By Rabbi Pinchos Lipschutz | Wednesday, April 09, 2014
Leading up to Pesach, Jews everywhere scramble, utilizing all their energy to thoroughly clean their possessions, whether chometz could have entered there or not. The drive to wash and vacuum every part of the house and clean every closet is widespread, even in instances where it is not halachically mandated. Where did this minhag originate from? The customs of a nation that instinctively follows the truth is worth studying.
By Rabbi Yossi Rosenberg | Wednesday, April 09, 2014
A young new mother went to a local shiur whose topic was “Finding Meaning in Diaper-Changing.” The title spoke to her current station in life, and she went hoping to come back with an inspiring new perspective on many of the mundane chores seeming to fill her days - and nights.
In Yerushalayim on erev Pesach, 1936, the situation was volatile. The Jews faced hordes of Arabs threatening to swallow them alive. Nobody knew what the future would bring. But the Zvihller Rebbe, Reb Shlomo, had other things on his mind. It was erev Pesach, time to bake the matzos! Reb Shlomo went out on the street and called, “Who wants to come and bake matzos?” Most people were holed up in their homes and ignored the call.
It’s an undisputed fact that most people spend the bulk of their time in public places observing other people. Come on, don’t deny it. You’ve done it too. We’ve all done that, furtively glancing at the pair a few tables down and constructing their life stories out of fresh cloth. The perfectly dressed gentleman with the diamond cufflinks smiling into his chardonnay is certainly an investment banker celebrating yet another closing. And the two middle-aged men gesturing wildly are in the midst of disbanding a long partnership that’s suddenly gone sour. The list goes on.