D'Var Torah - Parshas Re'eh By Rabbi Baruch Lederman
"See, I place before you today a blessing and a curse." (Deut.
11:26)
We often think that our success is due purely to our
skill, talent and efforts. While it is true that we must do hard work, it is
only with Hashem's (G-d's) blessings that we can accomplish anything, as the
following true story illustrates:
On November 28th, 1944, the submarine Archer-fish under the command
of Captain Joe Enright, was patrolling Tokyo Bay. Suddenly he spotted in
his periscope the super-aircraft carrier, Shinano, over 70,000 tons (40,000 tons
bigger than the U.S. carriers Essex or Yorktown!). Its existence is unknown to
the intelligence forces of the United States government! Originally intended to
be a battleship, the Japanese lost so many carriers at Mariana Islands, Leyte
Gulf and Midway that they put their hopes for victory on fielding this
mega-aircraft carrier. It was created with a special concrete-filled double hull
to make it virtually impenetrable to torpedoes and with watertight compartments
in order to make it almost unsinkable.
Captain Enright has his
troubles. The day before his radar went down. In fixing it his technicians had
to test it, thus revealing his presence. Now he sees the carrier, but it's
traveling too fast at 20 knots (the Shinano had a top speed of 27 knots, but
with only 8 of its boilers operable, it could only make 20 knots; a fleet
submarine's top speed was 18 knots and push come to shove, 19 knots). Wanting to
keep contact with the carrier, Enright continuously uses his radar (a
non-standard strategy as it announces his presence; he figures they already know
he is there from the previous day's radar testing).
When the
Shinano heads south there is no way the sub can keep the carrier in contact, so
Archer-fish sends off a contact report to Comsubpac in Hawaii informing them of
the target and course. Archer-fish follows the deduced course of the aircraft
carrier in hopes that the submarine will get ahead of the carrier when the
carrier will zig back to its main course. (When a carrier is in sub-infested
waters it does not want to maintain a straight course to give the subs an
easy setup to shoot their torpedoes; instead it zigs and zags to the right and
left -- starboard and port -- of its course.
Sure enough, the carrier is spotted heading back towards the
deduced course! The sub submerges to set up a shot. The angle is oblique, but it
will have to do. Wait! The carrier is turning due north! A perfect 90 degree,
perpendicular shot. Off go a spread of 6 torpedoes at 8 second intervals.
Four torpedoes hit ... and about 6 hours later, the super-aircraft carrier sinks
with about half of her crew.
Great job! Captain Enright receives
the Navy Cross. He did everything right. He sunk the equivalent of the Japanese
Bismarck, the last hope of Japan! The application of brains, daring and
experience! Now ... here's what Captain Enright didn't know!
The
Shinano was commanded by Captain Abe (and no ... he was not Jewish). Captain Abe
is directed by the Japanese High Command to move the Shinano to the Inland Sea
because they fear that a previous B-29 raid had photographed the Shinano and
subsequent bombing missions will target the boatyard where the Shinano is being
completed. Captain Abe protests that the Shinano is not ready -- the waterproof
compartments have not been air-tested to ensure that they will contain incoming
water; there are gaskets missing and doors are miss-aligned. Four of his
twelve boilers are not yet operational. The High Command tells him, "Go anyway!
And go at night because we have no planes to escort you!"
Captain
Abe has report of a submarine using radar (remember the testing to put the
Archer-fish's radar back on line?). He assumes there is a wolf pack of
submarines out there. When he hears the constant radar (remember: the
Archer-fish couldn't keep up, but wanted to keep contact) he commands his four
battle-proven destroyer escorts to maintain position around the Shinano. He
figures that the submarine is a decoy to draw the destroyers off of their
positions so that another sub can sneak inside the perimeter and sink the
Shinano. When one of his destroyers spots the sub and takes chase, Captain
Abe calls him back and reprimands him -- right before the destroyer can fire
upon the sub or depth charge the sub. Had the destroyer pursued the sub, the
Shinano could have escaped contact! After heading south, the
Shinano is forced to slow down because of a hot bearing in its propeller shaft,
making her speed less than the flank speed of the submarine. Captain Abe is told
of the sub's radio broadcast (when the sub could no longer keep radar contact
with the Shinano). Figuring that the sub is radioing his new heading to other
subs, Captain Abe alters his course back to the north -- towards the Archer-fish
which has moved ahead and now lies in wait because of the Shinano's zig and
slower speed (due to the hot ball bearing).
When Captain Abe
receives report that the radar wave from the sub has ceased (when the submarine
submerged for the oblique torpedo shot), he says, "Aha! (or the Japanese
equivalent) "the sub is about to fire torpedoes!" So, what does Captain Abe do?
He alters his course to the west to ruin the torpedo setup, thus instead putting
himself in a perpendicular position to the sub for a classic, perfect setup for
a torpedo shot! Before the four torpedoes hit, Captain
Abe has given the order to batten down the hatches. Unfortunately, due to
missing and broken gaskets, and miss-aligned doors, the order proves worthless.
Rather than heading for shore to beach his carrier and save it, he assumes that
four torpedoes cannot do major damage. So, he heads at his best speed towards
his destination -- thus forcing more water into his hull ... until it's too late
to save the ship and he sinks.
Now, here's the question! What
sunk the Shinano? Captain Enright's seamanship and strategy or Captain Abe's
assumptions? The answer: both! The lesson: We have to do our best in life. Take
into account the information available to us and make our decisions. The
outcome? It's out of our hands! Success is in the "hands" of the Hashem.
If Hashem wants that aircraft carrier sunk, it will sink. If He doesn't, it
won't.
Want evidence? One year previously our same Captain
Enright was commanding the U.S.S. Dace. Comsubpac sent him a Top Secret message.
They had intercepted the Japanese naval code and broken it. They gave Captain
Enright the location, course and speed of the aircraft carrier Shokaku (which
was involved in the bombing of Pearl Harbor). Captain Enright positioned himself
in the perfect spot to intercept the aircraft carrier. At the appointed time,
there was the aircraft carrier -- 9 miles away (too far to intercept)! The
current had slowed to 1/3 of its normal speed, accounting for the different
position of the carrier. Captain Enright stood at his periscope, brokenhearted,
and watched the carrier sail over the horizon, powerless to do anything. The
lesson: do your best, but know that ultimately success is in the hands of the
Hashem.
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Rav Pappa was climbing a ladder when he suddenly began to slip. He grappled for
a moment, then caught himself before falling. He was gripped with trepidation
because he understood this as a sign from heaven that he had done something that
was deemed worthy of death penalty. Rav Chiya suggested that perhaps Rav Pappa
had failed to give tzedaka (charity) to a poor person. The Talmud teaches, "One
who hides his eyes from tzedaka is considered as one who serves idols." Idol
worship is punishable by death. The Maharsha (Baba Basra 10A) says that Rav
Chiya was hinting to the following incident:
Once a poor person came to Rav Pappa, who was in charge of the
communal charity fund, for a donation from the fund. Rav Pappa denied him
because this man was also going from door to door for donations and the law
stated, "When a poor person collects from door to door, he is not given a gift
from the communal fund." Rav Samma rebuked him saying, "If you don't give him,
than others will not give and he will die."
Rav Pappa responded, "What can I do? The law states 'When a poor
person collects from door to door, he is not given a gift from the communal
fund.' " Rav Samma retorted, "He is not given a large gift, but he is given
small token gift."
Rav Moshe Dov Harris explained that Rav Pappa could not be
considered as one who "hides his eyes from tzedaka" just because he did not know
a law. Rather, Rav Pappa failed to deduce the law because he lacked empathy
towards the plight of the poor person. In addition to transferring funds, the
mitzvah of tzedaka requires that one be sensitive to the plight of the poor
person and feel his pain. Had Rav Pappa put himself in the poor man's shoes, he
would have realized that 'no gift' could not be an option and therefore a small
token gift must be in order. Rav Pappa's failing was in the essential mitzvah of
tzedaka and thus is tantamount to Idol worship.
How important it is for us to be constantly and acutely tuned in to
the feelings of others.
DVAR TORAH: Re’eh
“Children are you to the L-rd your G-d…
For you are a holy nation… a treasured people…” (Deut. 14:1-2)
We are a special, holy, treasured
people. When we realize this, we embrace our role as G-d’s children and
as such we come closer to Hashem (G-d). Sometimes Hashem’s children
reunite with their Father in the most unexpected ways, as the following
true story illustrates:
Though born in the Jewish state, Omri's childhood was devoid of any
Judaism. Omri Vartash grew up in Kibbutz Ruchama - an affiliate of the
communist Shomer HaTzair Movement.
A product of secular Israel, it didn't
occur to anyone, apparently, to mark his bar mitzvah - not even with a
symbolic celebration. He'd never set foot in a synagogue, or wanted to.
"I knew that religious people didn't eat bread on Passover, but that was
the extent of my information on that holiday."
His parents enrolled him in the School of the Arts in Mitzpeh Rimon, to
develop his artistic talents. When, in time, Omri received a tempting
invitation: to travel to Italy, the home of theater, to study acting, he
jumped at it. The Theater Lab was headed by the world-renowned Jerzy
Grotowski, who even after his death is held in such high esteem that
some theater fans stand up respectfully at the very mention of his name.
"My parents were elated to hear that I would be studying with the great
Grotowski," Omri recalled. "They stood tall, bursting with pride, and
told anyone who was willing to listen!"
Occasionally, Grotowski would invite one of his students for a private
meeting. His students hailed from all over the world. "Every one of us
hoped for a chance for such intimacy with our mentor, a relaxed
conversation in his home or in some secluded place. We learned so much
from him then; it was a mini-lesson on the 'tricks of the trade' of
theater life, a truly eye-opening talk.”
And then one day, it was Omri's turn. He was beside himself with
excitement. What would Grotowski say to him? What questions should he
ask "the master"?
Grotowski invited Omri to dinner in an Italian restaurant. There, in the
midst of devouring an enormous plate of spaghetti, he asked the young
Israeli a very pointed question: "What do you know about the Baal Shem
Tov?" He even pronounced the Baal Shem Tov's name correctly
"Baal what?" Omri asked, thoroughly confused and at a loss. "What Shem?"
The words sounded like Hebrew, but what was Grotowski talking about?
Now it was the great director's turn to be shocked. "You are a Jew, are
you not?! Do you mean to tell me that you've never heard of the Baal
Shem Tov?! Who educated you?! Where did you grow up?! Why, he was one of
the greatest men of your nation!"
Grotowski, the Polish gentile, looked long and hard at his student.
Then, patiently, he proceeded to tell him about the Chassidic movement,
which began in the Ukraine and spread across Grotowski's native Poland.
But mostly, he described the holy Baal Shem Tov, and the miracles he
performed.
Omri Vartash, kibbutz-born secular Israeli, sat in an Italian restaurant
in the heart of Rome, and listened breathlessly. He'd never heard
anything remotely like it.
"It was the most meaningful discussion of my life. I started to think:
'How could this knowledge have been hidden from me for all these years?
I'm completely disconnected from the history of my own people! How is it
that a Polish gentile knows more than I do?"
Omri never imagined what would happen next. The next morning, Grotowski
phoned to set up another meeting with his Jewish student. And he gave
him a book, an English translation of Shivchei HaBesht (Praises of the
Baal Shem Tov). "Read this! It will greatly enrich you," his "rebbe”
told him. Omri took the book, and so began his journey into Judaism. He
read the book from start to finish, and the more he read, the more he
wanted to know. Meanwhile, Grotowski was keeping tabs on his student, to
see what he would do with his newfound knowledge.
"I'm simply astonished!" Omri told him. "But what should I do next?"
"Continue your search!" Grotowski told Omri. "You came here on a
spiritual quest but all the spirituality you could ever need is right
there before you, in your own ancient religion! I know that there are
special books that explain the laws and customs to Jews who are
searching for the truth."
Omri didn't sit idle; he went looking for more. And he began committing
himself to observing certain practices. "I started by maintaining a
separation between milk and meat, despite the fact that I didn't yet eat
kosher food. And, with Grotowski's encouragement, I began going to
synagogue for the first time in my life. I tried to take part in the
prayers.”
"The deeper I went in my research of Judaism, the deeper my relationship
became with Grotowski. My non-Jewish friends noticed that the two of us
had developed a special kinship. He would question me in great detail
about my visits to the synagogue, and about my experiences during
prayer.”
"You have no further need to remain here," he told Omri, one day. "You
must return home, and continue there to search for your roots."
And Omri, forever loyal and obedient to his master's words, packed up
his bags and returned to Israel.
When he got home, he told his baffled parents just what he had learned
from the famous director Grotowski: that he needed to become religious.
"My parents were speechless. Totally. They'd sent me to him so that I'd
return as an accomplished actor. Instead, I was now going to become a
'dos' ('ultra-Orthodox Jew)!"
In Jerusalem, he continued along the path to Judaism. Omri accepted upon
himself, completely and absolutely, the yoke of religious observance,
and totally became a part of the Torah world.
On the advice of a Torah sage, Omri decided that he needed to make use
of his acting skills and of everything he had learned in Italy, in order
to increase awareness of Torah. He and an actor friend, who was also
returning to his roots, began to write skits that would teach children
about their heritage.
"What we try to do is to use our acting skills to serve the greater
public. We are tools to assist people in rediscovering their beliefs,”
explains Omri.
The duo began their work with no equipment, no scenery, and no props.
They traveled, as they were, from school to school, and performed for
children. Today, three years later, there's no sector of society before
whom the duo haven't performed - Yeshiva schools, Chassidic cheders,
even some secular high schools. A highlight of their career was being
awarded a National Prize, in recognition of a play they wrote, and
performed all over the country, about guarding one's speech.
There is one performance that to Omri will never forget. The school
principal warned that none of his students could sit still for more than
five minutes. Throughout the play, the children sat unmoving, their eyes
glued to the stage. Afterwards, one of the students, complete with a
dyed blond, moussed, "mushroom-style'' hairdo, approached. There were
tears in his eyes. He had a tough appearance, but his heart was soft.
"You spoke about prayer," he explained. "Never in my life did I cry as
much as I cried just now."
Says Omri: "Keep in mind that we're talking about a teenager whose
entire life is entwined in the Western culture, with all its ugliness.
Yet the Torah message succeeded in penetrating his soul, and awakening
his faith. That is what is most moving for us." (The
foregoing, researched by Aharon Granot, was submitted by Rabbi Aryeh
Moshen.)
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