D'Var Torah - Pesach - 5764
By Rabbi Baruch Lederman

 

A certain man once decided that he wanted to make his Pesach Seder the most meaningful and spiritual ever. He spent weeks of preparation and meditation. He studied the most erudite and esoteric commentaries on the Hagada. As Pesach approached, he bought the most super kosher Matzo available. He prepared the charoses and the maror and all the special foods for the Seder.

 

When the Seder finally arrived, he sat like a king, reciting the hagada with fervor, consuming the ritual Seder foods with the utmost sense of holiness, and singing the Pesach songs with joy into the wee hours of the night. He could not have been more pleased and satisfied after this monumental event.

 

The next afternoon, he was thinking about the second Seder to take place that night. He wanted this to be just as grand and special as the first. He was very tired, having stayed up so late the night before, so he decided to take a nap that afternoon in order to be awake and fresh for the night time Seder.

 

As it happened, because he was so exhausted, he slept until almost midnight. Since halacha (Jewish Law) requires that the Afikomen, which is the final food of the seder, be eaten before chatzos (midnight), he now needed to hastily start the seder; rapidly recite the hagada; quickly eat the matzo, maror and charoses; drink the 4 cups; eat a modest meal; and chant all the appropriate blessings. He had only minutes to accomplish all of this.

 

The next day, he was mulling over the events of the previous night. He was so disappointed. He had such a marvelous Seder the night before. How could he have such an uninspiring rush-job the next night? He was very depressed about it and went to speak to his Rabbi for guidance, and to tell him about his sad second Seder.

 

The Rabbi listened to the entire story and responded, "Perhaps, in the eyes of Heaven, your second Seder was superior to the first. At the first Seder you were proud and haughty. You were convinced that you were doing the Seder your way and it was better than anyone else. At your second Seder, you were humble and determined. Despite your disappointment you proceeded to fulfill the Ratzon Hashem (G-d's will) rather than your own will. You were a true eved Hashem (servant of G-d). You conducted the Seder simply because you knew it is a mitzvah to do so - even without intense emotional euphoria. What greater kavana (intent) could there be than this? That is indeed a wonderful praiseworthy thing."

 

Emotions are a tricky thing. What gives us the maximum emotional feeling, may not be best thing in terms of our true avodas Hashem (Divine service).

 

A man, whose father had just passed away, called Rabbi Avraham Ginsburg, Dean of Chofetz Chaim Yeshiva in Queens, NY, requesting that a group of Yeshiva students be sent to the funeral. It meant a lot to him that only the purest and holiest of men, handle his father’s burial.

 

Since this would involve taking the students away from their studies, Rabbi Ginsburg was forced to decline. He explained, “I know that you wish to make the greatest tribute to your father, but it would actually be a greater merit for your father to have these men continuing in their Torah studies, rather than having them miss out on their studies.”

 

Reb Yisroel Salanter was once in shul waiting to say kaddish for his father. In those days, only one mourner would say the kaddish and it was now Reb Yisroel’s turn. Another man was extremely agitated and he wanted to say the kaddish even though it wasn’t his turn. Reb Yisroel gave up his spot for this man.

 

Reb Yisroel explained later, “I very much wanted to say the kaddish for my beloved father and did not want to give up my turn; however, I considered the matter for a few moments and realized that it would be a greater merit for my father if I would do this chesed (kindness) in his honor, and allow an anguished fellow Jew a chance to find some serenity.”

 

Emotions are among the most important things we have – they allow us to be human. But if we let our emotions dictate everything to us, we may not always be led down the proper path.


 

D'Var Torah - Pesach - 5764
By Rabbi Baruch Lederman

 

Rabbi Yosef Charif of Slonim was known for his sharpness and insight. Every year as Pesach approached, he received a multitude of queries concerning the intricate laws of the holiday. One year, he received a distressed looking woman on Erev Pesach morning, asking for an audience with the Rabbi. The Rabbi ushered her into his study.

The woman was none other than the wife of R' Nota Hirsch. R' Nota was a successful businessman and a prominent active member of the Jewish community. He was one of the biggest philanthropists in the entire region.

"Rabbi," she began, "I am at my wits end. My husband has suffered severe business setbacks that have wiped him out. He has no money left - not a one cent."
 

"I am so sorry to hear this," responded Rabbi Charif, "I didn't know a thing about it."

"That's just it," she explained, "He is too humiliated to let anyone know. For years, we have always had the pleasure of contributing generously to the mitzvah of Maos Chittim (Passover food for the needy), and now I do not even have the ability to provide for our own Pesach - and the first Seder is tonight. I do not know what to do, I cannot ask anyone for help - my husband's pride would be devastated. I didn't even tell him that I was coming here."

The Rabbi mulled over the problem for a few moments and came up with an idea, "Tell your husband that tonight in shul, when he greets me after services, he should whisper in my ear."

"Why should he do that?"

"You must trust me and do as I say. Make sure he whispers in my ear."

That night, the synagogue was packed with people, all dressed in their YomTov (holiday) finery. Everyone was radiant with happiness and holiday spirit, looking forward to the Seder they would enjoy at home with their families that evening. As was customary, each went up to the front to personally greet the Rabbi.

When R' Nota Hirsch went up to greet the Rabbi, he followed his wife's instructions (though neither he nor she had any idea why), and whispered into the Rabbi's ear, "Gut YomTov (happy holiday) Rabbi. Happy Pesach."

Upon hearing this, the Rabbi jumped up and said in a loud voice, "Oy vey! I am so sorry to tell you this. It is all chometz (not kosher for Passover). It is all chometz!"

Everyone in the shul heard this and assumed that R' Nota was describing some accidental occurrence that took place in their kitchen, and asking the Rabbi to rule whether or not it was kosher. Immediately one of the onlookers said, "Don't worry R' Nota, I have extra matzo in my house, I will bring you over some so that at least you will have matzo for the Seder." Another piped up, "We have extra wine, I will bring some over so you can drink the Four Cups." Another man chimed, "My wife made plenty of extra chicken soup, we will bring you over some for the Seder meal."

Word of the "kashrus accident" spread throughout the town. There was literally a stream of people coming throughout the night, each bringing a dish or two, from fish to salad to soup to honey cake. By the time the night was over, they had enough food for a week. Thanks to the Rabbi's wisdom and sensitivity, no one knew or even suspected anything about the family's severe financial straits.

In the coming months, things turned around completely. By the next Pesach, R' Nota Hirsch was restored to his original wealth - only now, he was even more grateful to Hashem (G-d) and more philanthropic than ever.
 


 

D'Var Torah - Pesach - 5764
By Rabbi Baruch Lederman

 

In 1942, Seymour Lederman was stationed in Biloxi Mississippi for basic training. America had just entered World War II, and young men from all over the country were preparing to serve their country overseas.

 

The small Jewish community in Biloxi arranged for a special Pesach Seder for the Jewish soldiers. Word was sent to the base that any Jewish soldier wishing to attend was welcome. Since they didn't know how many would show up and not wanting to be caught short, they prepared a hundred places for the Seder. To their shock, a thousand Jewish soldiers showed up.

 

After sorting out the confusion (and there was plenty of it), they got under way. During the evening, the local Rabbi thanked a certain woman in the crowd and announced that the seder could not have been arranged without her help. This woman was the local parson's wife. She had worked tirelessly, using all the resources and connections she had.

 

At the end of the evening, Seymour made his way over to the parson's wife and thanked her for her part in this wonderful event. She told him it was no bother and it was her pleasure, then she added sweetly, with a big southern smile, "I love Jews."

 

She continued to explain, "When I was a young woman, straight out of school, I got a job working as an office manager for a hospital. The head doctor told me that there was a widowed Jewish woman on the 3rd floor, who had run up quite an unpaid bill. He asked me to go up and collect whatever I could from her. I told him that I was sure that there wouldn't be any problem, as I knew that her husband had been a wealthy man and had surely provided for her."

 

"After speaking to her, she broke down in tears, and revealed that although her husband had left her well provided, the mounting medical bills had eaten up all her savings. She had no money and no hope. I was shaken because I didn't know what would become of this woman. I didn't know how much longer my boss would give her a 'free ride.'"

 

"I remembered hearing of a prominent Jewish businessman in the region. He lived in a different city, but maybe he would have some idea of what could be done - any ideas or suggestions would have been most welcome. I called him and gave him the details. We hung up."

 

"The next day, a man arrived in town. He made his way to the hospital and located the woman. He spoke to her with great kindness and respect. He had an understated compassion. He paid up her entire bill and instructed my office to send the future hospital bills to him - which he always paid on time. Before he left, he gave her some extra money for anything else she might need, all the while, giving her words of assurance and encouragement."

 

"I was dumbstruck. This man traveled several hundred miles for the sake of a woman whom he had never met. She was a perfect stranger, yet he took care of her like she was a queen. When I saw how Jews take care of each other, I knew that this was a truly special and blessed people. I love Jews."

 

My uncle Seymour always adds with heartfelt pride and emotion, "I love telling this story."

[The foregoing true story was told to me by my uncle Mr. Seymour Lederman.]

 


 

D'Var Torah - Pesach - 5763
By Rabbi Baruch Lederman

        The Torah points out that G-d took us out of Egypt in the springtime, when the weather was beautiful, so that we could fully enjoy this great event. Surely we would have been happy to leave the bitter bondage of Egypt in any weather, but, G-d added this special touch for our benefit. We learn from here that it is a mitzvah to take the emotional and psychological needs of the recipient into account, not just the physical needs, when we do a chesed (an act of kindness).

        There were two Jewish soldiers in the Czar's army in Russia, who were stuck with no place to go for Pesach (Passover). They finally located a Jewish merchant who lived in a town not too far from their base. They managed to contact the merchant who told them that he was able to offer Pesach hospitality for the two of them. He added that he routinely had guests for Pesach and due to the expenses involved he charged a fee, as any Inn would.
 
        The fee was a hefty sum, but the poor soldiers had no choice. When they got there, they found that the accommodations were lavish. The food was scrumptious - gourmet quality - and plentiful. Their room, the beds, the baths, the linens were exquisite. The two soldiers made sure to get their money's worth and they did - it was beyond what they ever could have imagined or hoped for.
 
        The day after Pesach ended, as the two soldiers were taking their leave of the mansion, the host handed each of them an envelope and wished them well. Each opened his envelope and found the money that he had given the host for their Passover stay - completely untouched. Now they were baffled. Why was he giving back the money? What was going on?
 
        The host explained, "I never had any intention of keeping the money or charging you anything. Hachnosas orchim (hospitality) is a mitzvah which I am proud to do. I was simply afraid that if you thought all of this was free, you would be hesitant and refrain from imposing on my hospitality. By making you think you were paying for it, I was assured that you would take full advantage with joy, of all that was being offered, without holding back. Now that Pesach is over and that goal was accomplished, there is no longer a need to hold your money so I handed it back."
 
The above story was told to ShulWeek by Rabbi Mordechai Hecht. HAVE A GREAT STORY? Please send it to us. Contact us to dedicate a Dvar Torah in memory of a loved one or in honor of a person or event.

DVAR TORAH: Pesach

A Rabbi was speaking during Pesach about the exodus from Egypt, which included perhaps the greatest miracle of all time, the Splitting of the Red Sea (Krias Yam Suf). The Rabbi explained that the there were many many miracles involved in this miracle.

 

The sea not only split, but it formed a roof like protection over them. The water split into twelve separate lanes – one for each tribe. The walls of water were see-through so that the tribes could still see each other and feel more secure. There were fruit trees and fountains of sweet drinking water along the way.

 

The ground under their feet was hard not mushy, so they could walk through with ease and not get stuck in the mud. When the Egyptians stepped on the same ground, it became clay like to punish the Egyptians for making the Jews work in the clay pits. The walls of water became rock hard to hammer the Egyptians. The hardened walls formed beautiful decorative mosaics.

 

A scoffer in the crowd stood up and interrupted, “Rabbi, that is all nice fanciful lore and embellishment; however the Red Sea phenomenon can all be very easily explained. Modern scholarship has concluded that the Red Sea in that area was only ten inches deep at that time. It was no problem for the Israelites to wade across. This is all that happened. The rest is exaggeration and hyperbole which ultimately turned into legend. It’s all very simple you know."

 

Everyone was wondering what the Rabbi would say. Did the Rabbi even have an answer? But how could the Rabbi refute what so many scientists accepted. The crowd waited with bated breath.

”That is amazing,” responded the Rabbi, “Your scholarship is very impressive. I have no answer to your erudite theory. I just have one question. How exactly did the entire Egyptian army drown in ten inches of water?!"

 

Dedicated by Shirley Gee in honor of Shabbos HaGadol.


DVAR TORAH: Pesach

“This is the decree of the Pesach-Offering; no ben neichar (gentile) shall eat of it, …no uncircumcised male may eat of it.” (Exodus 12:43,48)

 

Every year, the Pesach-Offering (korban pesach) was brought in the Bais Hamikdash (Holy Temple); just as it was that very first Pesach when the Jews actually left Egypt; and was distributed to be eaten by the Jewish people. The korban pesach was not to be served to a non-jew.

 

Rabbi Yehuda ben Besaira had a neighbor who was not Jewish. One day the neighbor boasted to him, “It is written in your Torah that no gentile or uncircumcised male shall eat of the korban pesach; yet, I go every year to the Temple in Jerusalem, pretending to be a Jew and I eat of the very best of the Pascal lamb.

 

This was a terrible situation which could not be allowed to continue, yet how could the Rabbi stop him if he insisted on playing this charade.

 

Rabbi Yehuda ben Besaira was not flapped by this. Without missing a beat, he asked the neighbor, “Have they given you the fatty tail?”

 

The neighbor replied in the negative. Rabbi Yehuda said in a friendly way, “You are missing the best part. Next time you are there be sure to ask for it.”

 

The neighbor thought to himself, “I can’t believe that all this time, those Jews have been holding out on me. I will show them. I will demand the fatty tail.”

 

When it was time for the meat of the Korbon Pesach to be given out,  the imposter got on line as usual – everyone there was unaware of his deception. After receiving his portion he asked to be given the fatty tail.

 

They were stunned by the request, “What did you ask for?”

 

“You heard me, I want he fatty tail. I know that’s the best part and you’ve been trying to hold out on me. Well it won’t work. Don’t even think about trying to fool me anymore. I’m too smart for you.”

 

“Who told you that we should give you the fatty tail?”

 

“Why my dear old neighbor Rabbi Yehuda ben Besaira.”

 

The sages were confused by this request. How could the great Rabbi Yehuda ben Besaira tell anyone to request the fatty tail? Any Rabbi worth his snuff knows that the fatty tail is burned completely on the altar and is not eaten by anyone at all – certainly the great Rabbi Yehuda ben Besaira knew that. It was strange indeed. It must be that Rabbi Yehuda ben Besaira was trying to send them some sort of message here.

 

They did some investigating and discovered that the “Jewish” neighbor was indeed only pretending to be a Jew when he actually wasn’t. The non-jew was busted for this, and the travesty finally ended.

 

The clever Rabbi, with his quick thinking managed to catch a crook from thousands of miles away, and save the day. The sages sent him a note saying, “Rabbi Yehuda ben Besaira, you live in Netzivin, yet your net is spread out over Jerusalem.”

 

Dedicated by Dr. Franklin S. Felber.


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