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Serving G-d on a Regular Tuesday

Three weeks ago, I stood in Shul listening to the piercing sound of the Shofar, immersed in intense reverie, imagining its echoing call, ushering all of us into the Jewish utopia of Moshiach.
 
Two weeks ago, I stood in Shul with the holy ark open in front of me, as we all proclaimed G-d's name with the passion and devotion of millions of others with us and before us in history, rededicating our lives to Him.
 
One week ago, I stood in Shul, reveling in watching my children dance joyfully on Simchat Torah, until they literally spilled into the street.
 
And here I am now, trying to figure out our perplexing religion which commands three weeks of a non-stop spiritual marathon when we entrench ourselves in spirituality…and then it all comes to a sudden halt.
 
On this Tuesday morning.
 
As I sort through piles of mail, chop some vegetables, pre-treat some laundry and retie my son's shoe.
 
Or does it?
 
I sort through my mail and discover an envelope that belongs to the neighbor next door.  Looks like mindless, useless junk, but I take the time to bring it to her, knowing that only she deserves to make that decision.
 
I chop some vegetables, and cook a hot, nutritious kosher dinner for my family.
 
I pre-treat the laundry and have the pleasure later of folding warm, fresh clean undershirts that will wrap my children in a layer of love from the icy winds outside.
 
I retie my son's shoe, once again, without losing patience with him, and conclude with a kiss, once again, that will stay in his emotional memory forever.
 
Because Judaism is not about serving G-d and being spiritual solely in a Shul, with the holy Torah scrolls in view.  It's about serving G-d at all times, wherever you are, and whatever is demanded of you.  You can bring G-d pleasure with intense prayer on Yom Kippur, and you can then bring G-d the same pleasure on an ordinary Tuesday when you are honest in business, cook a hot, nutritious kosher meal for your family, or take care of their physical and emotional needs warmly and lovingly.
 
So in a spiritual way, it's actually Yom Kippur-on this regular Tuesday.

What Do We Believe?

As I exited the supermarket with my eight-year-old daughter, I was stopped by a political petitioner, encouraging me to sign.  After stopping at his table for a few moments, we continued to the parking lot.

 

My daughter wanted to know what the petitioner wanted.  I explained to her the plan that he represented, and that he wanted to get local residents on board with this proposition.

 

“What do we believe, is he right or wrong?” She asked, her little hand wrapped in mine.

 

It struck me then what innocent, fresh sponges G-d entrusts us with.  Suddenly, beyond explaining to her what I thought of the proposition involved, I was awed at how wide-open she was to listening to-and whole-heartedly accepting-whatever I was to tell her as an absolute truth.  Indeed, a few days later, I overheard her discussing what we should sign, and what we shouldn’t sign, with her carpool companions.

 

In a few short years, she will evolve into a passionate teenager, with many of her own opinions about life.  But right now, here she is, asking me what we believe.

 

If she deserves a clear opinion about a political proposition that will be obsolete in a few months, how much more so should she receive clear direction about her Jewish heritage, which is everlasting.

 

Let us consciously, lovingly, educate our children in what is rightfully theirs.  Let us give them the gift, the comfort, of real, absolute truth.  A good way to start is by enrolling them in Hebrew School, or better yet, a Jewish Day School.  And of equal importance, let us invite Judaism into our homes.  Let us not let it happen by default, so that when they are older they will want to know what a Torah is, or if there is any joy in Judaism.

 

Let us imprint in their little minds and hearts so that “even when he grows old he will not depart from it.”* 

 

In the immortal words of Amos's beautifully poetic prophecy:**

 

There will come a time…

Our children will not hunger for bread

Our children will not thirst for water

They will hunger for the words of G-d

 

That time is now, to answer the often-times-silent cry and yearning of our children, what do we believe?

  

*Written by King Solomon, in the Book of Proverbs.

**Amos, 8:11

How Together are You?

Sukkot is a time of great joy and a celebration of unity. Two of the primary observances of the Sukkot holiday, is to eat and spend time in a Sukkah hut, and to shake the Lulav and Etrog.

Today we will focus on the Sukkah hut to learn its messages of Jewish togetherness:

1. Charity you do with your hand and your heart. Tefillin you put on your head and hand, and your stomach does a Mitzvah when you eat delicious food on Shabbat. Sukkah is the one Mitzvah where every part of your body, from the hair on your head to the mud on your shoe is all included, powerfully uniting every part of your body in one Mitzvah.

2. Most commandments have limits. Tefillin only during the day, Shabbat once a week, even charity is limited to 20% of one's earnings. The Sukkah hut also has limitation i.e., its roof cannot be higher than 20 cubits (apprx. 30 feet). However, in regards to its length and width, the Sukkah has no limit at all. Even if one were to build a Sukkah that would fit the entire Jewish nation (as of today about 14.5 million people, Kain Yirbu), uniting us, it would be Kosher.  

3. How do you do Sukkah?  By praying, playing, eating, drinking, buying, studying, selling, talking or just hanging out in it. As long as you’re doing what you’re doing in the Sukkah, during Sukkot, you get a Mitzvah. Sukkah unites all of your actions in the service of our beloved Creator.

Your Stock Portifolio and a Sukkah

The Sukkah hut is built outdoors under the starry sky with a roof made from cut branches or bamboo. This commemorates G-d's protective clouds when our ancestors left Egypt over 3,300 years ago and had to shlep through the shvitzy, hot desert.

The message of the Sukkah is that we should embrace and celebrate out vulnerability.  

Usually, we look at our roofs, our "secure" investments in gigantic & wealthy companies, and think we are safe and protected. The Sukkah helps us understand the reality, that all our mundane worldly blessings and infrastructure are truly flimsy security. If you base your self-worth on your material blessings you are in for a roller coaster of a ride. We must remind ourselves for a week out of each year that G-d is the only true protection that we can bank on.  

The age-old Jewish barometer of success should determine our self-worth. How much have I done today in fulfilling my mission of, "I was created to serve my Creator"? How dedicated have I been today to my family, love of friendship and in service to G-d?

The Hebrew word for 'secular' – chol -- also means 'sand.' Secularism is not bad. It is just like sand. It shifts and moves; it is swept by the sea and blown by the passing wind. It does not have roots. It is defined by its own existence, not anything beyond itself. Thus, when it is doing well, great! When it falls, it is difficult to rise.

Kodesh -- holiness -- means to be rooted. Kodesh is our connectedness to the past and our face turned to what is above. When I am defined exclusively by my own identity and my own success, then I am like sand: Today I am on top of the world; tomorrow I may be cast down. But when I have roots in something that is beyond my ego, when I recall that I am a servant of G-d at every moment of my life, that I am part of a larger story, then even when strong winds are blowing, my epicenter remains intact.  

I look forward to your comments.

Sukkot - A Time to Dance

The Jewish Biblical Holiday of Sukkot begins tonight Monday, October 13, 2008.

Bundled up in sweaters, millions of Jews worldwide, will be celebrating this holiday by sitting outside in their cozy Sukkah huts eating their holiday meals together with hot chicken soup. (Jews have done this every year, for over 3,000 years.)

Another great Mitzvah is to dance on Sukkot. At Chabad, the Rebbe was more specific - he wanted Jews to dance in the streets. Here is a clip from Crown Heights, Brooklyn, the "Hood" where I was born and raised, to help get you into the spirit. Enjoy!

Hashem, He is our G-d

There are five Services on Yom Kippur (the first on the eve, the remaining four over the course of the next day).  These five Services correspond to the five Levels of the soul.  The last Service, called Neilah, corresponds to the highest, holiest Level of the soul, called the Yechidah (literally meaning One-the soul and G-d are bound as One), forever connected to G-d Himself, it can never be "excommunicated" from Him, ever.  It transcends any and all of our actions, good or bad.
 
It is the pure Yechidah that gave strength to our brothers and sisters to hold on fiercely to our precious Torah and mitzvot, with tremendous sacrifice.
 
It is the pure Yechidah that impassioned our brothers and sisters (both observant and not) to give up their lives rather than convert or denounce their Judaism, their very essence.
 
It is the pure Yechidah that-here in this 20th century, when we are not dying for Judaism but living for it, thanks to our free society-allows every Jew to stand at the Neilah prayers at sunset as this awesome day comes to a close, at the end of a long fast, running on soul-power, to proclaim with a mixture of intense emotion, seven times, that Hashem Hu Ha-Elokim, Hashem, He is our G-d.
 
A little girl just being introduced to the Hebrew Alphabet excitedly reads Hashem, He is our G-d.
A little boy tragically orphaned at the age of twelve demands of Hashem, He is our G-d.
A mother lovingly holding her precious newborn thanks Hashem, He is our G-d.
A father struggling to provide for his family turns to his father in heaven, Hashem, He is our G-d.
A woman hurting from the ache of loneliness talks to her friend in heaven, Hashem, He is our G-d.
 
Every Jew, with a heart of gladness, proclaim G-d's name.
Every Jew, with a heart of sorrows, yet again, with the belief that it is He Who orchestrates our world, proclaim G-d's name.
 
May G-d send us a year of revealed good so that next year in Jerusalem, we might proclaim with only joyfulness:
 
Hashem, He is our G-d.

The Holiest and most Spiritual of the Yom Kippur Services

As the sun is setting on Yom Kippur day we begin the Neilah or closing prayer, the most spiritual and meaningful service of the entire year. 

My earliest recollection of praying in a synagogue was when my dad brought me to 770 Eastern Parkway, HQ of the worldwide Chabad Movement, for the Neliah Service with the Rebbe. Toward the end of the service, right before the single blast of the Shofar which marks the end of Yom Kippur, the Rebbe began a song of victory dubbed "Napoleon's March". The Rebbe stood on his red velvet chair and over 10,000 Jews running on soul power (after 24 hours of no food or drink), sang and danced in their places. My father who was standing in the back of the packed synagogue held me above the crowd so I could see the Rebbe. The most spiritual service of the year ended with the greatest expression of joy. I was 3 years old at the time.

Every Yom Kippur, we recreate that joy right here in Thousand Oaks, CA as the sun sets over the stunning Los Robles Greens Golf Course. If there is one service you come to this Yom Kippur, make it the Neilah Service. Create memories for yourself and your children you will never forget. Looking forward to seeing you there.

Neilah begins at 5:00 P.M. on Thursday, October 9th at the Los Robles Golf Course, 299 S. Moorpark Road.

Click here to listen to the Napoleon's March.

Click here to see a video of the Rebbe encouraging the march on Purim, 1990.

Lehman Brothers - The branch that you still want in your portifolio.

A few weeks ago on September 15, 2008, the largest bankruptcy in U.S. history took place when the prestigious Lehman Brothers Investment Firm filed for Chapter 11. After 158 years, the great firm that was founded by a German-Jewish immigrant Mayer Lehman and his sons came to a sudden end.

That's what you read in the news. However, I bet you they didn't report this story.

Every Sunday without fail, Mayer Lehman would take his three youngest children (he had seven) – Arthur, Irving and Herbert – through the wards of Mount Sinai Hospital to see for themselves both the fruits and the challenges of Jewish philanthropy and to develop the rich tradition of Tzedaka.

As adults, Arthur became the family banker, Irving, a judge, and Herbert, governor of the State of New York and US Senator. All three of those boys also became major philanthropists – Arthur as a co-founder of the Federation of Jewish Philanthropies and the Museum of the City of New York, Herbert a supporter of Lillian Wald’s Henry Street Settlement House and a founder of the Joint Distribution Committee, and Irving, a longtime president of the 92nd Street Y. The eldest son Sigmund was a founder of Montefiore Hospital. This part of the Lehman Brothers Portifolio is still reaping huge dividends.

So you want good investment advice? - Invest in a Mitzvah. Even in the darkest recession you'll be a winner for all eternity. 

A blessed Yom Kippur and a sweet year to you and yours. Thank you to all those that read our blog. I look forward to your comments. 

Serving G-d Through Earning Money - Video of the Week

Watch a short montage of what it's like to have spent the holidays Rosh Hashanah, Yom Kippur and Sukkot with the Rebbe. Get a glimpse of the awesome joy that spending "Tishrei" in 770 is all about.

You'll also learn how being a successful businessman can sanctify G-d's name. 

The Shofar and the Foolish Fireman

Many, many years ago, before there were any fire engines or fire brigades, or electric fire alarms, and most houses were built of wood, a fire was a terrible thing. A whole town, or a good part of it, could go up in flames and smoke. And so, when fire broke out, everyone left his business or work, and rushed to help put out the fire. There used to be a watchtower that was taller than the other buildings, where a watchman kept a lookout all the time. As soon as he saw smoke or fire, he would sound the alarm. The townspeople would then form a human chain between the fire and the nearest well, and pass on to each other pails of water with which to put out the fire.

Once it happened that a lad from a small village came to town for the first time. He stopped at an inn, on the outskirts of the town. Suddenly he heard the sound of a bugle. He asked the innkeeper what it meant.

"Whenever we have a fire," the innkeeper explained to the lad, "we sound the bugle, and the fire is quickly put out."

"How wonderful!" thought the village lad. "What a surprise and sensation I will bring to my village!"

Thereupon, the village lad went and bought himself a bugle. When he returned to his village, he was full of excitement. He called all the villagers together. "Listen, good people," he exclaimed. "No need to be afraid of fire any more. Just watch me, and see how quickly I will put out a fire!"

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A Thought for the Day

Treat your own family as you do a stranger.

(Source unknown).

 

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