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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 BC- We 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, May 2, 2025

Gilligan Schwartz -Parshat Tazria Metzora

 Insights and Inspiration

from the

Holy Land

from

Rabbi Ephraim Schwartz

"Your friend in Karmiel"

May 2nd 2025 -Volume 14 Issue 25 4th of Iyar 5785

 

Parshat Tazria- Metzora

 Gilligan Schwartz

 

Just sit right back and you'll hear a tale a tale of a fateful trip. That started from this tropic port, aboard this tiny ship. The mate was not a mighty sailin' man. He was a Tour guide Rabbi very unsure. He agreed somehow to sail that day with his son Tully and seven other Karmielim, for a five day tour… a five day tour…

 

Crash… Boom… Lightening…

The weather started getting rough.

The nauseous Rabbi’s lunch tossed.

 If not for the help of Hashem your weekly E-Mail writer would be lost…

The chulent provider of Karmiel would be lost…

 Your tour guide would be lost…

 

Yup… I’m back. I don’t know how much of this E-Mail I’ll get out this week. But hey, give me a break. It’s been an unreal crazy week Rabbi Gilligan Schwartz is back in Karmiel after a week out in the Greek Isles with Tully. (*check out video below in clips for the highlights.). It’s what we absentee tour guide fathers and Rabbis have to do for their children who they never see and spend quality time with because they’re working with other people’s children and tours all day… Usually one week together alone with their father gives them enough of a feeling that they’re not missing out on much… and lasts quite a while. Particularly the part about sleeping in the same small bed together for a week in our tiny little cabin. And hey I got a good deal, so how could I say no…?

Now,  I’m not a fan of leaving Israel, particularly the week of Yom Hazikaron and Yom Ha’Atzamaut. It seems Hashem knew that if I’m not around that there wouldn’t be a part here and so he just set the whole country on fire…

 

But don’t worry he didn’t let me off the hook too easily either. Despite the fact that we had an amazing trip, but that last two hours back to Athens Hashem made me pay. It was crazy winds. It was like being in a washing machine on tumble clean (Is that even a thing… I haven’t done a load of laundry since I get married. It was kind of the point, to be honest.) I guess Hashem wanted me to take this Eretz Yisrael is only acquired with tribulations thing seriously. Fascinatingly enough as I looked at the Luach historical calendar it told me that today is actually the date that the Rambam first arrived to Israel as well for his short visit here. Whadaya know? He had a storm and almost died as well coming here. He even established a family fast day for all of his descendants to commemorate that trouble he had coming here. I’m not a big extra fast day person. Neither is my wife and kids. But it’s nice to know that Hashem wanted me to have the full Rambam coming to Israel experience. Me and the Rambam… not bad…

 

There is so much I want to share with you guys and hopefully will, about the lessons learnt at sea. The highlights and the adventures. I’ve got material for good few E-mails… Now I just have to fit them into the upcoming parshiyos. But I’m too wiped and time is short. And as well, I’d like to share with you an incredible insight not about the trip, but about the coming back to Eretz Yisrael. But not just my return, the return of all of us. Our return after 250 years of exile from our land in Egypt and 40 years in the wilderness, and our arrival and entrance to the land, that took place 3000 years ago. Our return to the land with the leadership of Yehoshua and what took place, this Shabbos and this past week.

 

Let’s first get the calendar straight. We arrived on the banks of the Jordan River after 40 years of wandering in the wilderness on the month of Shevat. Moshe there tells us that entire book of Devarim and dies on the 7th of Adar after which we mourn for him for a month. On the 7th of Nissan Yehoshua sends spies into the city of Yericho, they hang out by Rachav Ha’Zonah’s house and they come back and give him the all clear. The land is ready to be conquered. (Incidentally they also solve the personal shidduch crisis Yehoshua who was an older bachelor was having, by redding him to her and she becomes his bashert. Thus setting the precedent that the real solution to the Shidduch crisis is by moving to Israel, where you don’t have to wait until Shavuos to find your bride…).

 

On the tenth of Nissan they cross the Yarden and it splits just like Yam Suf did for Moshe. It seems that if you want to come into Israel, you need to go through a stormy sea. It’s an essential experience. Today the Israeli bureaucracy involved in making Aliyah tries to duplicate that experience by the mishigas they put you through before letting you move here. The day that we come here we head up to the Mt Gerizim and Eival, we have blessings and curses, we bury Yosef’s bones in Shechem and then we come back down right outside Yericho by Gilgal where we erect the Mishkan and start getting ready for Pesach. Our first Pesach in the Holy Land. The first time we’re bringing a Pesach offering and lamb in Eretz Yisrael as a redeemed nation. That year Erev Pesach, as it was this year for us, fell out on Shabbos. An occurrence that won’t happen for another 20 years and doesn’t happen to often. Meaning that our calendar year of the week this year is the exact one as it was when we first came into the land. On that note, let’s see what happens next.

 

From that Friday night Pesach Seder they had 7 days of Pesach and then the day afterwards Sunday, as it was for us), they head on over to the city of Yericho to conquer it. But the conquering of Yericho is not going to be a fair battle. Hashem promised us He’s going to do the work. Our job is to circle the walls of the city for 7 days with Shofars and on the 7th day, last Shabbos the 28th of Nissan, Shabbos Mivorchim of Iyar, the walls came tumblin’ down. The miracle was huge. It was great. We were flying high. Hashem gave Yehoshua a command though, on that day before the battle. Hands off of everything. This is not your war. It’s Hashems. It’s sacred. Not only that but Yehoshua decrees that the city of Yericho is never to be rebuilt. Despite the fact that there is a mitzva to settle all of the land. But he wants us to remember this miracle. He curses anyone who builds the city, he curses and warns anyone from taking any of the booty. This is all on that first Shabbos, last Shabbos, in Eretz Yisrael.

 

One can imagine the euphoria of the Jewish people after that battle. It’s like the 6 day war, but even better. Our first conquest went off without a hitch. And then came this week. The week after. The next on our hit list was the ciy of Ai. Ai Ai Ai Ai Tziyon… You know that song. I’m sure they sang it. There as well he sent spies to check it out this past week. The spies come back and say it’s easy. It’s no problem. There’s no point in waking up the Minister of Defense. Send 2-3 thousand people and that’s it the city is ours. The First Responders could handle it all. Why bother the rest of the army? Sounds familiar?

 

Yeah… that didn’t work out that well. The city of Ai came out and chased them away and killed 36 soldiers that day. Welkam to Eezrael. The people are devastated. Their hearts turn to water, the pasuk tells us. They feel like they’re drowning in a sea, after a first beautiful week on a cruise. Yehoshua, their skipper, is broken. And then the word comes down from heaven, why this happened. It seems that all of Israel has sinned. They have disgusted Hashem. This is not a good thing. What did we do wrong?

Get ready for this guys… It seems one guy, Achan, a leader, couldn’t resist and he chapped a few things from the city of Yericho. Boom. The whole nation is in danger. The ship is sinking. Yehoshua uses the Urim V’Tumim to figure out who it is. He then tells Achan to confess. Which remarkably he does. He doesn’t ask to push off accountability until after the war and the settling of the land. He admits. He takes his punishment like a man. The Jewish people stone him to death. And remarkably our sages tell us that he goes straight to heaven. He has atoned. We have atoned. The storm is over. The real conquering of the land that we need to do- not miraculously with Hashem shofars and the Ark, but with our holy army and holy Chayalim. Our soldiers who understand and learned the lesson, that we are one nation, that we are responsible for one another in a very real visceral way. That the sin of one is the sin of all of us. That there’s no passing the buck. That if one person drills a hole in the bottom of the boat under his own seat, then we will all sink. We will all drown.

 

From there we go back to Ai. We take an army of thirty thousand this time around. We draw them out of the city. We ambush them. We burn it down while they’re gone. It’s cool. It’s like a blowing up beeper thing. We win the war. We settle the land. That’s what takes place this week. That’s our lesson when we come back home and return to the land.

 

The Gemara tells us that When Yehoshua surrounded the city of Yericho, each day they sang the Aleinu prayer as they shofared around the city. In fact that first letters of each sentence of Aleinu begins with a letter from Yehoshua’s name (backwards), or at least his original name Hoshe’a.

 

Aleinu Li’shabayach (Ayin)

Shelo Sam Chelkeinu- (Shin)

V’anachnu Korim- (Vav)

Hu Elokeinu Ein Od (Hei)

 

Even cooler than that is the second paragraph of Aleinu is Al Kein Nikaveh Lecha, begins with the letters of none other than Achan. The guy who taught us that most important lesson in his death. The one who admitted. The one who accepted his fate. The one who revealed the lesson to Bnai Yisrael how we are all responsible for one another. That the sin of one is the sin of us all. When we recite Aleinu each day, it is us saying that praise to Hashem. It is a prayer of us asking Hashem to reveal Himself to the world. To bring us to Eretz Yisrael. To build the Bais HaMikdash. To reveal the His Kingship to the whole world. To destroy evil.. Aleinu starts with the letter Ayin and ends with the Hashem yimloch l’olam va’ed- Hashem should rule for eternity. The last letter is Daled. The ayin and daled spell eid- a witness and testimony. That’s what we are saying. It’s what we are asking for. The other prayer that is similar to that which we say twice a day is Shema. The last letter of Shema is ayin and the last letter of Hashem Echad is daled. The Kingship of Hashem being revealed is dependent on His One-ness. And His One-ness can only be revealed when we are one as well.

 

There were two highlights for me on boat trip back to Israel. The first was each morning getting up and davening at sunrise in middle of the sea. It was glorious. I said Hallel two days, (and a third if I would’ve said it on Yom Ha’atzamaut 😊). I sang to Hashem about the splitting of the sea, the crossing of the Yarden, and of the glory of the sun rising over His creation. It was just me and Hashem on those mornings and we were so connected. It was awesome.

 

The second highlight was all of us lying out on a beach at night (or as Gilligan would say “an uncharted desert isle”) with the stars some Ouzo and a BBQ. We got to know one another. Who were the 7 of us? Well, we had Avremy, our skipper who was raised in a chareidi settler city in the heart of the West Bank and was a life coach, definitely not a millionaire. There was Yosef and his son. Yosef moved to Israel when he was 18 from the Ukraine, not even having learned that he was Jewish until he was 13. His father was a goy, and only his great grandmother on his mother’s side was Jewish. Yet being raised a few miles from Medzibuzh, where Yosef used to fish as a child from not far from the Ukrainian village he was raised in, seems to have had the light of the Baal Shem Tov penetrate his heart and his journey brought him to Israel, where he still fishes, but also learns every day and sends his children to cheder.

 

The other castaways on our boat, were Ronen, a sabra child of Russian Olim that was raised in Karmiel, Yishai, a young Morocan sefardi scribe, whose grandfather a Kabbalist who was blind and worked in Israel upon moving here as an engineer of quality control, and finally Eliezer a child of South African and American Olim who was raised in Chareidi yeshivos, studied in Kollel for many years, until becoming a lawyer, representing religious causes in Israel. And then it was me and Tully. Tully who moved here when he was not even one, and me, which is just too much to describe, and you know it all already. If not come on my tours for the life and times…

 

It was incredible how diverse and how different we all were. Our backgrounds, our upbringings, our lives, our goals, our experiences. Yet we were all on the same boat. We each saw a spark in one another. There was light that was coming out of that bonfire on the beach that was under the stars that was much brighter than the few logs that we threw inside. It was a fire that was coming down from heaven. It was the light of Hashem that shining down when Jews come together and realize we are all on one Islands. We are called Ivri, because of that Island that is different and separate from the rest of the world. That Island is called Eretz Yisrael. It’s from there that we will reveal the shechina when we all cross the sea to get here. When we each make it through our personal stormy exiles, our Egypts. When we come home.

 

The parsha this week is Tazria Metzora. It’s about the Jew that can’t stop speaking bad about others. He’s the hole in our boat. He gets thrown out of the camp. He needs to go through a purification of water and blood to come back in. He needs to have his offering shook up and down like waves of a stormy sea before he rejoins the nation. Eliyahu Ha’Navi and Mashiach are busy healing Metzoras. They’re fixing those sins of negativity and fighting that remain between us. They’re removing those bandages. We count to Shavous. And we are getting closer and closer to the return to Israel. To the revelation of Hashem. The prophet tells us that the ultimate redemption will come

 

Ki’yemei tzescha mei’eretz Mitzrayim- areinu niflaos- Hashem will show us miracles like the same days when we left Egypt. This year it’s the same days. May we merit to see the the conclusion of that verse

U’malah ha’aretz dei-ah es Hashem- and the world will be filled with the knowledge of Hashem

Ka’mayim la’yam michasim- like water covers the land!

 

Have an blaringly amazing Shabbos and a Chodesh Iyar Tov!

Rabbi Ephraim Schwartz 

 

 

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YIDDISH PROVERB OF THE WEEK

 " S'iz a shturem in a gloz vaser” - It's a storm in a glass of water


RABBI SCHWARTZ'S TOUR GUIDE EXAM QUESTION OF THE WEEK

answer below at end of Email

 

16. An outline of urban planning in which streets cross each other at right angles is called ______


In which 20th century decade, were most of the buildings in Israel constructed in the

“International” style built?

A. 1910-1920

B. 1930-1940

C. 1950-1960

D. 1970-1980


RABBI SCHWARTZ’S COOL VIDEO OF THE WEEK

 

https://youtu.be/JG12V8lPE9k   -   Rabbi Schwartz and Tully Karmielim Greek Island Cruise!


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EhIgMrxVFl4  – Ari Goldwag’s latest Acapella Today’s the day!


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EhIgMrxVFl4   - Now Jewish Nanny  (formerly Non) cool Podcast from Meaningful Minute…


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hCMQch7Kea4   – In Reb Shayaleh’s hands…



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


(Next week this column will IYH pick back up… stay tuned as we enter the era of the destruction of the Temple and should be a zechus for the rebuilding…)


RABBI SCHWARTZ'S TERRIBLE SAILOR JOKES OF THE WEEK

 

Which sailors blow their nose the most often? Anchor chiefs.

What is a sailor’s favorite type of detergent? Tide.

How does the sea say hello to a sailor? Waves

An old sailor once said that you could hear the calm before the storm. He said it sounded like a C flat.

Why do sailors like to eat carrots? Because it allows them to sea better.

Why don’t sailors like to go shopping for new hats? Because they are worried about capsizing.

What is a sailor’s least favorite type of vegetable? Leeks.

What’s a sailor’s favorite type of candy? Lifesavers.

Why can’t sailors play cards? Because they’re always standing on the deck!

 

Yankel and Berel are out enjoying themselves one afternoon on a lake when their boat starts sinking.

Berel says to Yankel, "listen, Yankel, I have a problem, you know I don't swim well at all."

But luckily, Yankel remembered how to carry another swimmer from his lifeguard class years ago when he was just a youngster and so he begins pulling Berel towards safety. After fifteen minutes of this, however, Yankel begins to grow quite tired – all his energy had left him. And finally, just 100 feet from land, Yankel asks Berel, "So Berel do you suppose you could float alone?"

Berel replies, " Yankel, this is a heck of a time to be asking about money!"

 

One day, three men were hiking and unexpectedly came upon a large raging, violent river. They needed to get to the other side, but had no idea of how to do so.

The first man prayed to God, saying, "Please God, give me the strength to cross this river."

Poof! God gave him big arms and strong legs, and he was able to swim across the river in about two hours, but only after almost drowning a couple of times.

Seeing this, the second man prayed to God, saying, "Please God, give me the strength ... and the tools to cross this river." Poof! God gave him a rowboat and he was able to row across the river in about an hour, but only after almost capsizing the boat a couple of times.

The third man had seen how this worked out for the other two, so he also prayed to God saying, "Please God, give me the strength and the tools...and the intelligence... to cross this river." And poof! God turned him into a woman. She looked at the map, hiked upstream a couple of hundred yards, then walked across the bridge.

 

A man wanted a boat more than anything. His wife kept refusing, but he bought one anyway. "I'll tell you what," he told her, "In the spirit of compromise, why don't you name the boat?"

Being a good sport, she accepted. When her husband went to the dock for his maiden voyage, this is the name he saw painted on the side:

"For Sale.”

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The answer to this week”s question is B-  There is always one question at least on this exam that I will have no clue about. It’s why they only make you answer 30 out of 33 questions. This is the one that I would’ve skipped. I have no clue nor care about architecture Israeli style or history. I don’t think anyone really does. I didn’t even bother guessing this one. The answer to the first part is hypodemic, orthogenic or Grid and the answer to the second part is 1930-1940 (I guessed randomly 1970-1980) anyways this one was entirely wrong and thus the new score is Rabbi Schwartz 10 Ministry of Tourism 6 on this exam so far. Oy….