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Jews being called chicken?!

 Tensions between Washington and Jerusalem reached new heights this week with the leaking of comments by officials in the White House describing Israeli Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu as all sorts of colorful adjectives including one a popular Israeli paper translated to mean 'coward', and this was putting it mildly.

The choice of words seems most striking.

It is in this week’s Torah portion we are introduced to the first Jew, Abraham. A peculiar suffix is givento his name; Avraham Ha’Ivri, Avraham, the Hebrew. He merited this name because at that time, society was deeply engrossed in idolatry and pagan worship. Abraham preached a belief in an invisible G-d and mocked the worship of graven images. The father of Monotheism was thus deemed different, strange and weird to everyone else for harboring such strange and radical beliefs-hence the term Ivri-‘of the other side’.

A Jew is a child of Abraham. To be a Jew is to be a Hebrew. To be a Hebrew is to have the courage to be different.

When Jacob saw his Egyptian grandkids, sons of Joseph, who were reared in a foreign culture and influenced by values inconsistent with Judaism, he blessed them to be like fish: 'veyidgu larov bekerev haaratez'. Just as fish have the G-d given ability to swim upstream (remember the Alaskan Salmon run?), Jews of Egypt (today in America) are blessed with the courage to be different. To march to a different beat and to believe in what others don’t.

Maybe this is why it takes a yiddisher kop to succeed in the stock market where one needs to do the opposite of everyone else to come out on top: sell when everyone’s buying and buy when everyone’s selling!

I can’t speak for Bibi, I’m not a politician. But each and every Jew is a Hebrew- from the other side of the river! Let us celebrate our heritage and identity by having the courage to stand up for what we believe in, even when it’s not popular to do so.

How often do I hear ‘Rabbi, we’re not that kind of Jews- we don’t practice’, or ‘My bubby would do that, but we’re just cultural Jews’.

I am proud to tell you that there are dozens of men in our city lay tefillin daily, you would never know who they are. Countless women are lighting Shabbat Candles tonight at 6:20pm. Others are even baking their own Challah and giving tzedaka in ways they never dreamed possible. Yes indeed, Palm Beach Gardens is filled with Hebrews!

Feeling a little self concious to live more Jewishly because no one in your country club does so?! Great!!!! That means you have the chance to prove yourself as a Hebrew!

So nu- What kind of Jew are you? 

Do you justify those awful comments out of the White House or are you a Hebrew?

What have you done today that makes you a Hebrew?

Wishing you a Shabbat Shalom,

Rabbi Dovid and Chana Vigler 

‘Cry me a river’ they say, but G-d, He cried the world.

‘Cry me a river’ they say, but G-d, He cried the world.

I remember quite a few years ago when a family member passed. He was probably in his fifties and left behind a young widow and a large family of orphans. The funeral was on a Friday morning in Israel. And as the family reached the gravesite the thick clouds in the sky gave way and released a mighty downpour. I’ll never forget the way the children described the scene later, “the heavens were crying along with us,” they said. 

 I was certain that they were.

I remember on another occasion when my mother became very emotional. My brother and I tried to console her, it was hard to see our mother this way. She looked us both in the eyes and said in a way that taught me something that has stayed with me forever, “sometimes it’s ok to cry”. 

G-d created the world. It was perfect. It was beautiful. It was just as He had so desired. But then things started to happen. There were bad things. People were killing and stealing and fighting. They were mean and selfish and self centered.

G-d begged them to repent, to turn His world perfect. To make it as beautiful as His dream had always been. But alas, this was not meant to be.

And he started to cry. Indeed, he cried the world.

And when he was all done, He sent a dove. The dove said, ‘sometimes it’s ok to cry’.

Then came the rainbow. A real storm is always followed by the rainbow. 

The rainbow that follows the storm is the most beautiful rainbow you’ll ever see. It’s the miracle after the tragedy.

It’s the perfection within the imperfection. It’s the strength that we never knew we had. The courage we were never aware that we were capable of. The love that surrounds us that we’ve never tapped into.

When G-d exiled the Jewish people, he didn’t say as any good parent would ‘trust me this hurts me more than it hurts you.’ He said, ‘I’m exiling you, I’m thrusting you into pain and suffering and misery, but don’t worry, my child, I too am going along. Wherever you go I will be right there beside you and any hardships that you endure, I too will endure along with you.’

We all have weathered storms, some of larger proportions than others. They are the toughest parts of our life.

But the knowledge that we are not in this alone, that G-d is at our side, giving us the strength to push through and persevere also gives us the courage to see the rainbow. The glimmer at the end of the storm, that light at the other end of the tunnel.

It’s hard to let go of that perfect world. Of that dream of the way we’d always imagined it to be, the way that we would like it to be.  But sometimes, this is just what we need to do. Let go. 

It’s ok to cry, but be sure not to miss the rainbow.

This week, Israel suffered a terrible tragedy. The murder of a three month old baby by a Palestinian terrorist who plowed his car straight through pedestrians. This news was only exacerbated by the fact that it took her parents five years to finally conceive their princess.  

The funeral was heart wrenching and world Jewry cried along with them.

Buckets of tears from mothers and fathers everywhere.

G-d can’t blame us. He knows how it feels, after all, He did it too.

 

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