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Since I am not religious....

Have you ever said I am not religious so therefore I do not observe the laws of Kosher? 

I have told myself that since I failed in A I should not observe B.

The cause for tzara'at, a skin discoloration -- often inaccurately translated as leprosy -- which renders a person ritually impure, is lashon hora, undesirable speech. This causes him to be isolated and for it to be made known that he must remain alone until he ceases to be involved in the talk of the wicked, which is mockery and lashon hora.

Nonetheless, the Torah indicates that only certain days are suitable for the examination of tzara'at. There are days during which the observance of other mitzvos takes precedence, e.g. the celebration of marriage and the festivals, does not allow for the examination of possible tzara'at.

Considering that the person being accommodated is a gossip monger and “involved in the talk of the wicked”, this exemption, to accommodate the mitzvah observance of one afflicted with tzara'at, is remarkable.

Hence, we see, that despite being an offender in the horrible sin of lashon hora, this does not mitigate the value of one’s mitzvah observance in other areas! The holiness of the mitzvahs observed, even if observed by one who is otherwise involved in undesirable behavior, suspends and prevails over his impurity.

So even if you consider yourself “not religious”, continue to do mitzvahs.

Hope to see you Shabbos :)

Rabbi Kushi Schusterman

Some Passover Mitzvahs to consider; Seders, eating Shmurah Matzah on April 14th after 8:15 pm, sellingyour Chametz, support those who can’t afford Passover supplies.

Suffering in Silence

 There are different types of silence, silence of shock, silence of abuse, silence of awe and then there is the silence of submission.  Not a bad kind of submission but a very holy type.

As human beings, our first and most natural instinct when we experience anything that is outside of the absolute basic routine of life is to question, analyze and philosophize.  But, what about when we experience things that we can't understand? When the finite mind wants to understand something that is infinite?  What do we do then?

Take suffering as an example.  When it happens to you, and you can't understand why G-d would allow this, or the suffering of others...

Sometimes the only thing to do is to be silent.  For in the arena of silence one accomplishes something that the greatest mind can't do - it connects to the essence of G-d.  We experience a connection that transcends our emotional and intellectual limitations and we connect with the essence of G-d that is above His revealed limitations.

In this weeks Torah portion after the two holy sons of Aaron, Nadav and Avihu are consumed by a heavenly fire, Aaron expresses his greatest faith in G-d by remaining silent.  Our Sages say that he received reward for this silence.  His reward was that G-d spoke the ensuing commandments for the Kohanim just to him without the medium of Moses.

But, the greatest reward he received was a connection of his essence with the essence of G-d that philosophy and analysis can never attain. 

with the fervent hope that moshiach shoould come and the world be free from all suffering.

Rabbi Kushi Schusterman 

Pain is Not OK! We must be Joyous!

Yesterday was a painful day for the Chabad community. Mrs. Rashi Minkowitz, the  Chabad emissary to Fulton County, Ga., mother of eight and mentor to many, passed away suddenly. She was 37 years old. (more on that here)

Being that we are in the hebrew month of Adar, the most joyous month on the Jewish calendar and, we must be happy. I would like to share an article by Mendel Jacobson, Rashi's cousin, about his grandfather's joy despite the pain of losing his wife at a young age.

The pain is REAL but the joy must also be real • I hope you can join us for a REAL HAPPY PURIM

Can't make it? visit www.HarfordChabad.org/Purim for Purim Traditions!

Rabbi Kushi Schusterman

Simchat Torah: Through Water and Fire                       By Mendel Jacobson 

Simchat Torah 5730, 1969.

A young 14-year-old boy is keenly watching a man dancing as if there are no worries in the world. His legs pump in a rhythm only his soul could produce. He looks like a flame, flickering on and on, reaching for a place beyond anything he has ever known. Wow, the boy thinks to himself, “how could that man be so happy?”

“Which man?”

Startled, the 14-year-old boy didn’t realize he’d asked that question aloud.

“Which man?” His father asks him again.

“That man,” the young boy points to the whirling dancer. “He must be the happiest man on earth.”

As his father looks to where his son is pointing and he sees the black-bearded man with five children in tow, his eyes fill with tears and he sighs. “That man lost his young wife just six days ago.”

“But then how can he be so happy, how can he possibly dance like that?”

“Because today is Simchat Torah and it is a mitzvah to dance and to be happy. This is what a Jew does; this is what a real Chassid does.”

Although this story happened before I was born, I have heard it many times.

The year was 5730, 1969, and, on the second day of Sukkot, a young 42-year old man lost his wife to leukemia. As was the custom instituted by the Lubavitcher Rebbe, every year, on Simchat Torah, hundreds of Chassidim would walk near and far to celebrate with Jews in Synagogues across New York. This man was one of those Chassidim. Each year Simchat Torah he would take his young children to a smallshul in East Flatbush where they would dance with the Torah and rejoice with the community. That year, 1969, the young man did the same. The children’s grandmother, their mother’s mother, dressed them in their finest clothing and sent them off with their father to East Flatbush.

It was there, in that little shul, that this dialogue between father and son took place.

After the dancing was over in East Flatbush, the young man and his children walked back to Crown Heights. He dropped his younger children off at home with their grandmother and hurried to 770 where the Lubavitcher Rebbe was in midst of a farbrengen. Every year on Simchat Torah, before hakofot, the Rebbe would speak for a number of hours, discussing the intricate energies of Simchat Torah and hakofot. Thefarbrengen would consist of several talks, each one punctuated by the singing of a niggun, a Chassidic melody sometimes dating back hundreds of years. The man of whom we are speaking was the one who began the niggunim at the Rebbe’s farbrengens.

The shul at 770 Eastern Parkway was packed from floor to ceiling; people were clinging to bleachers and rafters just as they did to the Rebbe’s every word. As the Rebbe finished one segment of his talk, the crowd looked to the new widower to begin a song. What happened next was one of the most dramatic experiences in the lives of those who attended that gathering. A rare moment of truth...

Through the hush of thousands of people, a gentle but defiant voice began to sing:“Mi vadiom nye patonyem, ee v’agniom nye s’gorim,” a vibrant Chassidic Russian melody meaning, “We in water will not drown, and in fire will not burn.” The Rebbe looked up and stared at the man – with a piercing, knowing gaze that is impossible to describe. Suddenly the Rebbe sprang up from his chair, pushing it back with such force that it nearly fell over. The Rebbe began dancing in his place, rocking up and down, swaying back and forth, with incredible intensity and passion. Witnesses say that in all the years the Rebbe never danced – never before and never after – quite like that.

As the Rebbe swung his arms, leading the singing, the crowd became more and more energized, chanting in unison, “We in water will not drown, and in fire will not burn; we in water will not drown, and in fire will not burn.” Faster and faster they chanted, as if in a trance.

People present later described the unbelievable sight of this fragile man who had just experienced utter devastation, swinging back and forth – surrounded by waves of people, being led by the Rebbe himself – singing: “We in water will not drown, and in fire will not burn,” nothing can vanquish our spirit – as if G-d had not just taken his wife, as if he was the happiest man alive.

Everyone melted in the dance and the song. The joy and the tears all dissolved into one transcendent dance; a dance that captured the essence of joy and pain, ecstasy and agony – the indestructible core of life itself. At that moment everything and nothing made sense. “Mi vadiom nye patonyem, ee v’agniom nye s’gorim,” “We in water will not drown, and in fire will not burn.”

Moments like that become frozen in time.

~~~

Fast-forward 20 years:

A phone call comes in to a major Jewish children’s organization in Crown Heights, Tzivos Hashem.

“Hello,” the voice on the other end of the line says. “I am so-and-so and I would like to sponsor children’s programs for Simchat Torah,”

“Ok, sure,” the man working in the organization happily replies. “But, if I may ask, why do you have this particular interest in children’s programs for Simchat Torah?”

“Well, you see, when I was a boy, every Simchat Torah my father and I would go to a small shul in East Flatbush to celebrate. One year, when I was fourteen, as I was watching the few people dancing in a circle, I noticed one man who looked so happy, as if everything in the world was perfect. I stood there transfixed, wondering how this man could exude so much joy. I asked my father this question, and my father told me that I should know this man just lost his wife but, because he is a real Chassid and the Torah says to be happy on Simchat Torah, he is happy. This made a very big impression on my 14-year-old mind – that a Jew could put aside all his pain and suffering and be happy just because it’s a mitzvah to be happy was unbelievable to me – so I decided I would like to help other children celebrate the happiness and joy of Simchat Torah.”

~~~

Fast-forward another 17 years:

On the 23rd of Cheshvon, 5767, 2006, the man of this story, Rabbi Zvi Hirsch Gansbourg, the one who lost his wife in 1969, rejoined her in the Garden of Eden. Yet, his (and her) grandchildren, their “life,” live on. They have built families and communities, changed people’s lives, and continue to make the world a better place.

The story of the young man has taught me much: even in the saddest of times, even when all seems lost, with a little joy, a little dance, everything can change.

And it’s true, “We in water will not drown, and in fire will not burn.”

How do I know? you may ask. Because I myself am living proof. You see, my mother was the youngest of those five children that walked with their father to that small shul in East Flatbush those 41 years ago.

  (c) http://www.meaningfullife.com/

Discomfort is OK, Pain is Not!

Halfway through the dental surgery last week, there was a moment of pain. Responding to my 'ow', the doctor asked if it was pressure or pain. He explained that discomfort is ok, pain is not.

As the Novocain wore off and the healing process began there was some pain and some painkillers. Throughout, the doctor's words stuck in my mind: discomfort is ok, pain is not.

The Baal Shem Tov taught that "every single thing that a person sees or hears is an instruction to him in his conduct in the service of G‑d".

This is the message I took from this. When we serve G-d there are times that we are uncomfortable. For example; when we are out with friends and they tell us we’ve got to try a non-kosher food item. Unknowing to them, we are making the effort to eat only Kosher. Uncomfortable situation? Yes. Painful? no.

This is not to say that in spiritual growth there is never any pain. Yet, the general rule is that discomfort is ok, normal and part of the growing process.

Do you agree?

Rabbi Kushi Schusterman

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