What Not to Say When There are No Words

Image result for i'm really sorry i haven't been in touch i didn't know what to sayWhen people in our lives are struggling or suffering, we desperately want to help but often are at a loss for what to say or what to do.  In her deeply insightful book, “Option B,” Sheryl Sandberg describes that people going through a difficult time often find that they are no longer surrounded by people, but platitudes.

One of the most popular, not said out of malice or insensitivity, but rather in the absence of anything more thoughtful, is ‘If there is anything I can do, please let me know.’ She quotes Bruce Feiler who writes, “While well-meaning, this gesture unintentionally shifts the obligation to the aggrieved.  Instead of offering ‘anything,’ just do something.”

 

Sandberg suggests instead of asking, “Do you need a meal,” ask “What toppings do you like on your pizza” or “What do you not want on your burger.”  She writes, “Specific acts help because instead of trying to fix the problem, they address the damage caused by the problem.”

 

Our community’s own Rabbi Grajower echoes the same advice.  He writes, “Be specific and (reasonably) persistent. Instead of asking ‘Do you need me to do anything?’ go with, ‘I am in Costco, do you need anything from here?’ Instead of, ‘Can I be helpful with your kids?’ try something like, ‘Taking my kids to Chuck E. Cheese at 12, can I take your kids, too?’”

 

Sandberg quotes therapist Megan Devine who explains why doing something specific is important. “Some things in life cannot be fixed,” she writes, “They can only be carried.”

 

That phrase struck me because it is exactly the language our rabbis use when they describe a character trait we are to acquire as a prerequisite to receiving the Torah.  Pirkei Avos (6:6) tells us that one of the 48 ways that Torah is acquired is nosei b’ol im chaveiro, carry the burden with your friend.  When someone we know and love is struggling, our mandate is to lessen their burden, to carry it with them and ensure they don’t feel they bear it alone.

 

Dr. Brene Brown describes that true empathy rarely starts with the words, “at least.”  She writes, “Fixing your loved one’s problem is not often what is needed, nor is it necessarily your job or even within your ability to do so.  Sharing a listening, caring ear is something most people can do.”

 

Yet sadly, because of the inherent discomfort and the challenge to find the right words, rather than unburdening those struggling, many add to the burden by talking instead of listening and by describing how hard it is for them, rather than focus on the one for whom it is truly most difficult.

 

Susan Silk, a clinical psychologist, wrote an op-ed for the LA Times in which she shared her fantastic “Ring Theory” that address this phenomenon and provides helpful guidelines:

 

Draw a circle. This is the center ring. In it, put the name of the person at the center of the current trauma. Now draw a larger circle around the first one. In that ring put the name of the person next closest to the trauma. Repeat the process as many times as you need to. In each larger ring put the next closest people. Parents and children before more distant relatives. Intimate friends in smaller rings, less intimate friends in larger ones. When you are done you have a Kvetching Order. One of [my] patients found it useful to tape it to her refrigerator.

 

Here are the rules. The person in the center ring can say anything she wants to anyone, anywhere. She can kvetch and complain and whine and moan and curse the heavens and say, “Life is unfair” and “Why me?” That’s the one payoff for being in the center ring.

 

Everyone else can say those things too, but only to people in larger rings. When you are talking to a person in a ring smaller than yours, someone closer to the center of the crisis, the goal is to help. Listening is often more helpful than talking. But if you’re going to open your mouth, ask yourself if what you are about to say is likely to provide comfort and support. If it isn’t, don’t say it. Don’t, for example, give advice. People who are suffering from trauma don’t need advice. They need comfort and support. So say, “I’m sorry” or “This must really be hard for you” or “Can I bring you a pot roast?” Don’t say, “You should hear what happened to me” or “Here’s what I would do if I were you.” And don’t say, “This is really bringing me down.”

 

If you want to scream or cry or complain, if you want to tell someone how shocked you are or how icky you feel, or whine about how it reminds you of all the terrible things that have happened to you lately, that’s fine. It’s a perfectly normal response. Just do it to someone in a bigger ring.

 

Comfort IN, dump OUT.

 

The Ring Theory is a brilliant prescription for how best to interact with someone going through a crisis. It captures something we intuitively know yet too often fail to practice. In fact, it probably should be posted on hospital room doors and on entrances to shiva homes.

 

However, for all of its brilliance, the Ring Theory takes something for granted that, unfortunately, is not a given at all. The theory provides guidance for those choosing to engage. But ask anyone who has gone through a crisis and he will tell you, the majority of people in his life didn’t comfort or dump, neither in nor out. They simply disappeared.

 

Yes, at the moment of crisis, family, friends and community often rise to the occasion. But what happens when the acute crises passes? How present are we in the lives of those we claim to care deeply about when the urgency subsides and the catastrophe dissipates?

 

As time goes on, without consciously intending to, many take an “out of sight, out of mind” approach, leaving the afflicted person feeling forgotten, neglected, insignificant and alone. What the “Ring Theory” doesn’t account for is that doing nothing and staying silent towards someone struggling with illness, loss, divorce or unemployment can be more painful than saying or doing the wrong thing.

 

Sadly, there are many in our community suffering from illness, loss and other sources of pain. Simply put – they rely on us, their friends and community, to care enough to enter the Ring. Perhaps we will be towards the center of the circle, or maybe we will be in one of the outside concentric rings. But the worst thing we could do is to disappear from the picture altogether.

 

Rabbi Grajower suggests, “One of the hardest facets of going through an illness or tragedy is the profound sense of loneliness that accompanies such tribulations… In my experience, the best way to help that person/family feel less isolated is to reach out frequently, with very short messages. Even now, a few people text me every Friday to wish me a good Shabbos. Some friends call or text randomly just to let me know they are thinking of me. These simple messages, which take only a few seconds to send, can be extremely touching and powerful in combatting the loneliness.”

 

Reach out, visit, send a text, spontaneously drop off flowers or a Challah, invite for a meal, or just let them know that you pray for them, think about them, and empathize with them. Find the important balance between showing up and providing them necessary space.

 

It is so hard to see people we care about in pain.  It is even more challenging when there is nothing we can do to relieve it, reverse it or make it go away. At those times, our responsibility is to be nosei b’ol im chaveiro, to grab on to the burden and do our small part to carry it.  Knowing we are davening from the depths of our hearts, doing tangible practical things and making sure to only comfort in can make it the smallest bit lighter for those that we love and care about.

 

 

 

I Started Doing This for 3 Minutes a Day and It Has Changed My Life

Image result for 3 minutesWhen is the last time you sat and did nothing?  I don’t mean the type of nothing as in you just played on your phone, read a book or sat listening to music and didn’t really “do” anything. I mean absolutely nothing.  When is the last time you sat still with no technology, without talking, listening, watching, or reading something?

The first time in a very long time that I truly did nothing was several years ago when I was bemoaning to a therapist friend of mine how attached I felt to my technology.  Soon after, I was attending a wedding in his area and he generously offered to pick me up at the airport and spend a few hours together before and after the wedding working on the issue.

 

I was so grateful and eagerly looking forward… until he told me what it would cost.  I would have gladly paid a handsome sum of money instead of the price he asked.  He said the only way he would do it is if I agreed to his condition:  he would pick me up from the airport and I would immediately hand over anything with an on/off button.  I would get everything back when he dropped me back at the airport that evening.  That meant no phone, text messages, WhatsApp, or internet, not only for the time we would be together, but while I was at the wedding too.

 

I reluctantly agreed and when I landed, he dramatically took my laptop and phone, put it in a bag, locked it with a lock and placed it in the trunk of his car.  We drove to his office and the first thing he had me do was sit still in a chair all by myself with nothing to read, listen to or watch.  I was to simply sit, clear my mind, be lost in my own thoughts, undistracted by anything else.

 

In those moments, I felt like most of the men in a study I’ve shared before.  In this 2014 study, for 15 minutes, participants in the experiment were left alone in a lab room with no phones, screens, or writing implements. All they had before them was a button that would produce an electrical shock if pressed. Even though all of the participants had previously stated that they would pay money to avoid being shocked with electricity, 67% of the men and 25% of women chose to inflict electrical shocks on themselves rather than just sit there quietly and think. In other words, a significant number of people would rather suffer physical pain than be left alone with their thoughts.

 

The first minute or two, I was basically crawling out of my own skin, fidgety, uncomfortable and feeling like a limb had been amputated.  But as the minutes went on, I began to lean into the alone time—breathing, thinking, and relishing the opportunity to just be.  It felt different, refreshing, and long overdue.  Though I have yet to successfully implement everything I learned that day, it opened my eyes to the critical importance of both maintaining the capacity to be alone, and, even more importantly, to dedicate time each day to doing nothing.

 

Niksen

 

The Dutch have a term for doing nothing: niksen.  Niksen is not the byproduct of passive laziness.  It is the conscious decision to do nothing, to sit motionless, to simply be.   We are living in a time where busyness and activity are the default.  Stopping, disconnecting and just thinking takes intentionality, requires effort, and only happens if we allocate time for it.

 

Our generation has an aversion to being still.  We confuse busyness with productivity and we often use it as a social currency to impress people with how important or significant we are.  Truly impressive people, we think, are busy, crazy busy, insanely busy.  We mistakenly conclude that to admit we spend time each day intentionally doing nothing would make us look bad, lazy or unambitious.

 

But it is exactly the opposite.  As it turns out, truly impressive people, truly present people, find time to disconnect, to experience aloneness, to quiet the constant noise so that they can truly hear what is going in their head.  Truly spiritual people carve space for hisbodedus, contemplative time, and a standing meeting with Hashem, carrying on a conversation like you would with a friend.

 

Busyness has been scientifically correlated with burnout, anxiety disorders, and stress-related diseases that ravage the body.   Finding time to disconnect from technology and to-do lists and instead mindfully breathing deeply for just a few minutes each day has been proven to improve physical and mental health.

 

3 Minutes a Day

 

A couple of years ago, I decided to return to the lessons I had learned that fateful day with my friend.  I made a commitment to myself and recruited a few others to spend time each day with our phones in airplane mode (you are allowed to use that, even when on the ground), a timer set to three minutes, and a conscious effort to breathe deeply and get lost in our own thoughts.  I can’t say I do it every single day but doing it with friends and being able to hold one another accountable has been very helpful.

 

The Midrash (Bereishis Rabbah 14:11) tells us not to read it kol ha’neshama tehallel Kah, every soul will praise God, but rather, kol ha’neshima, with every breath we praise Hashem.  It is no coincidence that the same root means soul and breath.  Hashem animated us and placed a piece of Himself in us when He breathed life into us.  When we consciously and mindfully breathe deeply, we revive and nourish our souls and we make space to evaluate and recalibrate our lives.

 

The days that I do my three minutes are categorically different.  Afterwards, I feel calmer, more present, more creative and more connected.  The few times I have done my three minutes shortly before going into davening have radically changed that rendezvous with my Creator.   (One can only imagine the benefit of spending an hour before Davening clearing the mind, the practice of the Chassidim Rishonim, Berachos 30b)

 

There are 1,440 minutes in a day.  Even if you sleep for 8 hours a night, that leaves you with 960 minutes each day.  It is hard to believe that we can’t find three of them to make contact with our souls, and check in with our Creator, especially when doing so will so radically enrich the rest of our day.

 

We are marching towards Har Sinai and will soon stand at the base of the mountain together.  To fully experience that moment, use the remainder of these days counting towards it to form a three minute mindfulness habit.

 

Each day find three minutes. It can be the same time each day or it can vary based on each day’s circumstances.  You can do it alone, or sit down and do it with someone else.  You can make a pact with others to hold each other accountable or you can use an app on your phone to form the habit.  The details are up to you, but I guarantee you, if you find just three minutes a day to disconnect and reconnect with yourself and Hashem, it will change your other 1,437.

 

Here is How To Leave Your MARK on the World

Whether he was your server or not, at some point during your meal at Butcher Block, Mark was likely to stop by your table to say hi, share a story, or just check in to make sure you didn’t need anything.  “Mark with a k” he would say the first time he introduced himself to you.  He was friendly, warm, loved to shmooze and to share stories from the alter heim, New York.

While we were celebrating Pesach, most of us surrounded by loving family, Mark passed away alone, suddenly, and without explanation.  I found out several days later that he was still at the morgue, unclaimed and with no plans for a funeral or burial.  His limited family had no funds; they explained they were unable to come to Florida and so they were planning to have him cremated.

 

When I learned of this, I was truly shaken to my core.  Aside from deserving a proper, halachic, Jewish burial, how could a person live almost seven decades on Earth, and just disappear without a trace – no memorial, no grave, and no marker?  Everyone deserves more; Mark certainly deserved better.

 

With one phone call, the amazing director of the new South Florida Jewish Cemetery agreed to provide a grave at no cost.  Nevertheless, between the funeral home and the cemetery workers, we still needed $4,000 to make the burial happen.  Without exaggeration, five minutes after posting the story on social media, I took down the solicitation since all the money was in.  With one phone call and one post we were able to schedule Mark’s funeral for the next morning.

 

I posted the time and place of the funeral and asked people to come help make a minyan, afraid that we would not get ten men.  Our Chevra Kaddisha provided the tahara, Mark was dressed in traditional tachrichin, and he was placed in a plain pine box consistent with Jewish law and practice.  The time for the funeral arrived and we didn’t have a minyan, but multiple minyanim of people who came to help a fellow Jew with a kindness that could never be repaid or returned.

 

As I began to speak, I looked down at the aron, and then out at the crowd who had shown up and couldn’t help but wonder out loud – why did Mark, whose last name I hadn’t even known when he died, and whose Hebrew name we still couldn’t ascertain, deserve a full Kosher Jewish burial to the highest standards?  In what merit did this man, who wasn’t formally a member of our community, receive such a dignified, moving sendoff, such a proper goodbye?

 

I quoted the Gemara in Kesubos (103b) which cryptically tells us, panav klapei ha’am siman yafeh lo, k’lapei ha’kosel siman rah lo.  When a person passes away, metaphorically we can learn much from the direction he is facing.  If his face was turned towards the people, it is a good sign for him, and if his face is turned towards the wall, it is a bad sign.  What does this Gemara mean?

 

In life, individuals either face the wall or face other people.  Either they care for others and spread kindness and goodness, they see people and want to connect or help.  Or they face the wall, they live self-centered lives, apart from others, isolated and concerned only with themselves.

 

Mark certainly left this world facing the people.  He was a classic people person. He drew energy from interacting with others and drew great pleasure from making other people’s lives just a little more comfortable or better.  Perhaps, I suggested, it was in the merit of showing up for people that people showed up for him.

 

Sadly, I barely knew Mark and was only able to offer a few words, but I then invited anyone present who wanted to share a memory, anecdote or thought to do so. There were a few moments of silence, but then a co-worker of Mark’s spoke up.  She shared that whenever something in the restaurant broke, Mark would grab his toolbox and fix it.  No fanfare, no extra pay, sometimes without even anyone knowing.  His greatest compensation was the satisfaction of knowing he had helped, that he had made a difference.  She then shared that when the restaurant closed, Mark would often help her pack up leftover food and deliver it to underprivileged people who needed it.

 

Reflecting a few days later, a friend of mine who was at the funeral commented to me that Mark’s co-worker had in fact unintentionally answered the question I posed.  The pasuk (Mishlei 10:2) states, “Tzedakah tatzil mi’maves, charity spares one from death.”  In packing and delivering meals to the needy and instinctively helping without even being asked, Mark had been spared from cremation, from permanently being deleted from this world.  He would forever have a resting place, a grave adorned with a monument to his life and a testament to the difference he made.

 

Mi k’amcha Yisrael, what a special people we belong to and what an extraordinary community we have.  Although we only knew Mark as a waiter at a local Kosher restaurant and he would barely qualify as an acquaintance to most us, in the time when he needed us most, our community was there for him like family.

 

Life is fleeting, it is unpredictable, and we never know when our time will come.  You can’t take any possessions with you, only the impact and difference you made in other people’s lives.  Live each day facing the people, not just facing the wall, and in this way you, too, can leave your Mark “with a k” on the world.

 

Vigilance, Not Vigils: Responding to the Tragedy in Poway

The following is adapted from my remarks delivered on April 30 at the Boca Raton community gathering of prayer and unity in solidarity with the Chabad community of Poway, California

I want to thank Rabbi Bukiet and Chabad of West Boca for hosting tonight’s event.  Tonight, we are all members of Chabad.  I can’t tell you how proud I am to be with you tonight, an overflow crowd representing synagogues across our community from across denominations, together with our Federation, JNF, ADL and others, unified in our pain and united in our resolve.  The speed with which this was put together and the spirit of cooperation is a testament to our community.

 

I want to thank our law enforcement representatives who are here this evening. While we run away from danger, Captain Moss and his courageous force run towards it.  Thank you for always protecting us, for being so accessible and responsive to us and for all that you do.

 

We have just completed the “season of questions.”  We are only a few days removed from a holiday that encourages us to challenge and to inquire.  Pesach not only invites us to ask, but it provides answers as well.

 

But tonight, as we reflect on the murder of a precious soul, Lori Gilbert-Kaye, Leah bas Reuven, an extraordinary woman by all accounts, guilty only of being a Jew, we are reminded harshly that there are questions that don’t have satisfying answers.

 

Indeed, this week we mark Yom HaShoah, the observance of which elicits from us philosophical and theological questions that challenge the very fiber of our beings.  But while Pesach has textbook answers, these questions, why such painful things happen to good people and how such evil can be perpetrated in this world, remain vividly on our minds and go disturbingly unanswered.

 

When tragedy strikes, there is in fact one question that is critical to ask, a question to which only we provide an answer.  Rabbi Soloveitchik calls us not to ask, lamah, why, but le’mah, for what, how will we react, what will we do now, what will be different?

 

Rav Samson Raphael Hirsch says that the word aveil, mourner, comes from the word aval, however, because when tragedy strikes, when we suffer loss, we cannot help but say “however”: things are now different, they will never be the same.  Our world, the world of our children, our synagogue life, changed this past Shabbos.  We mourn the loss of life and we pray for those injured but we also grieve for the loss of innocence for our children who can no longer attend Shul without fear or worry, who have to practice lockdown drills and evacuations, because we live in a world of evil.  Aval, however, now everything is different.  But in that difference we don’t get stuck on lamah, why, rather we pivot to ask le’mah, for what.  How will we be different, how will we doing things differently?

 

Certainly, we pause to grieve, mourn and stand in solidarity with our brothers and sisters in Poway and around the world. But that is not enough. This atrocity demands a greater response.

 

I want to briefly suggest three actions items for all of us to walk away with, three answers we can provide to le’mah, now what:

 

We will not be silent

 

Our Torah portion Acharei Mos begins with a reference to the death of Aharon’s two sons Nadav and Avihu. When they were struck down in their prime, abruptly, seemingly out of nowhere, how did their father Aharon react? “Vayidom aharon,” the Torah tells us. Aharon was silent.  He had no questions, no collapse of his faith.

 

Towards the Almighty, we, too, are silent. We accept that we don’t understand.  By contrast, we gather here tonight to declare that towards the world, towards antisemites, towards white supremacists, towards those who defend them, towards those who draw and publish antisemitic cartoons, towards those who practice or support BDS against Israel, towards those who promote antisemitic tropes or share antisemitic lyrics, we will absolutely not be silent.  We will speak up and we will speak out and we will do so as often as necessary and to whomever needs to hear it.  We will write letters and we will protest, we will shine a spotlight and we will hold accountable.  We don’t want to gather for vigils and so we pledge to be vigilant, to monitor closely what people say, tweet, publish, and do and we vow that we will not tolerate hatred towards our people or any towards any people.

 

We will practice Judaism more proudly, more passionately and more publicly than ever before

 

The ADL published statistics from 2018 showing us that antisemitism is very much on the rise. More than almost ever in this country there are people who hate us not because of anything we have done or believe but simply because we are Jewish.  Rabbi Goldstein of Poway has taught us that we must not become shy, embarrassed, ashamed, apologetic or reticent to practice our Judaism in public.

 

Antisemites, our enemies, want to extinguish Judaism. Our response is we are going to make it shine even brighter, have an even greater impact, be more driven to be mekadeish Hashem and repair His world in His image. Our response to evil is to share more light, to hatred is spread more love. Antisemites want us to be scared.  Terrorists want us to be terrorized, they want you to put your kippa in your pocket, to hide your Jewishness.  And so tonight we commit to literally and figuratively wear a bigger yarmulka, to display our Jewish practices publicly and proudly, to stand up for Jewish values and ideals unapologetically.  This evil madman wants us to be scared to go to shul.  Our response is to go to shul more often, more on time, for more davening, more learning, and more community events, now more than ever. The response is for shuls not to be emptier, but more packed, overflowing, active and vibrant.  Antisemites want Judaism to disappear.  Our response is to reach out to the unaffiliated or Jewishly uneducated and inspire more Jews to practice more Judaism and to make a uniquely Jewish difference in this world.

 

We Will Be United and Strong

 

The recent surge of antisemitism hasn’t happened in a vacuum. It has grown in a climate of rhetoric, vitriol and demonization. We can point fingers at others, but we must all take extreme ownership over lowering the temperature, being more careful with our words, and holding those filled with hate, discrimination or racism—on all sides, left and right—accountable. It is easy to call out those on the other side, but we need to demand that those on “our” side speak measuredly and moderately, that we disagree agreeably, that we maintain dignity and make space for those with whom we disagree.

 

In the Hagaddah we declared, “b’chol dor va’dor omdim aleinu l’chaloseinu, in each generation they rise against us to exterminate us”. We emphasize, “she’lo echad bilvad amad aleiynu l’chaloseinu,” which we normally translate as, “it is not only one who stands against us.” The Sefas Emes suggests an alternative reading: She’lo echad bilvad, when we simply are not united, when we are divided ourselves, omdim aleinu, that is enough to fuel our enemies to stand against us and makes us vulnerable to their pernicious plans.  When we fight with one another, judge one another, marginalize, name call and promote venom, we are weak and vulnerable.  Just like God is one, unified, unique, distinct and singular – we, the Jewish people, are at our greatest strength, undefeatable and impenetrable, when we are one, when we practice unity and togetherness.

 

Tonight, we mourn and we grieve, but we also resolve to both fight hatred against our people and to purge hatred from within our people.

 

Look around, my friends – there is no doubt that our Jewish community is diverse, but when it comes to fighting antisemitism and hate, we have no differences, we are united and we are one.

 

Lori Gilbert-Kaye, Leah bas Reuven, died al Kiddush Hashem, sanctifying God’s name.  In her memory, let’s pledge to do more to live al Kiddush Hashem.  Tonight we commit that we will not be silent, that we will practice our Judaism more proudly, more passionately and more publicly than ever before and that we will be united together as one.

 

Finding a Match is Already as Hard as Splitting the Sea: Are We Making it Unnecessarily Harder?

“Do you know if anyone in his family is taking medications and

what those medications are for?”

 

“Can you give me the name of a friend of her father and a different friend of her mother I can speak to about her?”

 

“What are the circumstances that led to his parents’ divorce?”

 

“Is anyone in her family currently receiving counseling or therapy and for what?”

 

“Does the father come to Shul during the week or only on Shabbos?”

 

By far, one of the most uncomfortable aspects of being a Shul Rav is fielding shidduch inquiries regarding members of our community of all ages by prospective mates or their parents.  Yocheved and I remain eager to help singles we know however we can, and so we try to graciously answer all such calls, but they are often uncomfortable and awkward.  Above are just a few of the actual questions I have received. Comprehensive investigations are not only taking place in the more “right wing” orthodox communities, but are becoming increasingly customary in modern orthodox circles as well.

 

As a parent who wants to protect and guard my children as much as anyone, I can only imagine the desire that will swell up in me when my children are dating, please God, to do forensic detective work and uncover absolutely everything about whomever might win the heart of my child and contribute to the spiritual and physical genetics of my future grandchildren.

 

And yet it seems to me that the increasing level of investigation, and some of the latest practices surrounding shidduch dating, are not only failing to yield greater effectiveness or the desired results, but they are compounding some of the existing challenges in the system and are contributing to an inappropriate tone to dating.

 

The Talmud tells us (Sota 2a) that finding one’s match is as difficult as the splitting of the sea.  Why does it specifically use that metaphor?  The Maharal of Prague explains that water naturally flows together. Water molecules stick one to another.  To separate water and have it remain apart is not natural, it is supernatural.  Similarly, people are naturally apart, we act as individuals pursuing our needs, wants and desires.  For two separate people to act selflessly, prioritize another person and willingly blend their lives together and become one is as supernatural as getting water to become two.

 

Finding one’s match is hard enough to begin with, are we unnecessarily making it harder?

 

There is little disagreement that the modern shidduch system is flawed and in some ways broken.  There is an inherent imbalance in the numbers and in the current system, that imbalance favors men and gives them the upper hand and the opportunity to be highly selective.  While the process of shidduch dating is often filled with disappointment, loneliness, and frustration for both genders, the demographics make it especially difficult and sometimes acutely painful for young women in particular.

 

There is no clear way around the demographics and therefore no quick fix for the system.  But at the same time, we need not compound the problems in the system by asking our eligible men and women to degrade themselves in order to be noticed.  While admittedly I am neither single nor do I have children currently in the shidduch scene, I do have the perspective of a community rabbi who fields weekly phone calls inquiries and who hears from parents of young people, usually young women, who are struggling with a system that is frequently demeaning and inequitable and often challenges their self-worth.

 

I freely admit that I don’t have radical suggestions or transformative solutions.  I do, however, feel compelled to share a few observations with the hope that we can collectively tweak the terminology we use and the standards we practice as we aspire to raise the bar, not lower it, and as we try to make the most of a difficult situation.

 

First things first: It is completely reasonable and understandable to feel entitled to know basic facts about the individual one is being set up with before agreeing to go out.  The question, then, is what is reasonable?  I was recently having a Yom Tov meal at someone’s home when they shared with me the album they curated out of memorabilia from their dating and courtship.  It began with the scrap of paper upon which the now-husband jotted down a few facts he heard from the shadchan about the girl he was being set up with, his now-wife.  Suffice it to say that while it included her education, hobbies and interests, it did not make reference to her medical records or her siblings-in-law.

 

In contrast, young people from a similar background as this couple are now told that if they want to enter the shidduch scene, they need to prepare a proper “shidduch resume.” Tips are offered as to how to make the resume look professional and impressive and what must be included, including not only a name, date of birth, height, education, camps, and extra-curricular activities of the prospective mate, but also their parents’ names, birthplace, occupations, and shul affiliation, as well as the siblings’ ages, educational institutions, and spouses’ names, if applicable.

 

To be clear, I have nothing against utilizing technology to produce a summary page that can be shared easily and efficiently.  My issue is not with streamlining the information collection process; it is with the level of detail we are demanding and expecting on “resumes.” Why is the sibling’s occupation relevant to whether or not someone is a viable candidate to meet?  Should those who have unemployed siblings, or older single siblings, or siblings who are “off the derech” automatically be rejected?  If individuals list such information they are at a disadvantage, and if they omit the information, in the current resume climate it raises suspicions about why it wasn’t included.

 

One can’t help but wonder: Had Eliezer seen Rivka’s “shidduch resume” and investigated her father and brother, would he have gotten far enough or been open to see her extraordinary chessed, or would he have nixed the shidduch from the outset?  Do you know what the resumes of Rebbe Akiva before he married Rochel or Rachav before she married Yehoshua would have looked like?  Imagine the resume of Moshiach, do you know his lineage and family background?

 

Scrutinizing shidduch suggestions excessively and performing inquisitions on every recommendation not only precludes and prevents meeting what might have been one’s soulmate, but it does little to ultimately protect oneself or one’s children from someone who on the surface “has everything” going but in reality makes a poor spouse and parent.  In my experience interacting with hundreds of families, I have come across many individuals who would have had “undesirable” resumes, including families that have dysfunction, illness, or disability, who emerge to become the most amazing, kind, sensitive, thoughtful, loyal and special spouse and parent.  In counseling many couples, I have also discovered many individuals with “perfect” resumes—from the perfect family and with the perfect pedigree, appearance, education, and interests—who turn out to be cruel, selfish, and simply horrible spouses and parents.

 

It seems to me that our children don’t need detectives working on their behalf. They need us to model the balance between reasonable research and being nonjudgmental, open-minded, and encouraging.  The demographic problem poses a great enough challenge without making each young woman feel inadequate if her “resume” cannot pass a forensic investigation.

 

Additionally, while I recognize that this is not the biggest issue in shidduch dating, nor will it provide a sweeping solution, I believe that language matters, and calling the intake form a “resume” is not only a semantic mistake but it frames dating negatively from the outset.  A resume is what one produces when he or she is the applicant seeking entrance to a school or job.  When one submits a resume, the understanding is that they are the candidate making a case for their worthiness to be accepted by the institution or employer.

 

Do we really want our children approaching dating and courtship as if they are applying and being interviewed for a job?  Don’t we want the tone of their relationships to be defined by two equals engaged in the process of learning about one another through conversation, shared experience, and by observing how they each behave and react in diverse situations? Would they not be better served if we all called them “Shidduch Biographies” rather than “resumes?”

 

Dr. John Gottman, a world-renowned authority on healthy marriages and whose insights we have shared in our Shalom Bayis series, describes the importance of couples forming what he calls “love maps.”  In his extensive research, he found that emotionally intelligent couples are intimately familiar with each other’s worlds, including their life goals, dreams, worries, hopes, fears, and aspirations.  Love maps never appear on a resume.  They are written and formed when a couple have enough in common to be willing to see if there is chemistry between them that transcends what it says about them on paper.

 

Sometimes, when being interrogated about a member of our shul, if I feel it is appropriate, I will stop the conversation and say, “I think he is an incredible young man, and if one of my daughters were old enough, I would be thrilled if she would go out with him.”  It never fails to shock me, and frankly offend me, when the inquirer continues to proceed with their list of questions, revealing that “the rabbi’s” glowing endorsement that he would happily welcome someone into his family is not as important as getting through their often inappropriate questions.

 

The latest phenomenon is that many—mostly boys—won’t entertain a resume unless it includes a picture.  Of course, physical attraction is a critical component of a successful marriage.  In fact, the Talmud (Kiddushin 41a) forbids a man from marrying a woman without seeing her first, lest he insult her and hurt her by a lack of attraction.

 

Yet Chazal would never have endorsed the immodest practice of gazing at a still picture to determine attraction as a prerequisite to meeting someone in person.  When asked about this practice, Rav Chaim Kanievsky responded, “that is nonsense!  He will not see anything from the picture.  One must meet her in person.”  Rav Dovid Feinstein responded similarly,  “Why are we making things more difficult? There is a certain chein that young ladies have that often does not come across in a photograph, and can only be seen in person. We are making the shidduch crisis worse with these new requirements.”

 

Don’t we owe our daughters, many of whom have a hard enough time with dating already, to not have to suffer the indignity of sweating over producing a comprehensive resume and attaching a striking picture?  Why is it considered acceptable in some circles for the boy or his mother to ask about the girl’s dress size (yes, this happens), but one would be judged negatively for asking about the boy’s pants size or the receding pattern of his hairline, or even about how many masechtos he has completed or exactly how much income he earn?

 

Is it a surprise that in the current system, with the current expectations, one prominent author went so far as to suggest, “Mothers this is my plea to you: There is no reason in today’s day and age with the panoply of cosmetic and surgical procedures available, why any girl can’t be transformed into a swan. Borrow the money if you have to; it’s an investment in your daughter’s future, her life.”

 

Have these boys that are demanding pictures and dress sizes looked in the physical and metaphorical mirror lately?  The Talmud (Sota 2a) tells us, “ein mezavgin l’adom elah l’fi ma’asav,” we are matched commensurate and in parallel with who we are and what we have to offer.

 

I recognize that like many others, I have highlighted some of the challenges without offering transformational solutions.  I don’t offer them, as others have not, because they are not obvious or easily attainable.  We many not be able to move the needle in large ways, but our sympathy and empathy for those stuck in a challenging system should minimally move us to refuse to participate in some of the latest trends.  The least we can do within the system we are stuck with is preserve the dignity and self-esteem of our children and friends with small gestures such as not labeling their lives resumes, not forcing them to feel they need cosmetic surgery just to provide a picture to make their “resume” more compelling, and by not demanding more information than the FBI and CIA together could uncover.

 

Nobody is going to be the one person bucking the system, as repulsive as full participation may sometimes be, because they fear the consequences of being ostracized or ignored. If all of those in the “parsha” of dating, including those single and their parents, collectively refuse to play by the artificial rules, the system can improve. Shadchanim should prioritize the people they are representing by not asking for or providing pictures, and by collecting shidduch biographies, not resumes. If rabbis, shadchanim, and friends not only refuse to answer inappropriate questions, but call out and shut down those asking them, we can scale back the inquisitions and return to reasonable research. Perhaps more importantly, if every member of the Jewish community makes it his or her personal mission to advocate for their single friends, people can be set up by those who know them and therefore be more trusting and less scrutinizing.

 

The period of dating perhaps provides parents with their final opportunity to model and teach critical life lessons and values to their children while still living under one roof.  If we use the opportunity to encourage them to be open-minded in dating and to bravely be part of a community not willing to stoop or cave to unreasonable pressures, we can not only help our children find appropriate spouses, but we can also help them become better people.

 

Through Discipline Comes Freedom: Living With Seder All Year Long (Shabbos Ha’Gadol Source Booklet)

Please enjoy the source booklet from my recent Shabbos Ha’gadol Derasha

 

Be a Thermostat, Not a Thermometer: You Can’t Breathe Free When Stress is Your Master

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*This article appeared in Mishpacha Magazine on April 10, 2019

 

The Jewish People are suffering through the servitude of Egypt. After being oppressed and persecuted for an extended period of time, they finally receive a message of redemption: Moshe relays the promise that Hashem will take them out, rescue them, and take them to the Promised Land. How do they react? Lo shamu el Moshe, they don’t (or can’t) listen. Why? Mikotzer ruach umei’avodah kashah. Their backbreaking labor and physical burdens caused a shortness of breath, an exhaustion and despair that blocked them from hearing any positive message of change.

 

The Ohr HaChaim HaKadosh has an alternative way of understanding kotzer ruach. The word kotzer comes from the word katzar, meaning small, short, or narrow. They couldn’t hear Moshe, and his message of freedom and optimism didn’t penetrate, not because of literal shortness of breath and physical exhaustion, but rather because they had narrow vision and a terribly closed mind. The stress they were under shrank their brain and diminished their ability to think, to dream, to hope, and to believe.

 

When our ruach is katzar and our spirit is limited because of the stress we are carrying, all we can see is what lies immediately before us, what is happening at that moment. This can often lead to depression, despondency, and hopelessness.

 

And yet, despite their stress and the limited vision, Bnei Yisrael ultimately buy in, open their eyes, and embrace their own redemption. The pesukim continue with the beginning of the transition from galus to geulah, from exile to freedom. While the plagues were the catalyst that actually liberated the Jewish People, what changed in them that allowed them to see, think, and believe differently?

 

The Midrash (Vayikra Rabbah 3:1) states: Ein Yisrael nigalin ela b’zechus haShabbos. One way of understanding this is that the redemption will come if Jews properly and scrupulously observe Shabbos — put another way, just one Shabbos and we’ll all be free. The Slonimer Rebbe understands this differently, however.

 

He cites a Midrash in Shemos that describes how, long before we received the Torah and with it the code of halachah, Moshe established the observance of Shabbos as a day of rest.

 

The Midrash describes what happened next. Pharaoh increased the workload, canceled the off day of Shabbos, and reinstated the relentless burden of labor that filled the Jews’ every waking moment: Tichbad ha’avodah al ha’anashim.

 

The Slonimer Rebbe explains that the first step of redemption, the beginning of transformation and change for the Jewish People, was having Shabbos. This day of rest created a break in the stress, an opening in the relentless work, a space without the noise so that the people could dream, imagine, think, and envision.

 

What is true for national exile and redemption is true of our own personal exiles and redemptions as well. The Slonimer emphasizes that “Etzem hagalus hi histalkus hadaas” — the essence of exile is the inability to think. True servitude means living with the stress that shrinks our brain and our ability to think clearly and imaginatively.

 

One can have physical freedom and yet be spiritually and emotionally enslaved by relentless pressures, obligations and stresses. Ein Yisrael nigalin ela b’zechus haShabbos: Redemption comes from observing Shabbos — not just refraining from the 39 melachos, but basking in the spirit of Shabbos and enjoying the quiet, the break from stress, the disconnect from technology.

 

I recently had a conversation with someone in my community I’ve known for a long time. I remember when he was spiritually on fire, excited and enthusiastic about davening and learning, and dedicated to personal growth and character improvement. He has since “cooled down” from those days of elevated spirituality. Without judgment, just with curiosity and a desire to understand, I asked him, what would it take to recover those feelings? Could he go back to that place?

 

His answer was so straightforward yet so illuminating. He told me that the biggest obstacle to his continued spiritual growth was the incredible stress he was under.

 

The more I’ve talked to people about this, the more I’ve learned it isn’t just him. He was on fire at a much simpler time of his life. Now he is married, and his time and decisions are not his alone. He has children, who bring their own stresses. He works hard and feels the tremendous pressure of providing for his family, paying his children’s tuitions, and the sense that he must keep up with everyone else.

 

He and so many of us are going through the motions of observant life, but living in spiritual exile. We are technically filling the roles of husband or wife and mother or father, but without the passion, time, attention, excitement, enthusiasm and enjoyment that could and should accompany these roles. The stresses and burdens of life are causing histalkus hadaas, which consigns us to emotional exile even in otherwise successful marriages, careers, and family life.

 

If we want to liberate ourselves from the stresses that are shrinking our brains and creating kotzer ruach in our lives, we need to “make Shabbos” more often. We must recover the capacity to disconnect from all the stress, make space for what’s truly important, and clear our heads of all the static. If we want to grow — spiritually, emotionally, and in our relationships — we need to regain our daas by finding the capacity and space to think.

 

In 2014, a research team conducted an experiment whose results were nothing short of scary. For 15 minutes, participants in the experiment were left alone in a lab room with no phones, screens, or writing implements. All they had before them was a button that would produce an electrical shock if pressed. Even though all the participants had previously stated they would pay money to avoid being shocked with electricity, 67% of the men and 25% of women chose to inflict electrical shocks on themselves rather than just sit there quietly and think. In other words, a significant number of people would rather suffer physical pain than be left alone with their thoughts.

 

This study was conducted five years ago, and things have only gotten worse. It’s not just that we don’t have time to think — it’s that we don’t like thinking. We can’t stand being by ourselves, and we have been conditioned to avoid moments of quiet and stillness. The technology of today permits us and encourages us to avoid these moments as much as we want. Learning to rediscover the desire to be lost in our thoughts and the capacity to be happy with quiet will come only from practicing real behavioral changes in our lives.

 

If we are tired of living in our own personal galus, with chronic tension and pressure, we can bring about our own geulah by restoring our daas through learning to enjoy thinking and being still. While we may not be able to eliminate every stress or difficult in our lives, we can reduce their impact on us.

 

For many of us, as for our ancestors in Egypt, it is hard to imagine a different or better reality. Being constantly busy, stressed, and pressured is the state we have come to know and expect. The Chalban, Rav Chaim Cohen, points out that the root of the word hergel, habit, is regel, foot. Our feet mindlessly carry us through rote behaviors and feelings. The goal of celebrating a holy regel, a Yom Tov, is to break the hergel, to get out of the cycle of rote habits and entrenched feelings and to experience a new reality where we can dream of becoming different and better.

 

As you prepare to commemorate the holiday of geulah, start finding those moments. Go for a walk by yourself or with someone who matters to you — and leave your phones at home. When you sit down to dinner with your family, at home or in a restaurant or hotel, create a ritual of asking everyone to turn their phones off. Not just to vibrate, but off. (Or, even better, don’t even bring any devices into the room.) If the thought of actually turning your phone off makes you break out in hives or start sweating, be aware of the root of the problem. Decide that you are going to savor the elevator ride or exercise session or wait at the red light without looking at your latest message, listening to the radio, or making a call. Rediscover the ability to stop the frenzied activity, set yourself free, and just be. After all, only when we learn to just be, can we truly be present when spending time with others, and with ourselves.

 

In life we can be a thermometer or a thermostat. A thermometer tells you the temperature, but a thermostat allows you to control it. Don’t just be a thermometer, aware of how stressed, busy, and anxious you are. Be a thermostat and adjust your emotional settings so that you can experience peace and serenity.

 

In his essay Menuchas Hanefesh, Rav Chaim Friedlander quotes the Zohar (3:29), which says that talmidei chachamim are called “Shabbos” because they experience Shabbos all week long. The truly righteous have the capacity to experience serenity and tranquility even during the most stressful parts of the week.

 

Our personal geulah will come from making more Shabbos — disconnecting, creating space, and finding quiet, quiet to truly be present with ourselves, with those we love and most of all, to fully experience our relationship with Hashem. When we say Hashata avdi — right now we are in servitude to the noise and static, let’s pray and believe that l’shanah habaah bnei chorin, next year we will experience both national and personal redemption.

 

Someone We Don’t Know Needs Our Help; Can She Count on You?

(This article has been updated to remove the husband’s name as shortly after our rally, due to several efforts, the husband finally gave a get)

 

There’s a woman whom I have never met, and you have most likely never met, who desperately needs our help.  Jill has been civilly divorced since October of 2009, but since then, her husband has refused to give her a get. For anyone who lived in the Boca community in 2007, this episode will no doubt being back memories of a similar painful situation.

 

Twelve years ago, the then-Sephardic Chief Rabbi of Israel, Rabbi Shlomo Amar, contacted me to discuss a woman in Israel whose husband refused to give her a get. Rabbi Amar had sent the head of his Agunah department to meet with the husband, but despite several attempts to coordinate a meeting or even talk on the phone, the husband refused.

 

It wasn’t the first marriage for either of them, they had no children together, had only been married a short time, and there were no financial claims in either direction.  The husband, a child psychiatrist living and practicing in Boca Raton, was simply refusing to give a get and wouldn’t provide a reason.

 

The husband was not observant and had no membership or participation in any Shul, depriving us of the ability to exert pressure through denying him honors or membership.  Rabbi Amar felt that the only option left was to assert communal pressure by organizing a rally outside of his office building, and was asking our community to lead it.

 

We did just that, and the tremendous turnout from our community was an affirmation of our commitment to help a fellow Jew, even one we had never met and probably never would, but who was being unjustly chained and deprived of the ability to move forward with her life.  While the rally drew the husband’s attention, it didn’t move him to agree to give the get.  We responded by organizing several more rallies.  Amazing men, women and children from around our community showed up daily outside his office building waving placards and chanting for this man to let his wife go free.  Though we did this with great discomfort, hesitating over airing our “dirty laundry” in public and drawing potentially negative attention to Judaism and Torah laws over such a painful issue, we were determined to continue to show up until in fact he gave the get.

 

Our relentless attention on him in a place his colleagues and all passersby would see started to look like it was finally paying off.  I got a call from his lawyer that he wanted to meet to see how we could end these rallies.  I came to the meeting with a copy of a Kisvu U’Tnu, a Jewish legal document that would essentially allow him to simply sign his name in front of witnesses and set the giving of the get, which wouldn’t require his attendance or any further involvement, in motion.  But unfortunately, while his lawyer said that his client was prepared to sign his name, he added a stipulation that he would only do so for a payment of $100,000.

 

Without hesitating, I told the lawyer that his client would not be getting one penny, that neither his wife nor our community would be extorted.  We resumed the rallies outside his building and even held one outside his gated community (until the sprinklers “coincidentally” went on).  After several more rallies, he and his lawyer were ready to meet again.  This time, he shared with me that his wife had spoken negatively about him to his family members and had hurt his reputation.  I asked him, if she wrote a letter taking responsibility for her negative depiction, apologizing and telling anyone who would read it that she was mistaken and he is a good guy, would he give the get?  He said yes.  I communicated this to the wife, and suggested that even if it wasn’t entirely sincere, signing such a letter would be a small price to pay for freedom.  She agreed and wrote up a text.

 

I made a meeting with him and brought the letter, but without her signature on it.  I put it in front of him and he seemed satisfied.  I then put the Kisvu U’tnu in front of him and said, if you sign this paper, she will sign the other one.  He paused, looked up at me and said, “Forget it, I will never ever give her a get.”

 

We resumed the rallies, and while they eventually dissipated, our commitment to free this woman didn’t.  I called him each week to try to engage him and even visited him with my young adorable daughter, hoping to soften his heart, but to no avail.

 

One day, out of nowhere, I was contacted by a woman who explained that she was a daughter of this man and his first wife, and had been estranged from her father for many years.  As a child, when her parents divorced, her father had given an ultimatum:  If you go with your mother, you are dead to me and I never want to see you or speak to you again.  For many years she sent him birthday cards and tried contacting him, but with no response.  Occasionally, she would search for him on the internet yearning for some information and still desperate for the possibility that they would reconcile.

 

She had come across our rallies and efforts and reached out to offer to help in a unique and shrewd way.  She told me she had a son, a grandson this man never met.  She sent pictures of her with him and said I can offer on her behalf that if her father would sign the document, she and her son would come visit and be in his life.  There couldn’t be a better incentive.  For just his signature, he could touch his immortality by connecting with future generations.

 

An envelope with many pictures arrived in the mail and I went to go see him.  I will never forget that meeting for the rest of my life.  I put a picture of his grandson whom he had never met in front of him and asked, “Do you know who this is?”  He looked at it closely and said, “I can’t place the boy, but he looks so familiar to me.”  I gave it a moment and told him, “That is your grandson, he wants to meet you and get to know you.  All your daughter asks is for you to sign this paper and they will come visit and spend time with you.”  I spread the rest of the pictures of his daughter and grandson all over his desk.  His hands began to shake and he started to sob uncontrollably.  He asked how I knew them, and I explained the connection.  He said he was willing to sign and collapsed in his chair gripping each picture and studying it carefully.

 

Then something extraordinary happened.  Our rabbis tell us that a whenever a person acts inappropriately it is because they have been overwhelmed by a ruach shtus, a wave of insanity.  The doctor took a few deep breaths, gathered himself, straightened his back, threw the pictures at me and said, “I will never sign your paper.” It was as if he became a different person, taken over by an evil alter ego.  I told him, “Don’t you understand what you are giving up?”  He said his daughter was already dead to him and he didn’t care if he never met his grandson, he would never authorize the get.

 

Almost as painful as letting the wife know she still didn’t have her get was informing the daughter that her father’s hatred continued to supersede his love for her.  Unfortunately, she wasn’t surprised; she shared that this man also hadn’t spoken to any of his brothers for over thirty years and was estranged from everyone in the family.  I came to know the daughter through our communications and even met in person when she visited Florida.  She is kind, caring, and has a gentle and good soul.  She is clearly an amazing mother to her son.  Rather than pay the hatred forward, she has chosen to be the exact opposite of her father.

 

For several months I continued to try to reach out but eventually, he stopped taking my phone calls and wouldn’t let me in his office.  My heart broke for his wife who could not resume her life for no reason other than his pure cruelty.  They had no dispute, no disagreement, there was nothing to mediate or negotiate.  He was the cruelest person I had ever met, a man bent on torturing another person for no reason other than some masochistic pleasure it gave him.

 

Several years passed and while I would often think about him and wonder what more we could have done, I had essentially moved on, though his wife could not.  And then, last month, his daughter contacted me.  Her father had passed away.  He had never been back in touch with her, and left no will or instructions on what he wanted.  She was coming to Florida to make arrangements.  Through the Rabbanut, I let the wife in Israel know that she was finally free, able to remarry and move on with her life.

 

The news of his death impacted me much more than I would have ever anticipated.  We had invested so much time, energy and emotion in this episode and in his recalcitrance.  My whole life I have always believed in the basic goodness of all people.  I had always held out hope that he would one day do the right and decent thing, that someone couldn’t be so cruel, so evil.

 

The daughter came and started to go through his belongings, trying to piece together the years they were estranged.  His neighbors actually had kind things to say about him and had asked her if there could be a memorial service.  She reached out to me and asked if I would officiate at his funeral.

 

This was one of the hardest questions I have been asked as a rabbi.  On the one hand, my heart truly went out to his wonderful daughter, someone who had been through a lifetime of pain over her father and who was desperate for closure.  But on the other hand, Jewish law demands that someone who is mesareiv l’din, who dies in contempt of Beis Din and in cheirem, forfeits his or her right to a honorable Jewish burial and to being mourned.  How could I officiate and give honor to such a dishonorable person?  With great pain over the whole situation, I declined, and consistent with her gracious personality, she totally understood.

 

Since his passing, I can’t stop reflecting on how to think about this man.  Should we assume that people are inherently good and decent and if they act cruel or evil, it must be the result of some type of mental illness or because of the cruel way they were treated in their own life?  Do we explain away the behavior with pity and disappointment, allowing them an honorable sendoff from this world and a place in the next one?  Or, can people be so wicked and malevolent through the choices they have made that they have essentially forfeited their Godly soul and cut themselves off from honor in this world and immortality in the next?

 

Was this person evil or ill, wicked or sick, or could he have been both?  Ohavei Hashem sin’u rah, those who love God are to hate evil.  It was easy to hate his actions when he was alive and we could hope that he would yet make the choice to do the right thing.  But now that he had died, did he cement his status as evil for all time, or could we find compassion and choose to focus on any virtues or merits he might still have, despite never coming around to do the right thing for his wife?

 

While we struggle with these difficult questions, one thing we can be certain in is our commitment to not letting something like this happen again. Now, our community has once again been called upon to help someone we have never met.  Mr. F has refused to give his wife a get for nearly 13 years, and she cannot move forward with her life.  He moved to Florida a year ago and now the Organization for the Resolution of Agunos (ORA) has asked us to help encourage him to give a get by rallying outside of his home.  Yet again, this option is the last resort after countless efforts have taken place over an extended period of time to help him make the right choice to give the get.

 

Please join us on Monday, April 8, 2019, at 10:30 am, at  701 Davis Rd, Delray Beach, FL 33445.

 

Whether someone who doesn’t give his wife a get is an evil person who may still have done some good, or a good person who is perpetrating evil is up to Hashem alone to decide.  In the olam ha’emes, in the world of truth, Hashem doesn’t need our help.  But down here on Earth, as long as wickedness continues to be perpetrated, we have work to do.

 

 

 

*Like many rabbis in the Rabbinical Council of America, I refuse to officiate at weddings unless a Halachic Prenup is signed. The Beth Din of America reports that in every single dispute it has adjudicated between a couple that has irreconcilable differences and seeks divorce, if the Beth Din of America halachic prenuptial agreement was signed, the get was delivered. This has been enforced by American civil courts. To learn more, visit www.theprenup.org

 

Welcome! I’m Excited to Learn With You

The Kotzker Rebbe is purported to have responded to the question of why he didn’t write a book with the following answer: “Why should I write a book?  The only time my chassidim would have time to read it is Friday night after the meal.  They would lie on the couch, exhausted, with a full belly and a few l’chaims.  They would open the book and within a few moments it would end up on the floor in a puddle of drool.  For that I should write a book?”

 

 

 

For a few years, I have wanted to write a book, but to be honest, I am haunted by the story told about the Kotzker Rebbe.  Would my book really be a meaningful contribution?  Would anyone buy it? If I gave it away, would anyone read it, or would it simply gather dust on a shelf? And yet, for nearly twenty years, I have been giving classes, writing articles, delivering sermons, and trying to inspire others with the thoughts, ideas, and stories that inspire me. 

 

 

 

While there are risks in publishing, there are also risks of sitting on the sideline when you feel you have meaningful things to share. The Sefer Chassidim (530) states, “Whoever has received a revelation from Hakadosh Baruch Hu in Torah and is able to record it but fails to do so is stealing from Hashem, because Hashem only revealed it to him to share.” Despite the hesitation of the Kotzker, I do hope to fulfill the charge of the Sefer Chassidim and write a book one day.  But before doing that, I have long wanted to compile and consolidate the writings, teachings and classes I have already given and share them in one place.

 

 

 

It is with that goal in mind that I am very excited and proud to share a new website, www.reg.nd-staging.com.  The site contains over 750 audio classes, all organized by series. In addition, there are over 300 articles, several sermon digests, dozens of videos, and hundreds of source sheets from past classes.  Everything is organized by category or theme and the whole site is searchable.

 

 

 

The website is not an effort to develop an identity independent of my role at Boca Raton Synagogue; indeed, BRS is featured all over the site, including prominent representation on the home page.  Rather, it is an effort to host a growing body of content in an organized way something beyond the scope and capacity of the Shul’s website, www.brsonline.org.  

 

 

 

The shul website is an indispensable resource for our members and visitors who want to know the times of our minyanim, details of our programs, how to contact our staff, etc.  This new website is for those who want to learn with me, whether they are a member of BRS or live halfway around the world. Concurrent with the launch of the new website, I am excited to start a weekly newsletter which will include my weekly article and links to classes I taught that week, as well as previous articles and classes about timely topics.  (For example a newsletter before Pesach will include past articles and classes on Pesach.) 

 

 

 

The newsletter is an experiment in progress, and there are plans to incorporate other fun and interesting things in it. This website was a much bigger and more complicated project than I ever anticipated.  I am enormously indebted to Jonathan Hollander and Stephen Plotsker, who lent their expertise, and countless hours of their time, to quarterback the effort.  Shani and Binyamin Muschel put in tremendous work to organize, upload, and edit.  They brought much more than just technical knowledge and knowhow, but their wisdom, recommendations and insights were invaluable.  This website would not be possible without the generosity and support of my dear friend Saul N. Friedman, whose renowned public accounting firm has sponsored the introduction of the website.

 

 

 

My hope and prayer is that the Torah on this website will not only not end up in a puddle of drool, but that it will be marbeh kavod shomayim, and help inspire those looking for it, and those who search and stumble upon it, towards a more meaningful and mindful Jewish life.  If you enjoy and benefit from it, I would be grateful and honored if you share it with others, encourage them to subscribe to the newsletter, and invite them to be part of our growing community of learning.

 

 

 

What Will You Answer About What You Did to Confront Anti-Semitism?

This Sermon was delivered at Boca Raton Synagogue on Shabbos, March 16, 2019

 

Last time I checked, Tel Aviv is not disputed territory in anyone’s book.  It isn’t a “settlement,” “occupied” or an “obstacle to peace.”  When rockets are launched at Tel Aviv, whether someone pushed the button on purpose or by accident, they are aimed there and capable of reaching there, for one reason.  Evil people seek the annihilation and elimination of the Jewish people.  Those rockets are weapons of anti-Semitism, but they are not the only kind.

 

When anti-Semitic lyrics are shared, when Jews are accused of dual loyalty or of owning the country, controlling the media or using their “Benjamins” to buy elected officials, those are verbal rockets, also weapons capable of great destruction.  The rockets from Gaza were met by the Iron Dome high in the sky, exploding them and protecting our brothers and sisters down below.

 

What were the verbal rockets of Ilhan Omar or Rashida Tlaib met with? The same elected officials who thankfully help supply Iron Dome to Israel, failed to provide it to us, their own fellow citizens.  Instead of being met with a dome of protection, blowing up such words and accusations, protecting good people below, the House of Representatives allowed them to fall, exploding and causing us great pain, worry and fear.  True, there were exceptions.  Our Representative, Congressman Ted Deutch, gave an impassioned, compelling, balanced speech on the House floor and we should be very grateful to him.  But his colleagues failed him and failed us, they allowed verbal rockets to be launched and, even worse, to land without protecting us. They couldn’t bring themselves to pass a resolution singularly condemning anti-Semitism.  And now we have to ask ourselves, if those whom we rely on to protect us fail us, what will we do about it?

 

When Haman approached Achashveirosh with his diabolical, genocidal plan to exterminate the Jews, he said, “yeshno am echad mefuzar u’mefurad bein ha’amim…there is a nation scattered abroad and dispersed among the nations.” The Gemara (Megillah 13b) expands on this conversation.

 

When Haman targeted the Jews for annihilation, the Gemara records, he said to Achashveirosh, “Let’s destroy the Jews.” Achashveirosh replied, “Not so fast. I am afraid of their God, lest He do to me what He did to my predecessors.” Haman relieved the King of that fear when he said, “yeshno am echad,” which translates literally as there is a certain nation. The Gemara quotes Rava, who explains that Haman was telling the King something much more strategic and insightful. Not yeshno am echad, there is a certain nation, but rather yoshnu am echad, there is a sleeping nation. Said Haman, “They have been negligent of mitzvos, they are divided, fighting with one another about brides playing drums at weddings.  They are arguing amongst themselves but at the same time they are fast asleep as to what we want to do and how we threaten them.”

 

We were vulnerable and literally on the brink of elimination and extinction as a people because we were asleep. Our eyes were closed to what was happening around us. We didn’t take the threats seriously, and we didn’t stand up for our right to simply exist.  Haman recognized and took advantage of yoshnu am echad, there is a nation that is sleeping. All he had to do was continue to lull the Jewish people into a false sense of security, to breed complacency and apathy, and at that moment he could accomplish his goal of ridding the world of our people.

 

Indeed, Rabbi Soloveitchik suggested that the true miracle of Purim is that an anti-Semite rose, threatened us, and we believed him.  We didn’t excuse him, accept his bogus apologies or say he didn’t really understand what he was saying.  We didn’t just reject his tropes, we confronted him, we took him at face value, and we were determined not to let him threaten our people.  Identifying an anti-Semite, taking him or her seriously and doing something about it is nothing short of a miracle.

 

So how did we survive? What spoiled Haman’s plan? Why did we ultimately triumph over Haman such that we are here today and he is a distant memory? The answer is simple: Mordechai and Esther.

 

We understand Esther’s heroism. She risked everything: her life, her family, her people, to go out on a limb and confront the king without permission.  But what made Mordechai a hero?  If you think about it, Mordechai may actually be a villain, a perpetrator in the story, responsible for initiating the decree to exterminate the Jews of Shushan and beyond.

 

Would it have been so terrible for him to just bow down? Just once?  Not only does Mordechai refuse to bow down to Haman, he insists on antagonizing him by camping out on Haman’s route so that Haman would see him every day and be bothered by the one Jew who refuses to show him honor.  Mordechai’s behavior provokes Haman and he responds by declaring his intention to destroy not only Mordechai, but all of Mordechai’s people, the Jews.  Even after Haman’s plan has been pronounced, Mordechai continues to snub him. When Achashveirosh remembers what Mordechai had done to save his life and sends Haman to reward him by parading around publicly, Mordechai could have declined the honor.  Instead, he accepts, humiliates Haman and infuriates him further.

 

And this is the person we consider a hero of Purim?  Why?  A closer look seems to indicate that Mordechai’s ego put the Jewish people at risk.  What was the source of Mordechai’s intransigence?

 

You might think it’s simple – bowing down was avoda zara, one of the three cardinal sins for which we must give up our lives rather than violate.  Indeed, the Ibn Ezra suggests that Haman was wearing idolatrous symbols.  Rashi comments that Haman had declared himself a deity.  Either way, it would seem Mordechai was right not to bow down, he was simply following Halacha and it was his peers who were wrong for bowing, even if not doing so would mean risking their lives.

 

But that’s not the whole story.  The Gemara in Sanhedrin 61b says that the law of sacrificing your life rather than engaging in idolatry applies if in fact one is buying into the divine nature of the idol.  If one is bowing simply out of fear, one is not liable.  In fact, when the Rambam (Avodas Kochavim 3:6), quotes this Halacha, the Kesef Mishna comments that bowing to Haman is the paradigmatic example of idolatry out of fear for which one is exempt and doesn’t need to give up his or her life.

 

So the question truly begs itself – why didn’t Mordechai simply bow down in an effort to save the Jewish people?  It wasn’t halacha that prevented him, so what was it?  His ego?  Jealousy? Competitiveness?  Why didn’t he bow?

 

Rav Dessler discusses this question, as do others.  Several years ago I suggested an answer in a previous derasha but this morning I want to suggest a different one.

 

Yes, Mordechai would have been entitled to bow down.  To save his life, he could have been apologetic for his Jewishness and submitted to a virulent anti-Semite, bowing down to Haman and his worldview that wants a world without Jews.  But Mordechai understood what was at stake.

 

Mordechai, a humble scholar and righteous sage witnessed the growing anti-Semitism of Haman and his desire to see Jews and Judaism erased and he understood the antidote.  If Jews were fast asleep, excusing away even the anti-Semitic “tropes” of their time, the answer was not to bow down, even if it was technically allowed.  The answer was exactly the opposite.  To stand firm, to stand strong, and to stand as a proud Jew, a Torah Jew.

 

The answer was to not only not apologize for being a Jew, but to be the proudest and most tenacious Jew, and that is exactly what he did.  Indeed, this is how is he is known in the megillah.  Ish Yehudi haya b’Shushan ha’bira.  What do you mean ish yehudi, there was only one?  There was a large Jewish population in Shushan!  The Megillah is telling us that true,  there were many Jews, but some were abandoning their Judaism and others were failing to stand up for it.  The Jewish community was asleep, there was only one Ish Yehudi, an unashamed, unembarrassed, unapologetic yid.

 

Do you know what happens when Jews stand up for ourselves, when we call out and confront anti-Semitic song lyrics, tropes and yes, call out anti-Semites themselves?  By the end of the story, the Megillah tells v’ish lo amad lifneihem ki nafal pachad Mordechai aleihem, fear of the Jew had fallen on them and so no man could stand up against them. Why? “ki Mordechai ha’yehudi mishneh l’melech Achashveirosh v’gadol la’yehudim, v’ratzuy l’rov echav, doreish tov l’amo, v’doveir shalom l’chol zaro – Mordechai, the proud, unashamed, unapologetic and fearless Jew earned the respect of his multitude of brothers, he sought the good of his people and spoke for the welfare of the next generation.”

 

One of the critical, but too often neglected, lessons of the Megillah and of Purim, is that the answer to our enemies is not to hide, apologize, or erase our Jewishness.  To the contrary, it is to swell with and share our Jewish pride.  When we act with confidence and pride, we gain respect.  It is no coincidence that Mordechai emerges as a leader not only of the Jewish people, but a dignitary in the Persian government.

 

The mitzvah of Purim is to get to a point that we can’t tell between cursed is Haman and blessed is Mordechai.  We are very good at the blessed is Mordechai.  We look to explain, excuse, justify and see everyone as a blessing.  But we need to get to a point of remembering that identifying a Haman and cursing him is as important as blessing a Mordechai.  We have to call out an anti-Semite, hold them accountable, hold those whose silence makes them accomplices accountable.

 

None of us know what the future brings.  It could be that we will look back at these few weeks as an aberration, a small moment in time that bigoted voices spoke freely but we will go back to strong support, tolerance and freedom.  But it also could be that history will look back at this moment, when members of Congress could espouse anti-Semitic views with impunity, without condemnation or consequence, and identify it as an inflection point, the beginning of defense of Jewish people turned.

 

If you share that concern, that uncertainty, the question is, what will you do about it? Certainly we have to write letters, make phone calls, hold anti-Semites and those who fail to condemn them accountable.  But there is something else we must do.

 

We must appeal directly to the American people, to carry ourselves with pride, but also with dignity, honesty, integrity and righteousness.  If like Mordechai our neighbors come to know and respect us, they will be intolerant of leaders who dare promote anti-Semitic rhetoric or tropes.  If we carry ourselves properly, those we work with, work out with, shop with, or live near will speak out and stand up to demand resolutions of condemnation and removal of voices of hate from critical committees.

 

And so my friends, if you share these concerns, this Purim, as you listen to the Megillah ask yourself – are you willing to not only dress up like Mordechai, but be like Mordechai?

 

Are you an Ish Yehudi?

 

Rabbi Efrem Goldberg

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