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Stop Running From Yourself

We all have parts of ourselves that we love; the pieces that feel easy, smooth, and clear. And then there are the parts we struggle with; the ones we’d rather hide. At times, even from ourselves.

Chassidus describes these two dimensions as the sheep and the struggler, Rachel and Leah.

Rachel is the part of us that’s pristine, uncomplicated, idealistic, like the gentle white ewe whose name she carries. Leah is the part that is weary and wrestling, the part that is trying so hard to tame what refuses to stay polished.

To be leaders, whether in our homes, in our community, and/or in our own souls, we must be honest about who we are. Because wherever you run… you bring yourself along.

And here’s the paradox:
It’s the very act of wrestling with our “demons” that shapes us into who we’re meant to become.

We read the story of Yaakov marrying Leah and Rochel. The Midrash sets the scene:
It was Yaakov’s wedding night and he believed he was marrying Rachel, the woman he had worked seven long years for. However, beneath the veil stood Leah, trembling yet determined, following her father’s plan. All night she carried the role perfectly.

When morning came, Yaakov, stunned to see Leah beside him, cries out: “Leah?! Daughter of a deceiver! Why did you trick me?”

Leah looked at him softly and answered: “Who taught me to do this? When your father asked, ‘Are you my son Esav?’ didn’t you answer, ‘I am Esav, your firstborn’? Don’t you teach your students that whatever a person does eventually comes back to them?”

The words hit him, yet but beneath them was a message even deeper:
“Yaakov, you think you’re marrying Rachel, the perfect, innocent version of yourself. But before you reach that part, you must meet me. The struggler. The part of you that confronts the world, the Esav-energy you’ve been afraid to acknowledge. My eyes are weary because I’m struggling to do the hard inner work. I can help you do yours, only if you admit that these parts of you exist and must be refined.”

Leah’s very name means weary. Because doing the real inner work is draining…yet, it’s also the path to your deepest power.

Chassidus teaches that Esav had the potential to be a thousand times greater than Yaakov, if only he had done the work.

We often picture holiness as smooth, clean, angelic perfection. Torah teaches the opposite. Greatness is the one who falls and gets up again. The one who keeps walking. The one who doesn’t hide their imperfections, but transforms them into purpose.

That is Leah. That is the soul. That is us.

There’s a story I love:
A king owned a breathtaking diamond. One day it slipped from his hands and was scarred with a deep scratch. Jewelers from across the world tried to repair it and all failed. Finally, a simple pauper said he could help. He didn’t remove the scratch at all. Instead, he etched a rose around it, using the scratch as the stem. The flaw became the foundation of beauty.

This is the work of Leah. The work of the soul. The work we are each called to do.

May we embrace our inner Leah and acknowledge our struggles with honesty and courage. May we turn our scratches into roses. May we uncover the beauty hiding inside the parts of ourselves we’ve been afraid to face.

Have a deep, meaningful Shabbos.

Rabbi Kushi Schusterman

The First Antisemite (and What He Got Wrong)

Og was the biblical giant, the king of Bashan, the man whose bed stretched thirteen feet. What many don’t know is that Og was the first antisemite.

When Avraham celebrated Yitzchak’s birth, he invited the world’s leaders. The Midrash tells us that Og stood among them, looked at the eight-day-old baby, tiny and fragile, and sneered:

“This? This little thing is the future? I could crush him with one finger.”

On the surface, Og seemed to be commenting on physical strength. Beneath the surface, he was doing what antisemites always do: Dismissing the Jewish future. Dismissing Jewish worth. Dismissing Jewish destiny.

Og didn’t see a covenant. He saw a nuisance. He didn’t see eternity. He saw weakness.

Hashem responded instantly:
“You will live to see thousands of his descendants, and you will fall in their hands.”

This became the Jewish script ever since. Every Purim, every October 7th, every pogrom, every exile, every comeback, and every miracle. Antisemites rise loud and towering and fall just as hard.

Like every Torah story, this one is not just about ancient villains. It’s about you I.

Inside each of us lives a quiet voice that whispers Og’s words:

“You? Really? You think you can make a difference?
 You want to grow spiritually? Why bother?
 You’re too small. Too inconsistent. Too late.
 Crushable with one finger.”

That voice is the internal antisemite. Not against Jews, but against the Jew within you.
The part that wants to pray, to give, to grow, to love, to improve, to return, and to connect.

That voice mocks your first steps. It belittles your progress. It sneers at your potential just as Og sneered at Yitzchak. And just like Og, it dresses intimidation up as logic.

Og’s error was simple. He measured size whereas G-d measured purpose. Og saw an infant where G-d saw infinity.

Every Jew carries that same covenant; an identity that begins before we can think or choose, like Yitzchak’s bris at eight days old. It isn’t earned, intellectual, nor is it fragile. It is essential,  inborn and permanent.

That’s why the inner Og has no real power.

He can bark, but he can’t bite.
He can roar, but he can’t rule.
He can loom, but he can’t lead.

Every time we do something Jewish, whether it’s lighting Shabbos candles, giving tzedakah, putting on tefillin, saying Shema, or learning a line of Torah, we prove the giant wrong.

The promise Hashem made to Og wasn’t just a punishment; it was a prophecy:

“You will see the Jewish future, and you will fall before it.”

That’s exactly what happens inside us. Every inner critic, every hesitation, every “you’re not enough” does not survive real action. A mitzvah is stronger than fear. A Jewish step forward is heavier than the giant blocking your way.

Yitzchak grew up and the giant didn’t stop him. The Jewish people grew up, and the anti-Semites didn’t stop us.

And you? You have the power to grow past every barrier, every mocking voice, and every self-minimizing thought. Because you are not fueled by ego.  You are fueled by Avraham’s legacy; that calm certainty that G-d is the only true reality. Nothing can stand in the way of a Jew who moves forward with purpose.

Og said, “He’s nothing.”
G-d said, “Watch.”
And the world is still watching.

Have a good shabbos,

Rabbi Kushi Schusterman 

Mitzvah? Just Do It

Sometimes we overthink things.

We imagine that spiritual life must be lofty, mystical, deeply emotional, or profoundly intellectual. We tell ourselves: “When I’m inspired… when I understand more… when I feel something… then I’ll do more mitzvos.”

But Judaism works the other way around.

Do the mitzvah first.

The inspiration follows.

Kabbalah explains that Avraham represents the soul and Sarah represents the body. Astonishingly, when Sarah passes away, it is Avraham (the soul) who cries for the body. The soul doesn’t look down on the body. It loves it, misses it, and remains forever connected to it.

Jewish tradition doesn’t view the body as an obstacle but as a partner. And not just any partner, ultimately, the body becomes the primary vehicle for G-d’s purpose.

That is why G-d tells Avraham, “Whatever Sarah tells you, listen to her voice.” In other words: when it comes to fulfilling G-d’s mission in this world, the body leads.

The point?

Judaism is not an escape from the physical world.

It is a transformation of it.

You can meditate on the spiritual meaning of tefillin, or Shabbat candles for hours, but if you don’t actually put them on, or light them, beautiful intentions aside, you have not fulfilled the mitzvah. Worse, you have missed the mitzvah altogether.

But if you do put them on, even without lofty intentions, you’ve done exactly what G-d wants.

There is a time for study.
There is a time for inspiration.
There is a time for understanding.
But first: There is a mitzvah to do.

In the messianic era, when Moshiach comes, the soul will receive its life-force from the body, not the other way around. In G-d’s ultimate plan, the simple, concrete, physical act carries more holiness than the most elevated spiritual meditation.

That means your mitzvah, your physical mitzvah, the one you do, is priceless.

When you light Shabbos candles, give tzedakah, say Shema, put on tefillin, affix a mezuzah, or help another Jew, you bring G-d into the world in a way no abstract spirituality ever can.

The next time you feel uninspired, the next time you feel unprepared, the next time you feel like you “don’t understand enough”, do a mitzvah anyway.

Not because you’re perfect.
Not because you’re holy.
Not because you’re inspired.
Do it because G-d asked you to.
Do it because your body is G-d’s toolbox.
Do it because every mitzvah brings the world closer to Moshiach.
Do it because sometimes the deepest spirituality begins with the simplest action.

Mitzvos. Just do them.

Have a good Shabbos,

Rabbi Kushi Schusterman
P.S. No services at Chabad this week.

Don’t Give Up on the Addict

Life is full of surprises, and sometimes, frustrations. We try to help others, to lift them, to guide them. At times, we see progress; other times, it feels like we’re walking in circles. You give your heart, your time, your prayers, and the push back is exasperating.

You see this clearly when helping someone struggling with addiction. There are good days: they go to meetings, they stay clean, they seem to be turning the corner. And then, suddenly, a relapse. Maybe a dealer convinces them to “try it just once more.” Or it may be a well-meaning friend who says, “Come on, just have one drink.”

It’s heartbreaking. But it’s real.

In our own spiritual work, it can feel similar. As Jewish people helping other Jewish people connect, we sometimes wonder if we’re making any impact at all. You invest in someone, teach them, show them the beauty of Judaism and then they don’t engage. You may not hear from them for quite some time. It can feel like all your efforts were for nothing.

The Torah reminds us that nothing good is ever wasted.

Yitzchak (Isaac) digs wells. The first is filled in by the locals, the second is stolen from him and given to the Philistines. Yet he doesn’t give up. He keeps digging, again and again, until he finds water that no one takes away.

Yitzchak understood something profound: beneath the surface, the water is always there. You just have to keep digging.

Whether you’re helping someone break free from addiction, trying to awaken another Jew’s soul, or even building a business that seems stuck, the lesson is the same. Don’t give up. Don’t let setbacks convince you that the effort is pointless. The real growth, the real breakthrough, often happens right after the hardest struggle.

Keep digging. Keep believing.

If what you’re doing is good, it will bear fruit! Even if it doesn’t make sense yet.

Good Shabbos,

Rabbi Kushi Schusterman
P.S. May we all uncover the living waters; the deep G-dliness within ourselves and those around us.

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