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Super-Prayer Powers (Vaera)

Super-Prayer Powers (Vaera)

I have not placed reading before praying because I regard it more important, but because, in order to pray aright, we must understand what we are praying for. -Angelina Grimke

Moses interacts with God in a most unusual, powerful, and effective way when he brings the plagues upon Egypt. The Bat Ayin on Exodus 6:3 learns from the encounters a variety of insights that he believes can make our own interactions with God more powerful, and how our prayers can strive towards the level of prophecy, blessings and even creation.

Moses calls upon the merit of the founding fathers of Israel, Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob. They instituted the three daily prayers and there is a power that is not easily broken by a triumvirate of meaningful daily prayer. However, even before the prayer, there is a preparation that can elevate the prayer, akin to how the prophets spoke with God. The preparation is Torah study.

The Bat Ayin explains that each of the three daily prayers draws upon a distinct aspect of one of the patriarchs. By prefacing our prayer with Torah study, we can more readily draw on those spiritual powers. The foundation upon which powerful prayer is built and which Torah study can lead us to, is a grounded sense of humility.

By studying God’s words, commands, and laws, we remind ourselves of who in fact we will be praying to. We are praying to The Creator. We are praying to God, our King, who gave us His laws for us to understand, internalize and follow. We are reading these words and laws (if in the original Hebrew) with the very same letters with which God created the universe.

By connecting with God through the same letters and words He used, it can bestow on us unusual powers: the power to access divine inspiration. It allows us to connect more fully with the spiritual within ourselves and the divine spark that is the seed of prophecy. The power of taping into the primordial letters of creation can become a conduit for blessings and abundance to be part of our lives. And at the highest level, that has likely been understood and wielded by a few rare individuals throughout history, it even bestows on the worthy practitioner some aspect of the powers of creation itself.

Let’s make sure to pray, and to preface it with a deeper connection to the Torah, hopefully leading to blessings, abundance, and a divinely inspired existence.

Shabbat Shalom,



On the swearing in of Josh Shapiro as Governor of Pennsylvania.

What kind of twins were Jacob and Esau?

What kind of twins were Jacob and Esau?

I always assumed they were not identical twins, as the physically different characteristics imply, and I was comfortable with the description of Jacob holding Esau’s heel as possible if the sacs separating them had ruptured before birth. What brought this issue to the fore is the fact that in Spanish there are two different words used for twins. “Gemelos” means identical twins and “Mellizos” mean non-identical twins, there’s no word for just “twins”. Therefore when I wrote “twins” in this week’s essay, my friend, Marcello Farias, who helps me translate my writings into Spanish asked “What kind of twins were they?” I was under the impression they were of the Mellizo variety, not identical (dizygotic is the scientific term, i.e. from two amniotic sacs) as opposed to Gemelos, identical, monozygotic, one sac.

Marcello, ever thorough and inquisitive, did some more research and came across this fascinating article that provides a beautiful scientific explanation for the possible discrepancy in physical appearance of twins that might have been born from one sac.

Given the fact that we don’t know what type of twins they were, I will stick to Marcello’s original translation of just calling them “hermanos” — brothers.

Enjoy the article:



Bursting with Pride

August 4, 2014

The smell of the salty sea always brings back fond memories. We walked from the Haifa shore into the Naval Base. I identified myself as the father of the soldier; my in-laws as the grandparents of the soldier. We joined the progression of other parents and family members to the bleachers around the concrete field, facing the sea.


Then we heard them. “Smol, Yemin, Smol, Yemin, Smol, Yemin, Smol!” Hundreds of white uniformed soldiers chanted as they marched. There was a power and energy that radiated from these young men and women that reached the entire crowd. The march turned into an energetic run to their positions on the concrete field. They lined up, like…soldiers — backs rim-rod straight, gaze ahead, navy-blue berets at just the right angle. However, the Israeli informality soon ruled over the stoic soldiers as many mothers, fathers and siblings ran to their children in the formation to hug them, kiss them and take pictures with them. Officers called for order, and eventually, after several attempts, the family members returned to the bleachers.

Eitan2Besides the constant “amod dom,” (stand at attention) and “amod noach” (at ease) commands, there was a progression of the various levels of naval officers as they marched onto the field. The sunset over the Mediterranean and the crashing waves were a gorgeous backdrop to the event. There were short but inspiring speeches by the commanders, there was an emotional reading of Joshua Chapter 1, which is worth reviewing and realizing how impressive it is that a “secular” army should read this at their ceremony.

Then for me, the most powerful part was the swearing-in ceremony. The new soldiers swore their allegiance to the Israel Defense Forces; they swore to give up their lives in defense of their country. They yelled their promise loud and clear. They yelled it all together. Then, each soldier individually came forward and received his rifle and a Tanach (Hebrew Bible). They placed the Tanach on their chest next to their rifle and yelled “Ani Nishba!” (I swear).Eitan1

We all sang Hatikva (the national anthem). The commanders and officers marched back out. At the end of the ceremony, the commander calls a young woman out of the crowd. One of the new soldiers, runs to her, gets on his knees and offers her an engagement ring, which she lovingly accepted. The soldiers are freed and the stands empty out to meet them.


When we made Aliyah in 1997, I expected that our children would eventually join the IDF. However, to see it happen in such a profound and moving ceremony made my heart burst with pride.

Jewish Adventure in Modern China is now in print!

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Yes! Yet another book. But this one is not fiction. It is pure fact. It follows the adventures of a young couple (yes, we’re still young!) as they venture into the strange and wonderful world of modern China.

Before they were a Chief Rabbi and Rebbetzen, before they even heard of Uruguay, the daring duo set forth to explore the Middle Kingdom. Their journal contains all the verve and irreverence you’ve come to expect – and the most populous nation on earth is not spared. China has never been the same since.

Now, you can be the proud owner of the full adventure, replete with color pictures and incisive insights. Be surprised. Be inspired. Be adventurous!

Available in paperback and Kindle editions.



Personal Announcement: New Job, New Career, New Country

Personal Announcement: New Job, New Career, New Country

By an unusual and unexpected set of circumstances, I have been offered a new job in a completely different direction than one I had imagined for myself and in a different continent than the one I planned to reside in.

To make a very interesting story short (that I plan to write about one day), I’ve been offered to take on the role of the next Chief Rabbi of Uruguay. (Yes, I’ve provided a link for all those who are unsure as to what and where the country is).

I will be starting effective May 1st and my wife will be following with the children some time in the summer (Northern Hemisphere summer. Uruguay is in the Southern Hemisphere and now they are entering the fall season).

For a very short summary of how it came to be, a work colleague of mine from several years ago had returned to Uruguay and is currently one of the lay leaders of the Jewish community. He was tasked with the job of finding candidates for the position. He thought of me and approached me. My friend recalled that I had grown up in South America and had passable Spanish. My initial reaction was that I thought he was joking. That was followed by disbelief and shock. My friend though was serious and urged me to consider.

After a series of interviews and a visit to Uruguay we were offered the position and we have accepted it.

I’ve been told I will have flexibility to continue to work on and pursue other projects, but I expect I will be mostly focused on the multiplicity of responsibilities that the Rabbinate entails. I’ve been warned though that attending soccer (football) matches is one of the job requirements and I plan to fulfill at least that responsibility religiously.

I will be based in Montevideo, the capital, where the overwhelming majority of the Jewish population lives. Down the coast, however, is the beautiful resort town of Punta del Este, which I understand I need to oversee during the summer vacation (January/February). For those looking for new travel destinations, please keep Uruguay in mind. We will assure you a warm welcome.

I’ll likely blog about The Adventures of a Chief Rabbi, so stay tuned!


Influence of the Planets and Etymology of Weekday Names in the Talmud

Influence of the Planets and Etymology of Weekday Names in the Talmud

Background for Tractate Brahot 59b

Blessing of the Sun

The Talmud states that every 28 years the major solar cycle starts again (i.e. the sun is believed to return to the exact same “location” as it was at the creation of the world). It occurs during the spring equinox (in the Hebrew month of Nissan) in the “hour of Saturn” on the Tuesday evening that precedes Wednesday.

Hour of Saturn

As recorded by Rashi in Tractate Eruvin 56a, there was an ancient belief that every hour of the day was controlled by a different “moving star” [kochvai lechet] (to differentiate from the fixed stars). There were 7 “moving stars”: the Sun, the Moon and the five visible planets. The order of the “moving stars” for their purposes were as follows: Saturn, Jupiter, Mars, Sun, Venus, Mercury, Moon.

Each hour was controlled by a different “star”. The cycle of control repeated itself every 7 hours. The below graphic attempts to illustrate the hours of control. If we start counting the hours from nightfall after the Sabbath, the first hour of the night will be Mercury, while the first hour of the morning will be Sun. The first hour of the second day is Moon. The first hour of the day is also significant as it is said to have an influence on the entire day as well.

Etymology of Days of the Week

Therefore, someone born on the day of Mars during the hour of Mercury means they were born on Tuesday during the fourth hour of the morning. What is curious is how the “star” influence of the day has carried through millennia to the names we give to the days of the week:

Star Sun Moon Mars Mercury Jupiter Venus Saturn
Norse influence Tyr Woden Thor Freya
English Sunday Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday Shabbat
Spanish Domingo Lunes Martes Miercoles Jueves Viernes Sabado

In English, Sunday, Monday and Saturday still retain the Latin names of the “stars” while the other days were switched to the Norse counterparts. In Spanish, except for Saturday (Sabado) and Sunday (Domingo) which were changes as a result of Christian influence, all the other days of the week still retain their Latin “star” etymology.


Based on the above, when the Talmud states that the Sun returns to its original position during the hour of Saturn between Tuesday night and Wednesday, we know that it’s the first hour of the night and we also got a chance to learn the etymology of the weekdays based on the belief of the influence of the planets on our world that was utilized by the Talmud and later Rabbinic authorities.

Warrior Prophets 2 Chapter 27 – King of the River

Warrior Prophets 2 Chapter 27

King of the River

Jalet was an early riser. He loved to greet the sun from his palace in Kir Moav. He hefted his wide girth through the double wooden doors that led to the opulent porch and bowed formally to the monarch of the sky.

Life was comfortable. His older cousin, Eglon, Emperor of Moab, had assigned Jalet to administer the ancestral Moabite stronghold while Eglon reigned from his new capital in the City of Palms.

Jalet ate well. He was not nearly as large as Eglon, but he did make a point of enjoying every delicacy he could acquire. Eglon. Eglon had been on his mind of late. He had such mixed feelings about his wildly successful cousin. On one hand, he was appreciative of the trust and position Eglon had given him. Jalet was the king of Kir Moav and had very little to worry about beyond the petty squabbles and fights of the people within his walls. On the other hand he was jealous of Eglon; jealous of his extraordinary success, wealth and power. Eglon had risen from a simple warlord of the Moabites to the conqueror of Amalek, Ammon and all the tribes of Israel. He had become a major force in the world, controlling trade from Egypt to Mesopotamia. His upcoming alliance with Egypt would make him partner to what would become the strongest, largest empire in history. Oh, how Jalet wished for such power, such grandeur, such control of one’s destiny and the fate of the world. But here he was, relegated to what had become a minor outpost in the grand scheme.

Jalet noticed from his porch a line of travelers approaching the city. It was rare for so many people to arrive at Kir Moav at once. As they got closer, he saw it was mostly women and children. He recognized Moabites from the City of Palms. Then he spotted Empress Neema and her daughters on foot, in torn and soiled clothing, and he knew something had gone terribly wrong.


You have done well, my son, God said to Ehud in his dream. You have freed my people, and more importantly, you have restored their faith. They shall now serve me wholeheartedly. At least for a time.

I am your servant, Ehud thought to God. I am gratified that we were successful.

Yes. However, I have another task for you.

I am ready.

You are to go to Bethlehem and gather Mahlon son of Elimelech. I have given him a gift. A gift that you shall utilize.


I will have you send a message to Egypt. Evil thoughts and evil deeds shall not go unpunished. No one, not even Pharaoh is beyond my reach. They have forgotten. We shall have to teach them again. However, this time the message will be just for Pharaoh.


“I don’t believe it,” Jalet said for the tenth time, as Empress Neema sat in his audience chamber and described the death of Eglon and the fall of the City of Palms and the Moabite Empire. Ruth and Orpa sat on either side of Neema. Bagdon was in the chamber as well, pacing as Neema spoke.

“The city has been burned to the ground and all of our forces, all ten thousand soldiers are dead,” Neema concluded.

“We were betrayed!” Bagdon interrupted. “We were betrayed by Galkak. He turned the forces of Ammon and Amalek against us. But at least he is dead. He has paid for his betrayal.”

“Galkak!?” Neema screeched. “Galkak was the most loyal friend and ally Moab ever had. He was from my people. From Amalek. He conquered Rabbath Ammon single-handedly. He saved Eglon countless times. No. No, Bagdon. Now that I think of it, it is you, Bagdon, you Israelite that has orchestrated all of this. Eglon trusted you. He raised you as a son. He promised our Orpa to you. I warned him he could never trust an Israelite, no matter how many of your brothers you killed. But no, he wouldn’t listen. He fawned over you. He thought you were the ideal subject. You were his success. And now you have given us ashes. And you have the gall to accuse the one decent man we have ever known? Galkak was probably on to you and you killed him. Cousin,” Neema turned to Jalet, “get rid of this traitor.”

“But, but, I am general of the forces of the Moabite Empire. I should take over!” Bagdon stammered.

“And where are your forces, General?” Jalet asked quietly.

“I can rebuild them. We can reconquer those Israelite peasants. I will fulfill Eglon’s vision. I am his heir!”

Jalet shifted his weight on the throne, understanding the situation and knowing immediately what he had to do.

“Bagdon, you are young, and I will excuse your excitement, massive failure and potential treason. My dear, departed, cousin Eglon, did place his trust in you. Therefore, if you leave Kir Moav now and never return to Moabite territory I will not have you killed.” Jalet motioned the two chamber guards closer. They understood and pointed their spears at Bagdon. “However,” Jalet continued, “if you remain, we shall execute you, as per the accusation of the Empress – is that satisfactory, Neema?”

Neema nodded. Bagdon looked at Jalet, sensing his seriousness. He looked at Neema and finally at Orpa.

“I would have been a good husband to you. I would have made you proud,” Bagdon said to Orpa and stormed out of the chambers.

“Well, now that that’s settled, let us continue our discussion, Neema.” Jalet rubbed his thick hands. “Let us speak frankly. The Empire is finished. All that remains of the might of Moab is here in this stronghold which I rule.”

“I am Empress!” Neema stood up, knowing where Jalet was going.

“My dear, Neema. You were the Empress. And as you so correctly pointed out, you are Amalekite. That is where your true allegiance lies and as our nations are no longer united, I would recommend you return home. However, I am feeling magnanimous, so I shall give you the following additional choices: you may marry me and be a humble Queen of Moab as you once were, before the failed Empire was conceived. Alternatively, you and your daughters are welcome to remain as permanent guests of our palace. You will hold no office or rank, but it is the least I can do for the poor homeless family of my dear deceased cousin. In any case, you must recognize my succession to Eglon to the throne of Moab, on which I already comfortably sit.” Jalet patted the armrest of his chair.

Neema said nothing for a few minutes, looking angry, then somber and finally smiling.

“You have certainly inherited some of Eglon’s cunning.” Neema reached out and caressed Jalet’s arm. “You are both right and gracious in your suggestions, King Jalet of Moab. I have always been attracted to power. Now you have it and you have shown you know how to wield it. Give me some time to consider your offer. There is one other journey I must make with my daughters to explore our fortunes before I will be able to give you a reply. Would that be acceptable?”

“Neema, take as long as you need. My home will always be open to you and your daughters.”


“Ehud! How good to see you! How is Blimah?” Vered greeted Ehud warmly at the entrance to their bakery. It was late afternoon in Bethlehem.

“Blimah is relieved that Eglon and the Moabites are gone and my role with them finished. But she was a bit disappointed that I needed to leave home again so soon.”

“She’s a good woman. Make sure to get back to her as soon as you can. Boaz! Ehud is here!” Vered called to the back of the bakery.

Boaz entered the storefront and embraced Ehud.

“What brings you to Bethlehem?” Boaz asked.


“Mahlon? What do you want with him?”

“He has a power that will be useful for my next mission.”

“With animals.”

“Yes. How is he adjusting to being back home?”

“I think he’s having difficulties, and Elimelech is a wreck.”

“I figured. That’s why I came to you first. How bad is Elimelech?”

“He is broken. He is a great man, but he has been on the wrong side of the major events of our times. He led the civil war, yet he did not support your effort against Eglon. His leadership has been disastrous, yet people still look up to him and he is filled with self-doubt. He will not be happy to see you.”

“I need Mahlon.”

“Elimelech will not stop you, but Naomi might. Her son has just been returned to her after eighteen years. She had thought him lost forever. She will not wish to part with him again.”

“This will be a short absence.”

“Nonetheless, she will object. Would you like me to come along with you?”

“Thank you, Boaz, but I think it better if I go alone. You two look good. Thanks again for your help in the battle.”

“I hope that’s the last one. I was almost killed, you know. If it weren’t for your man Davneh, I would have been skewered.”

“I know. He was a good man and I was sorry to lose him.”

Boaz and Ehud embraced again and Ehud walked down the road to Elimelech’s home.

Ehud knocked on their door tentatively.

Naomi opened the door. She wore a simple beige dress with thick red hair tied neatly under her headdress. Her smile quickly turned to a frown when she recognized Ehud.

“Ehud,” she said.

“Hello, Naomi. May I come in?”

“You bring nothing but trouble to our family.”

“I’m sorry you see it that way. The trouble is never of my making. I have an important mission I must talk to your family about.”

“Family? You want Mahlon, don’t you. I know he’s having a hard time readjusting, but that’s no reason for him to leave.”

“Naomi, please let me in, so we can discuss things calmly. Is Elimelech home?”

“Yes. He and the boys just returned from the field and are washing up. Come in, then. I will get them.”

Ehud entered the large common area. A long wooden table filled the room. Naomi went to the back of the house. She returned with Elimelech, Mahlon and his younger brother Kilyon. Kilyon had the same red hair and muscular build as his brother and father.

“What do you want now?” Elimelech asked.

“May I sit down?” Ehud asked.

“What do you want!?” Elimelech asked again.

“I need Mahlon for a few weeks, perhaps even less. There is something I must do, that he is uniquely blessed to help me with.”

Mahlon, already happy at the sight of Ehud, smiled even more.

“I’m happy to go, Father,” Mahlon said. “I could use a break from this Judean town.”

“You are not going anywhere, young man; and this Judean town is your home!” Naomi stomped her foot.

“What is it you need him for?” Elimelech asked.


“Against who?”

“Our people’s enemies.”

“Is that all you ask of us?”

“That is all I ask.”

“Naomi, you know Mahlon has been uncomfortable here.” Elimelech turned to his wife. “We cannot cage him here. He is a grown man. I agree to let him go with Ehud, but on one condition.”

“What condition?” Ehud asked.

“That he returns to Bethlehem and makes a greater effort to be at peace here.”

“I agree, Father,” Mahlon said quickly.

“Can I go as well?” Kilyon asked.

“No,” Ehud, Elimelech and Naomi said at once.

“Why does Mahlon get to have all the fun?” Kilyon asked, but nobody bothered to answer him.


“Terrible about Eglon,” Seti said to Pharaoh in the audience chamber.

“Yes. He had so much promise. I will miss that fat, uncouth Moabite. Well, nothing ventured, nothing gained. What did we lose from the gambit? A few horses and a little gold? It would have been well worth it had he been successful,” Pharaoh told his son and heir. “Do not fret. Nature abhors a vacuum. We shall find some other agent to take up the reigns of power in the area and do our bidding. It may be time to further cultivate our relationship with the Ammonites.”

“Yes, Pharaoh. You are wise and far-seeing as always.”

“One must think in terms of generations and eternity, though I would have loved to see the ears of the Israelite firstborns that Eglon had promised. No matter. Time will furnish us with another puppet.”

“I am concerned about how thoroughly Eglon’s power was destroyed,” Seti said.

“Yes, it was somewhat of a surprise. Perhaps Eglon exuded power he did not truly possess. He was something of a charlatan.”

“Perhaps, or perhaps there is something we haven’t considered.”

“No. Eglon attempted to rise above his station and insinuate himself into our circle. He overreached and failed. It is as simple as that.”

“As you say, Pharaoh,” Seti said, unconvinced.


Ehud and Mahlon made good time to Egypt. It took them ten days on the road from Beer Sheva. They connected with the Sea road, and traveled undisturbed. They kept the great sea to their right and the Sinai desert to their left. Their mounts loved Mahlon, who knew exactly how to get the best speed out of them. He rested the horses when they needed it. He made sure they were fed and watered at good intervals but he also knew how to push them when they were getting lazy. Horses were notoriously lazy animals and they would use any excuse to slow down, wander off the road and nibble at wild grass.

The duo left the desert and entered the lush fields of the Nile delta. Vast irrigation ditches stretched for miles around the delta and south on either side of the northward flowing river. Black slaves from Sheba worked the fields, plowing for the summer crop. Ehud and Mahlon rode southwards, bypassing the city and Pharaoh’s palace.

They found a rocky, uncultivated stretch of land on the river bank.

“This spot should work,” Ehud said.

“I told you before, Ehud. I don’t know if I can do this at all. They are completely different creatures.”

“You’ll be able to do it. I have utter faith in you.”

“That’s nice, but I don’t have faith in myself.”

“Let’s find out.”

They dismounted and tied their horses to a nearby willow tree, its long curved branches touching the rushing river. Mahlon approached the water, lay down on the mossy ground and closed his eyes. Mahlon sent his mind out to find the creatures nearby. He felt the warm familiar minds of their two horses. They were happy to rest and were already becoming drowsy after the long journey. He felt some sparrows hiding in the willow, chattering to each other inanely.

Mahlon pushed his mind to the river. He sensed a catfish nearby, but was unable to comprehend its thoughts.

“I can’t do it.” Mahlon rolled over, opened his eyes and massaged the temples of his head. “They are completely alien. It’s a foreign language. It’s one thing to talk to mammals, but these creatures are completely different.”

“Keep trying,” Ehud encouraged.

“Fine, but I think your whole plan is crazy.”

“Just talk to them.”

Mahlon rolled back onto his stomach, closed his eyes and sent his mind once again to the river. He found another catfish and tried to understand its thoughts. There was a familiarity to its mind, but at the same time, something completely different. Mahlon imagined himself in the water and tried to feel what the catfish was feeling.

Then he heard it. The catfish was thinking “move, move, move,” over and over again. Mahlon understood. It was a much simpler creature, without the sophistication and complexity of the mammals he had known his whole life.

Mahlon reached further and found a water snake slithering in the river. He heard its “hunt, hunt, hunt,” as it scoured the river bank. Now for the king of the river, Mahlon thought.

He sensed one a mile upstream, a massive crocodile. It herded a school of carp against the side of the river and snapped its powerful jaws from side to side, scooping up the flailing fish in its large mouth and chomping them quickly. Mahlon waited until the crocodile had finished its noisy repast and calmly floated downstream. Mahlon sensed the reptilian intelligence and spoke to the crocodile’s mind.

You are powerful, Mahlon introduced himself.

Yes. I fear none, the crocodile thought back.

Truly? There are none that threaten you?

I am the largest of my kind. Only the hippo, Taweret, is dangerous, but she is far now.

What is your name?

I am Timsah, father of Garwe.

I am Mahlon, son of Elimelech.

You are curious. I have never communicated with man like this.

I have a special ability.

It is interesting. I would learn more of man. They dirty the river, divert the water and change the course of my home. Why do they not stay on the land and leave the water to me?

Does not Timsah also come onto land at times?

Only when water hunting is poor.

It is the same for man or even more so. I will tell more if you will do me a favor.

Perhaps I shall eat you instead.

Do you eat all men that you encounter?

No. Only annoying ones, or if I am very hungry. Your meat is too soft and your bones too hard.

Will you do me this favor?

It depends on what you ask.

Approach and I will explain.

Timsah swam towards Mahlon and Ehud, moving its tail and body sinuously.

All Mahlon could see of the king of the river were his eyes, ears and nostrils. Otherwise he was invisible. Ehud jumped as Timsah crawled suddenly onto the river bank. Timsah was the length of two grown men. He had a dark bronze scaly skin sprinkled with black spots. His sides were a pistachio green and he walked firmly on four short splayed legs. Bright green eyes stared at Mahlon.

Greetings, Timsah, king of the river.

Greetings, Mahlon son of Elimelech. It is surprisingly pleasing to speak to man in this fashion. Who is this man next to you? Does he not speak as you do?

This is Ehud, Mahlon motioned. He is my friend and he is the favor I require.



Pharaoh rose with the sun, Ra, his fellow god. Pharaoh loved the early morning. It was the only time during his busy day he had to himself. Since time immemorial, all Pharaohs performed their morning ablutions in solitude. He went to the river bank outside his palace and washed his face with the life-giving waters of another friend from the pantheon, the river god, Hapi son of Horus.

As he rinsed his eyes, Pharaoh beheld a sight more wondrous than any he had ever seen in his life. From the river in front of him, a man rose from the water atop the largest crocodile he had ever seen. The man spat out a hollow reed from his mouth and still dripping from head to toe, stepped calmly onto the river bank.

“Are you a god?” Pharaoh asked Ehud.

“I am a messenger of God,” Ehud answered, shaking water off of himself.

“Which god?”

“There is only one God. The God of Israel.”

“Israel?” Pharaoh took a step back, frightened. “Who are you? What is the message?”

“The message is actually for your son, the new Pharaoh.”

“What do you mean? I don’t understand!” Pharaoh screamed, starting to panic.

“Clearly.” Ehud unsheathed the sword strapped to his back and stabbed Pharaoh. Pharaoh collapsed to the ground, dead. Ehud raised his sword and cut off Pharaoh’s ear. Ehud took the dismembered ear and placed it upon the palm of Pharaoh’s prone hand. Ehud then impaled the ear and the hand, leaving the protruding sword like a flag upon the battlefield.

“There is your firstborn’s ear, Pharaoh. Perhaps your son will think twice now when contemplating harming the children of Israel.”

Ehud stepped onto Timsah, who had been waiting by the river bank, and disappeared into the water of the Nile.

* * * * * *


The Nile crocodile is called Timsah al-Nil in Arabic, Mamba in Swahili, Garwe in Shona, Ngwenya in Ndebele, Ngwena in Venda, Kwena in Sotho and Tswana. (Wikipedia)

Taweret is the hippo-headed Egyptian goddess of childbirth and fertility.

The Strength of Silence

 Kli Yakar Deuteronomy: Ki Tetze

The Strength of Silence

“It is no little wisdom for a man to keep himself in silence and in good peace when evil words are spoken to him, and to turn his heart to God and not to be troubled with man’s judgment.” Thomas Kempis

The news, media and our own selves seem to thrive on disparaging remarks. To take one’s enemy, opponent, associate or even loved one a peg down is almost instinctive in many circles. It is constructive criticism, we argue. They deserve it, we explain. Someone needs to point out their weight, or their poor economic policies, or their warped ideologies.

However, a well-prepared victim is not without recourse. Armed with biting comments, the best defense is an aggressive attack. The attacker becomes fair game for a return of well-deserved and now called-for criticism. It can be entertaining watching verbose opponents sparring with each other (the British Parliament a famous example).

The Kli Yakar (23:14) however has an entirely different reaction to a verbal attack. From verses on actual warfare he explains the ideal counter-attack is none other than silence. Silence will stop an attacker’s diatribe in its tracks. There is only so long one can criticize an opponent that is ignoring verbal nonsense. This is not to diminish the harm or wrong that such attacks represent. Ideally one should avoid and not have to put up with such abuse. However, in the reality of being subjected to unwarranted criticism, silence is not only golden, it’s smart.

May we learn to keep our peace, on both the giving and the receiving end.

Shabbat Shalom,



To all of the schools and teachers that have just completed their first full week back to school. The structure, and the periods of silence and peace it engenders in the home is truly appreciated.

The Fabric of Community

The Fabric of Community

There is an untapped power. The power of prayer. The power of a name. The power of a wish. I always knew about it. I always believed in it. I have rarely seen it with the intensity of the past few days.

Built into Judaism is the concept of community. Jewish law and custom is emphatic as to the role and responsibility of community in our personal lives. Tragedy and success, mourning and rejoicing must be public affairs. We are mandated to inform the community. The community is the fabric of our social lives and as more than one philosopher has pointed out, man is a social animal.

The image of an actual fabric became a metaphor for me of community. I imagined my brother-in-laws current crisis as a fragile thing falling. A piece of pottery, perhaps a small crystal. I saw the community as the surface that catches the crystal. If the community is unresponsive, uncaring, uninformed, the crystal smashes into pieces as on a cold heartless stone floor, or sinks as lead in water, never to rise.

However, if it is a fabric, something with some give, some flexibility, there is hope. But the fabric needs to do more than just catch the crystal. The crystal needs to get some bounce. It needs to be launched up again.

I think of a popular activity at Bar-Mitzvahs. The boys take a large tablecloth and place the Bar-Mitzvah boy in the middle. All the boys take a hold of the edge of the tablecloth and together they launch the Bar-Mitzvah boy higher and higher.

Now I think of all the people praying for Ilan. Each is grabbing a hold of the fabric. Or perhaps each is part of the fabric itself. The threads that bind us in the tapestry of life. If we are strong, if we are united, if we hold on to each other, we have the power to raise those that have fallen.

After the first surgery, we were informed that Ilan only had hours left. We informed our community of his plight. In our day of instant communication, our community encompasses people all over the world and from different walks of life and religions.

An outpouring of prayer and wishes for Tzvi Ilan ben Gita coalesced. The threads came together. Prayer groups formed in the Five Towns, Alon Shvut and Efrat. Jerusalem, Tel-Aviv, Haifa, London, Miami, Caracas, Sao Paulo, Rio de Janeiro, Istanbul and more cities around the globe prayed. The fabric formed around Ilan in prayer and gave him some bounce. When we thought it was the end, we were given hope.

Ilan is still in great danger. The next days remain critical for his survival and recovery. I’m sure God has his own plans and destiny for Ilan, but we need to do what we can.

Before the Sabbath I discussed the case with a doctor friend of mine and he gave a prescription that I believe is not atypical for an Israeli doctor. “Yes, I’ve seen cases like this before. He needs a lot of prayer. That can pull him through.”