wine of Sinai being poured on the mizbayach. I say psalms of King David as I work. Actually, I don't even say them, they just come flowing out of my heart and soul. I'm one with Hashem here helping to settle and make green his desert. I'm bringing life to it. I'm watching it being born. We're partners here Hashem and I. He's letting me partner with Him, in this incredible act of creation, that we take for granted each time we go into the grocery store. But here it's the delivery room of the birth of the holy produce of Hashem. And I'm one with it.

 

As I work and I sweat, it's hot down here, and get deep into the dirt, the earth, I find myself getting higher and higher. I'm above time and space, despite distance wise being as low and far away as I can get from heaven. But I'm touching it. I travel through time and I imagine our first ancestors here doing the same work I've been doing. The Israeli farmers that first came into the land from the desert right next to me of Sinai. The farmers throughout the first and second Temple periods that worked this land. That worked it between Pesach and Shavuos, the period of the ketzir, the cutting down and pruning of the new fruits to come. Omer isn't just a count over here. It's not about not shaving, listening to music or not making weddings and mourning. Rather it's literally about what we say in that prayer as we count, removing the zehuma and shells and husks and impurities and uplifting of oneself. It's getting your head and heart straight. It's connecting. It's coming and being home and bringing forth life.

 

Yes, there's a mourning period that began with the unsuccessful attempt of Rabbi Akiva and his students to return and rebuild after the destruction and their failure and martyrdom. It's a time of mourning for all of those during the Crusades that were killed during this season, which is when the customs of mourning first began, when they didn't even have that dream anymore of returning to the land and felt that Po-'lin, that Europe would be our home. It's a time of war, of death, and of tumah that needs to be cleaned out and elevated and lifted up. It's cutting, planting, pruning, weed whacking. It's connecting to Hashem when we feel alone. It's the process of moving from Egypt and having seen miracles like never before, but still not being fully redeemed. Still counting the days until Sinai. Until we come into the land.

It is thus perhaps most appropriate that it is this week, that we bentch and enter the month of Iyar that the Book of Vayikra that we have been reading, that until now gave us that call and the teachings of the sacrifices, the Mishkan built, the inauguration of Aharon and his sons to the service and even the dedication of the Mikdash with tragic martyrdom of his sons on that 8th day. That Shemini. The book then takes a turn with parshat Tazria and Metzora. That parsha of planting and of leaving and expelling the ra, the inner tumah. The tumah of Metzora is the one in our words, in how we view the world and others negatively. It's in our homes, our clothes, our beards, our head and our bodies. It's the community we may be contaminating with that mindset. It's the blemishes and spiritual sickness of when the Shechina is trying to shine forth and it's being blocked and impeded by the colorful blots of on body that prevent the light from shining out.

 

The parsha that introduces these laws, Tazria , is not about planting agriculture as it's titled though. It's about the insemination of us, the process of childbirth. We're not born into the world, we're planted. The tumah that comes with each of us when we're born, that much like the fields I'm working in need to be purified, harvested, watered, strengthened, removed of impurity, so that fruit, that child, could be uplifted could be one with Hashem.  By a boy that process includes circumcision, a little bit of weed whacking… ouch!  By a girl it's a doubly long waiting period of impurity before sacrifices are made, before immersion in a Mikva. Each species is different. Each plant has its own uplifting, it's own time, it's own process. But we are all born and planted and need to do something to rise up and become pure.

 

The tumah of Metzora and the blemishes and impurities that we pick up from the earthiness and mortality of our bodies and land and tamey winds, airwaves, and water that we drink from and the process of becoming whole and clean and a vessel of Hashem is a fascinating one as well. The first part is being connected to a kohen. The kohen who as well, we learned last week in the inauguration process of Aharon and his sons has gone through their own purification process. Aharon, who had perhaps been guilty and complicit in the greatest sin of our nation of the Golden Calf; the tumah that set up that first blockage after the revelation of Har Sinai.  

 

At Sinai all of the zehuma- the impurity of mankind since Adam in the garden was removed. We were one with Hashem. It all came back with his sin. He was thus charged with bringing the world back to Hashem. He underwent his own purification. He had blood sprinkled on his ear lobes, his thumbs and toes. He was separated for 7 days. He came through on the other side and is now standing there to bring all of us through. To prune us. To make us whole again. He needs to go out to the camp and see that metzora and bring him home. He was uplifted- literally picked up and twirled around by Moshe, much like the Omer is after Pesach and he will do that to us as we count or own days of Metzora and Omer and read about being uplifted. He's the farmer that we need to go to that can teach us how to plant and grow and make the earth that we were formed from flourish and bring the fruits to the world we were charged with and the neshoma seeds inside of us wish to reveal.

 

Do you know how that process with him begins? The process that began when we left Egypt, when we left that Mitzrayim- yes, it sounds like metzora. Those constraints that hold us back from flourishing. It started with going to the midbar. To Sinai. To being alone. To finding Hashem in that loneliness. Without the noise. Without the news. Yes- they sound the same and are the same as well. News- Noise. To get into the quietness of the midbar and to hear the sound of Sinai ringing out. Calling out. Calling for us to come back to Him. Pruning away all of the impurities we've picked up.

 

Each night after a day's work I go out to field by Sinai here, and I look up at the stars. I'm Avraham Avinu, looking at those stars when Hashem first revealed Himself to him. Standing under those stars one feels the immenseness of the universe. The awesomeness of Creation. There I hear Avraham asking Hashem how he will know if his children will merit to inherit the land. There Hashem tells him about Egypt. About the constraints. About the slicing in halves of our sacrifices. Of the darkness. Of the pruning and the pain. And ultimately of the great inheritance that we will receive and the sweetness of our fruits when we come out. When we will be uplifted.

 

When one sees those stars, you feel that stirring that everything bad melts away. You're part of something greater. You've been chosen. Every star has its place and you're one of them. Hashem is counting each one as He counts each of us. When we count omer we are counting those stars and light that we are and are connecting to. It's those little light bright seeds in the darkness of the universe that will light the night and ultimately become as great as the sun.

 

The next part of the process of purification, the return of the Metzora to the camp comes with the sacrifice of the birds. One is slaughtered. One is sent away. It's like the bris bein ha'besarim. It's leaving Egypt. The tzar. The ra. On the one hand we're low like that hyssop. That za'atar plant that we used to paint the blood on the doorpost. We're humbled before Hashem, who preforms miracles for us. At the same time, we are high like the cedar tree. We rise to the stars. We bind that together with the crimson blood red string. The red of the blood that's been shed that binds us. That doesn't differentiate between us. That we've all lost. That is our nefesh. Of the birds that have been slaughtered. That have all been mixed with the holy water, the mayim chayim of eternal life.  We dip the one that's alive in that and sends him off. It flies away and is no finally free of that tumah.

 

The Kohen then sprinkles that blood on our ears, our thumbs and toes. There is one other place in the Torah where that happened. Where blood is sprinkled on us. It's here at Sinai. It's back to Sinai. Right after the giving of the Torah, the parsha at the end of Mishpatim tells us of the 12 altars Moshe had each tribe build. How we brought offerings there. And how he took half the blood and sprinkled it on us and our clothing. The clothing we took from Egypt. That we had purified in holy water. That's how we were born as a nation. Just like a baby with blood dripping down our face. It's interesting how at that moment we didn't have one altar, but 12. Each tribe was alone. Each tribe had it's own sacrifice. We were each born alone and separate as a tribe. But we all have this same purification process. We all have blood on our face. It's then we became one. It's then we said na'aseh vi'nishma. We will hear with our ears. We will act with our thumbs and our feet.

 

Isn't it interesting how the metzora who spoke lashon hara and who has a tzar ayin- a specious, cheap, stingy, askance eye to the world and what he perceives doesn't have the blood sprinkled on those organs? Rather it's on his earlobe. The tenuch ozen. The word tenuch is ten vav and chaf- give 26. Twenty-Six is the gematria of Hashem. What the kohen is doing is sprinkling that blood back on those ears that said nishma. It's bringing him back to that time when we heard Sinai. When we heard Hashem from the mountain. It's unclogging them. Eyes open and close. The mouth opens and closes. The ears are always opened though. We need to realize that we can always hear that voice from Sinai. We just need to take out the shmutz that have filled them. We need to sprinkle the lobe with that blood of the sacrifices we've brought. Each of us alone. Each of us with Hashem. And then all of us together back in the camp of the clouds of glory. It's then when the counting is finally over. When the redemption has finally come.

 

I noted to my shul last Shabbos, something that struck me as we read the Torah reading on the last day of Pesach; the reading of the splitting of the sea. One would think that the best place to end that long reading is right after Miriam concludes her song after the splitting and song of Moshe and Bnai Yisrael. But it doesn't. It continues on the journey from there. It's three days in the midbar. It's coming to the bitter waters of Marah. It's us complaining. Its throwing in the stick. It's them becoming "healed". It's there learning the Torah. It's Hashem telling us to hear his voice. It's all the sickness I put on Mitzrayim, I won't put on you.

 

Ani Hashem Rofecha- I am Hashem your healer.

 

The sefarim tell us, those words are an acronym for Iyar. The month that we celebrate and enter today. The story of our leaving Egypt and even the destruction of our enemies isn't the end of the story of our Exodus. Mashiach didn't come. Or maybe he did, but he didn't bring us home after Pesach seder night. He just took us out of Egypt. That's only the first two cups that we drank. That's He took us out and He saved us. We haven't been redeemed- Vi'golati yet. We haven't become Vi'lokachti yet. We haven't been taken chosen, and wed with Hashem yet. We've been born out of that blood. But we still have the tumah we have to leave. We still have bitter waters that we need to sweeten. We still have to hear that voice from the Midbar of Sinai.

 

Eis Ha'Zamir Hi'giya- the time of pruning has come, the prophet tells us

V'kol ha'tor nishma bi'artzeinu- and the sound of our redemption is heard in our land.

 

Six years ago at this time the world needed to begin that healing process of it's ra. It's Corona. We entered into bidud. We were in isolation. We had blemishes. We had enemies. From within. From without. We're being pruned. We're being purified. The redemption is coming closer and close as we approach the end of the 6th millennium from when we were first exiled from that garden. When the sound of Hashem was passing through it and all heard it. The sound is getting louder and louder as the world and us hear that call from Sinai. May the month of Iyar bring that final healing and we see the fulfillment of not only the purification of our own impurities but that of our houses as well and may the hidden gems that are awaiting us within those walls shine forth the light of redemption to the world.

 

Have a uplifting Shabbos and healing month of Iyar,

 

Rabbi Ephraim Schwartz 

 

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YIDDISH PROVERB OF THE WEEK

 

" Gey zich dem vint in feld.– Go find the wind in the field.

 

RABBI SCHWARTZ'S COOL VIDEO OF THE WEEK

 

https://soundcloud.com/ephraim-schwartz/achainu  – My beautiful composition Acheinu- Acapella  Dovid Lowy amazing arangements it needed a new tune already…


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9vLyNZz4ORk  - Acapella Season releases. This Mimakim is beautiful from this singer Elchonan Inbal


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QZAcgVz6gQI   - Ari Goldwag and Yitz Kaplowitz with Rabbi Sheller latest Oleh Zamer!


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TIlF1_KdXAE&list=OLAK5uy_mWIxM-Jo5uEFuznQQOVBeSzELjWvlYcKM&index=2    – Baruch Levine latest Acapella Release album the longing for Yerushalayim MEheira…


RABBI SCHWARTZ'S TOUR GUIDE EXAM QUESTION OF THE WEEK

answer below at end of Email

 

28. The name of a nature park that includes memorial gardens and is managed by the Rothschild Foundation is __________?___

 Why was Tel Be'er Sheva declared a UNESCO World Heritage Site?

A. Due to the discovery of a gate from the Canaanite period

B. Due to the presence of distinct remains from the time of Abraham

C. Due to the multiplicity of archaeological periods 

D. Due to the large number of typical finds from the Iron Age 

  

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


Will pick this column up again next week,…

 

RABBI SCHWARTZ’S TERRIBLE FARMING JOKES OF THE WEEK

 

IT’S A GOOD THING THIS FIRST JOKE IS ABOUT A CHURCH AND NOT A SHUL…

 

A farmer moved into town. After getting settled in the new town, a farmer went to church for the first time. He found that the people in the church gossiped and shunned him for his poor appearance. After the service, the preacher went to the farmer and told him that "In this town, we get dressed up for church."

"But I am but a humble farmer with no better clothes than these. What shall I do?"

"Pray to God" the priest replied. "He will tell you what to do."

The next week the farmer came back to church wearing different clothes, but they were no better than the other set of clothes he had on before. The priest interrupted the service to berate the farmer.

"Didn't I tell you to ask God what to wear to come here?"

"Yes sir you did."

"And did you do that?"

"Yes sir I did."

"And what did God tell you to wear?"

"Well to be honest father, he didn't know. He said he's never been in this church before."

 

What did one German wheat farmer say to the other German wheat farmer? Gluten tag

A surgeon, a farmer, an engineer, and Israel's Attorney General are arguing over whose career is the best.

"I think surgery is the best career because it's the oldest!" said the surgeon.

"What makes you say that?" asked the farmer.

"Well," said the surgeon, "God removed a rib from Adam and turned it into Eve."

"You are forgetting one thing," said the farmer. "Before God even created Adam, he planted a garden for Adam to live in. That makes agriculture the oldest career."

"Both of you are wrong," said the engineer. "Engineering is the oldest career because God created an entire universe out of nothing but pure chaos."

"Ha ha! I win!" taunted the Israeli Attorney General.

"What makes you say that?" asked the surgeon.

"Well," said the AG, "someone had to create that pure chaos."

 

If I were a farmer, how would I measure my height? From my head, tomatoes.

 

Frank the farmer had a nagging wife She made his life miserable. The only real peace he got was when he was out in the field ploughing.

One day while in the field, Frank's wife brought him his lunch. Then while he quietly ate she berated him with a constant stream of nagging and complaining.

Suddenly, Frank's old donkey kicked up his back legs, struck her in the head killing her instantly.

At the funeral, the Priest noticed that when the women offered their sympathy, Frank would nod his head up and down. But when the men came up and spoke quietly to him, he would shake his head from side to side.

After the mourners left, the Priest approached Frank and asked, "Why did you nod your head up and down to all the women and shook from side to side to all the men?"

Well, Frank replied, "The women all said how nice she looked, and her dress was so pretty, so I agreed by nodding my head up and down.

And all the men asked, "Is that donkey for sale?”

 

A degree in agriculture is great to have. It allows you to work in a variety of fields.

 

Ben Gurion, Israel's first Prime Minister went to a kibbutz and spoke with the head of the Socialist Israeli Kibbutz, Dudu, about their dedication to the new State.

Dudu: "Fine people sure. Loyal? I don't know."

BG: "I will show you. Hey you! Come here! What do you do?

Farmer: "I'm a farmer."

BG: Let me ask you, if you had two houses, would you give one to the government? Without hesitation the farmer says yes.

BG turns Dudu with a smile. But he does not look convinced.

BG asks the farmer: "if you had two cars, would you give one to the government?"

Immediate yes from the kibbutznik.

Dudu then asks if he may asks a question. BG agrees.

Dudu "if you had two cows, would you give one to the government."

Kibbutznik: "No. Never. Please don't ask me that."

BG is confused: "But you'd give a house and car, why not a cow?"

Kibbutznik: "I actually have two cows."

 

A policeman pulls a farmer over for speeding and proceeds to write him a ticket. The farmer notices some flies buzzing around annoying the officer. The policeman is shooing flies more than he's writing.

The farmer says "I see you're being bothered by those circle flies."

The policeman says, "If that's what you call them, yes, they are somewhat annoying."

The farmer says, "Yeah, we call them that because we see them circling around the rear ends of horses."

The policeman says, "Hmmm. Did you just call me a horse's behind?"

The farmer says, "Oh, no sir, officer. I have way too much respect for those who serve in law enforcement to ever say such a thing."

The policeman says, "Well, that's a good thing, then."

The farmer adds, "But it's hard to fool those circle flies."

 

An old farmer got up in the middle of the night to use the toilet. As he was heading back to bed, he looked out the window and saw the lights on in his shed. A closer inspection revealed men loading his tools and farm machinery into their truck. He rushes to the phone and calls 911

"I need the police! There are some guys clearing out my shed!"

"OK sir, we have dispatched officers, they should be there in about an hour."

"An hour?! But they'll be long gone by then!"

"I'm sorry sir but there are no officers in your area."

The farmer hangs up angrily, waits 10 minutes and then calls 911 again.

"Hi, it's me again. Don't worry about sending those cops, I've just shot the robbers." and he hangs up.

Less then 10 minutes later, three cop cars and a helicopter arrive and the robbers are arrested. The sergeant goes up to the house and bangs on the door. The farmer opens it in his dressing gown and holding a cup of tea.

"What's going on here!? You said you shot the robbers!"

"You said there were no officers in my area."

 

A Muslim and two friends, a Rabbi and a Hindu holy man, had car trouble in the countryside and asked to spend the night with a farmer.

The farmer said, "There might be a problem. You see, I only have room for two to sleep, one of you must sleep in the barn."

"No problem," spoke the Rabbi. "My people wandered in the desert for forty years. I am humble enough to sleep in the barn for an evening." With that he departed to the barn and the others bedded down for the night.

Moments later a knock was heard at the door. The farmer opened the door, and there stood the Rabbi from the barn. "What's wrong?" asked the farmer.

He replied, "I am grateful to you, but I can't sleep in the barn. There is a pig in the barn and my faith believes that is an unclean animal."

His Hindu friend agreed to swap places with him. But a few minutes late the same scene occurs. There is a knock on the door. "What's wrong, now?" the farmer asked.

The Hindu holy man replies, "I too am grateful for your helping us out, but there is a cow in the barn and in my country cows are considered sacred. I can't sleep on holy ground!"

Well, that leaves only the Muslim to make the change. He grumbled and complained, but went out to the barn. Moments later there was another knock on the farmer's door. Frustrated and tired, the farmer opened the door, and there stood the pig and the cow.

 

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The answer to this week's question is D– The first part was easy. Zichron Yackov and that whole area is all Rothschild stuff. And the Ramat Handiv gardens nearby is where Baron Edmund and his wife were buried and the family made gardens around the whole thing. Really nice… As far as the second part it was a bit tricky. A little process of elimination helped though. It's not an ancient arch. That's Ashkelon. As well there really isn't much from Avraham there. Most of it is from Israelite/Iron age period and being there isn't a lot of other eras there. It's the one I went with and was correct. By the way they have an amazing water system that’s pretty cool to see as well remains of a Bama/ mizbayach. So this one was right and score is no Rabbi Schwartz having a 20 points and the MOT having 8 points on this latest Ministry of Tourism exam.