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."
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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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