By Rabbi Yitzchok Tzvi Schwarz | Wednesday, September 17, 2014
“Ouch,” I said. “That hurt.”
A family member who shall remain nameless had just notified me that he had dented the back of my leased minivan. Of course it wasn’t his fault, he said. It’s just that as he was pulling out of someone’s driveway, the mailbox got in the way. It’s not so much that I mind driving a dented car. It’s the dent that it will put in my wallet that I worry about. Nu. It’s only money and that should always be the worst of my worries.
Jewish businesses vandalized… car windshields smashed to pieces…. ruffians cursing young Jewish mothers and their young children, goaded on by onlookers and cries of “Dirty Jew!” A giant wooden cross hammered into the ground across the road from a Jewish property, aimed at terrorizing Jews and driving them from the village…
Whose nightmare did we fall into? Are these scenes from pogrom-riddled Europe of the 1900’s? The Deep South of the Civil Rights era? The terrifying prelude to the Holocaust?
By Rabbi Yossi Rosenberg | Wednesday, September 17, 2014
A fellow – we’ll call him Aharon – once knew of a nice boy in yeshivah who he felt would make a good shidduch for a girl known to his wife. Aharon’s wife happened to be acquainted with a relative of that particular boy, so she called her without delay to redd the shidduch.
Upon hearing the idea, the relative asked the wife what the father of the girl does. The wife answered that the father is a successful maggid shiur.
By Rabbi Pinchos Lipschutz | Wednesday, September 17, 2014
Fear is a uniquely Jewish attribute.
The posuk praises people who constantly fear: “Ashrei odom mefacheid tomid” (Mishlei 28:24). The yorei Shomayim, the choreid ledvar Hashem, is never entirely relaxed. He is always fearful, ensuring that he lives the proper life.