Only 354 days until next Purim...may we be zoche to the shefah of lemon, honey, and hot water flow through klal yisrael (and our collective throats).Gut Moed (I didn't hear no bell)....
3/12/09
Preperations for Next Purim Begin
Only 354 days until next Purim...may we be zoche to the shefah of lemon, honey, and hot water flow through klal yisrael (and our collective throats).
Purim Teaching (2)
The first time we called Rebbe on Purim, Rebbe understood that we were not yet ready to speak with him. Rebbe handed the phone to one of the junior talmidim, who mumbled something about the cardinals and Achashveirosh. We hung up the phone.
A few hours later, we were ready, at least on some level, to hear Rebbe's teaching.
Rebbe explained the well known line in Tehillim:
אֶשָּׂא עֵינַי אֶל-הֶהָרִים מֵאַיִן יָבֹא עֶזְרִי
I will lift up my eyes to the mountains. From where does my help come?
Rebbe explained that we should read the pasuk differently than as translated above. "מֵאַיִן" does not mean "From where." Rather, "מֵאַיִן" means that specifically when one is in a place of "אַיִן", when he is in a very low place, to the point where he feels that he is nothing - that is when he will see "יָבֹא עֶזְרִי."
Ashreinu.
3/11/09
Purim Teaching (I)
While the women of the revolution cleaned up, as the in-laws of the revolution lay prostrate on the bathroom floor, and as R Michael Shapiro's Yedid Nefesh played softly in the living room, the Rochester Jew arrived. Over a plate of beans, hamburger and onion rings, he told the following story:As a resident in a nearby hospital, the Rochester Jew spends many hours with patients of various nationalities. Recently, he checked in on a Cuban patient who was suffering from a great illness.
The Cuban asked the Rochester Jew - "what nationality are you? What are you?" The Rochester Jew replied, "I am a Jew."
"Thats good," said the Cuban. "Jews have Beitzim.*"*translation deemed necessary for the youthful members of the RRRR
3/10/09
Good Purim Story
Please Read at your Seudas, with focus and intensity. And hopefully some musical accompaniment and yayin. Good Purim to all!!!
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"Good Purim, Rebbe," the meek voice said. But it was lost between the flint-grey beard and the moth-eaten scarf.
The Koznitzer Maggid, the great Chassidic leader, looked up from his Purim celebration.
"Was that a breeze I felt?" he said. "Did someone open a window?"
"Good Purim, Rebbe," the man said again, scarcely a decibel louder. The Maggid looked around. Standing there in a tattered, oversized coat, a battered black hat, with two pitiful eyes staring out from beneath, stood Pinchas the Shlepper, the Maggid's most destitute Chassid. He was the town porter and local doormat. People could wipe their feet on him and not even notice.
"Good Purim, Pinchas!" the Maggid cried. "Well, did you bring me m'shalach monot, - a Purim package?" Pinchas looked down at his cracking shoes. He did not have food to feed his own family. How could he bring the Maggid a gift?
"Pinchas!" the Rebbe shouted. "How long will you remain a shlepper? It's Purim today. V'nahaphachu! Everything turns over! Go and stand at the head of the table." Pinchas moved over obediently. "Now, in your loudest voice," the Maggid said, "wish me a good Purim."
"Good Purim," he repeated. Some mice in the corner squeaked in response.
"Not like that. Louder, Pinchas!"
"Good Purim!"
"Louder, Pinchas!" The Rebbe's Chassidim sitting around the Purim table joined in with words of encouragement.
"GOOD PURIM! GOOD PURIM!" After about a half-hour of trying, Pinchas let out a string of really inspired "Good Purims." The Rebbe's eyes lit up.
"Now, Pinchas. Go out and bring me m'shalach monot. And I want you to wish "Good Purim" to every person you meet."
Pinchas strode down the town's main street. "Good Purim," he called to everyone he met. "GOOD PURIM!" The townspeople were dumbstruck. "Was that Pinchas the Shlepper?" they asked.
Pinchas marched into the shop of the local wine merchant. "Good Purim, Reb Shmuel!" he said. "Give me three bottles of your best wine and I will pay you tomorrow, and if not, well it's Purim today!" Reb Shmuel was shocked, but he seized the opportunity to perform a mitzvah and ran to the wine shelf, as his bewildered wife looked on.
From there, Pinchas went to the bakery. "Good Purim, Reb Meir! Give me five cakes and five loaves of bread and I will pay you tomorrow, and if not, well, it's Purim today!" Again, he was met with the same enthusiastic response. Pinchas quickly ran back to the Maggid's home to present him with his m'shalach monos -- cake and wine. "Good Purim, Rebbe!" he cried, as he ran back out again for his family. The butcher, the tailor, the cobbler -- Pinchas wished each one of them a special Good Purim.
Several hours later, in their little shack at the edge of town, Pinchas the Shlepper's family heard several sharp kicks at the front door, which then burst open. Framed in the doorway was a man completely obscured by an armload of packages, except for his shiny new shoes, neatly pressed trousers and the top of a new felt hat -- their father!
"GOOD PURIM, CHILDREN!" he shouted. His wife stared at him as if in a dream. Pinchas went over to her. "My dear, I have been a terrible husband and have made you and the children suffer for years. I promise that from now on things will be different. But first, set the table, it's Purim today!" The table was quickly set -- a meal fit for a king. "But children, before we begin…" Pinchas lined them up in front of the table. "Wish your father a Good Purim."
"Good Purim, Tatte."
"No, not like that. Louder!"
"Good Purim, Tatte!"
"No, louder!"
Across the town, the Koznitzer Maggid leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes and smiled. "Sha, Sha!" the Chassidim all cried. "The Rebbe sees something. What is it Rebbe? Tell us."
"Right now," he replied, "Pinchas the Shlepper is teaching his whole family to say Good Purim, and all the angels in Heaven are listening with joy."
From that Purim on, Pinchas's life changed. His new found confidence inspired others, who lent him money and started him in business. After many years, he became quite wealthy, and his home became a refuge for all the troubled and needy people in the area. His life was spent helping others and all who knocked on his door found endless encouragement in his hearty and heartfelt welcome.
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"Good Purim, Rebbe," the meek voice said. But it was lost between the flint-grey beard and the moth-eaten scarf.
The Koznitzer Maggid, the great Chassidic leader, looked up from his Purim celebration.
"Was that a breeze I felt?" he said. "Did someone open a window?"
"Good Purim, Rebbe," the man said again, scarcely a decibel louder. The Maggid looked around. Standing there in a tattered, oversized coat, a battered black hat, with two pitiful eyes staring out from beneath, stood Pinchas the Shlepper, the Maggid's most destitute Chassid. He was the town porter and local doormat. People could wipe their feet on him and not even notice.
"Good Purim, Pinchas!" the Maggid cried. "Well, did you bring me m'shalach monot, - a Purim package?" Pinchas looked down at his cracking shoes. He did not have food to feed his own family. How could he bring the Maggid a gift?
"Pinchas!" the Rebbe shouted. "How long will you remain a shlepper? It's Purim today. V'nahaphachu! Everything turns over! Go and stand at the head of the table." Pinchas moved over obediently. "Now, in your loudest voice," the Maggid said, "wish me a good Purim."
"Good Purim," he repeated. Some mice in the corner squeaked in response.
"Not like that. Louder, Pinchas!"
"Good Purim!"
"Louder, Pinchas!" The Rebbe's Chassidim sitting around the Purim table joined in with words of encouragement.
"GOOD PURIM! GOOD PURIM!" After about a half-hour of trying, Pinchas let out a string of really inspired "Good Purims." The Rebbe's eyes lit up.
"Now, Pinchas. Go out and bring me m'shalach monot. And I want you to wish "Good Purim" to every person you meet."
Pinchas strode down the town's main street. "Good Purim," he called to everyone he met. "GOOD PURIM!" The townspeople were dumbstruck. "Was that Pinchas the Shlepper?" they asked.
Pinchas marched into the shop of the local wine merchant. "Good Purim, Reb Shmuel!" he said. "Give me three bottles of your best wine and I will pay you tomorrow, and if not, well it's Purim today!" Reb Shmuel was shocked, but he seized the opportunity to perform a mitzvah and ran to the wine shelf, as his bewildered wife looked on.
From there, Pinchas went to the bakery. "Good Purim, Reb Meir! Give me five cakes and five loaves of bread and I will pay you tomorrow, and if not, well, it's Purim today!" Again, he was met with the same enthusiastic response. Pinchas quickly ran back to the Maggid's home to present him with his m'shalach monos -- cake and wine. "Good Purim, Rebbe!" he cried, as he ran back out again for his family. The butcher, the tailor, the cobbler -- Pinchas wished each one of them a special Good Purim.
Several hours later, in their little shack at the edge of town, Pinchas the Shlepper's family heard several sharp kicks at the front door, which then burst open. Framed in the doorway was a man completely obscured by an armload of packages, except for his shiny new shoes, neatly pressed trousers and the top of a new felt hat -- their father!
"GOOD PURIM, CHILDREN!" he shouted. His wife stared at him as if in a dream. Pinchas went over to her. "My dear, I have been a terrible husband and have made you and the children suffer for years. I promise that from now on things will be different. But first, set the table, it's Purim today!" The table was quickly set -- a meal fit for a king. "But children, before we begin…" Pinchas lined them up in front of the table. "Wish your father a Good Purim."
"Good Purim, Tatte."
"No, not like that. Louder!"
"Good Purim, Tatte!"
"No, louder!"
Across the town, the Koznitzer Maggid leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes and smiled. "Sha, Sha!" the Chassidim all cried. "The Rebbe sees something. What is it Rebbe? Tell us."
"Right now," he replied, "Pinchas the Shlepper is teaching his whole family to say Good Purim, and all the angels in Heaven are listening with joy."
From that Purim on, Pinchas's life changed. His new found confidence inspired others, who lent him money and started him in business. After many years, he became quite wealthy, and his home became a refuge for all the troubled and needy people in the area. His life was spent helping others and all who knocked on his door found endless encouragement in his hearty and heartfelt welcome.
3/9/09
Shushan Purim with Rebbe
Somewhere in the recesses of Zakein Mamrei's video archive, forever etched into the hearts of the revolution faithful is a video of Rebbe's Shushan Purim Seudah in the bookstore building. There has perhaps never been a starker contrast on the streets of amsterdam ave. (unless of course you count the time I danced with Rav Willig dressed as a crack baby surrounded by a sea of MYP guys). There we were all in one place a small band of displaced souls at YU crammed into a stuffy fourth floor apt. in the bookstore building. While many scurried to classes below and scarfed down two slices and a drink before shiur, we thought of how the jews in shushan continued their fight after battles everywhere else had died down and as our brethren in walled cities around the world sat down to their purim feast, we too sat down to erect a wall of our own. You see sometimes a wall is needed to protect you from negative energy, as betzalel correctly told moshe first the mishkan then the aron and keilim. You know the saddest thing in the world is when you know in your heart that you must build an impenetrable wall, and that you must conceal yourself with your comrades lest you succumb to the beast that is lurking. There we sat awaiting our leader trumpets blared, shofars were blasted, and there were certainly a few who found themselves staring wide eyed as we sang pesach tunes. And as the afternoon turned to evening and our Rebbe bid us farewell leaving us to wound and maim each other in our drunkenness, we understood our mission with great clarity. We were tasked with growing trees without boxes to confine them. To sit on benches and bring life to wisdom.
3/6/09
Fair Lawn RRRR Purim Seudah
All Jews are welcome at the RRRR Court of Kings Purim Seudah in Fair Lawn (48 Kingsland Court, Fair Lawn, NJ ).
Entrance fee: 100 Amalekite Foreskins and an aversion to spiritual coldness.
BYOW - Bring your own weapon for the battle (times are tight, and the Defense Ministry no longer has spare weaponry lying around).
3/5/09
Queen Esther, Revolutionary
The Gemara tells us that the essence of Esther is “וְאָנֹכִי, הַסְתֵּר אַסְתִּיר פָּנַי” – that G-d will hide His face from us.But Esther also means something else. We say in Tehillim 27 (L’Dovid Hashem Ori) an amazing line: “ אַל-תַּסְתֵּר פָּנֶיךָ מִמֶּנִּי” – G-d, do not hide your face from me! I will not accept your hiddenness! We may live in a world of darkness, but I will not be at peace with it!
And this is also the essence of Esther’s name – אֶסְתֵּר = אֶ + סְתֵּר. Esther = אַל-תַּסְתֵּר– do not hide from me!
Esther’s challenge is to experience hester panim, G-d’s hiddenness – “וְאָנֹכִי, הַסְתֵּר אַסְתִּיר פָּנַי” - but then to revolt against it! “ אַל-תַּסְתֵּר פָּנֶיךָ מִמֶּנִּי” - Father in heaven, do not hide; show me your face! Save your people!
3/3/09
Who is a Jew?
In "The Rav Speaks", Rav Soloveitchik explains:
"Heroism means to fight even when the chances of victory are slim, when reason advises capitulation because logically the battle seems lost. Heroism implies doing the paradoxical, the absurd...
If you ask me, who is a Jew, I would answer, one who lives a life of heroism. In my eyes, a Jew is one who is ready to live heroically, to be always in the minority, to be able to fight against himself and his own cold logic."
While we are taking back the shuls and schools, lets take back the Rav from those who claim he was a cold intellectual!
3/2/09
Daughters of the Revolution
In the final days before the Messiah arrives, righteous women will outnumber the men...2/27/09
Asher Korcha BaDerech - A United Front in Battling Coldness
Rebbe, the RRRR and Naaleh. R Weinberger, the southern Chassid and the Sfas Emes Jew. Jawbonevalley and the Stollel . Reb Shlomo minyanim everywhere. The Village crazies and the March on Maryland.
What once was a scattered group of lonely Yechidim, groping for something warm in a world full of freezing Young Israel synagogues, is now a full scale, grass roots rebellion. We are powerful, far more powerful than we realize.
In the synagogues, schools and basement minyanim,
I saw Yidden who dreamed.
In the battlefields of passion and of fire
I saw the Snags get creamed.
Rise up from the weeds! Hiding is no longer necessary! Let us retake what is rightfully ours!
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2/25/09
Zakein Mamrei - King of All Media?
More great revolutionary moments from Akiva Ben Canaan's wedding. Zakein Mamrei's wife is responsible for the footage.
2/24/09
The Worlds Collide, Rockin.
Lost Footage of Rebbe and Chaim Dovid singing Michael Shapiro at Akiva Ben Canaan's wedding.
Take that all you playa hatahs.
Take that all you playa hatahs.
Saying it like it is
At last year's RRRR Seudah, one of the Friends of the Revolution, Jake, had a little email conversation with one of his gentile friends. It went like this:Jake: Today is purim...we drink today to celebrate the fact that when your people tried to wipe out my people we wooooooon! Let's go next week and see if if the forces of good can defeat the forces of evil.
jake
Response from Gentile Friend: whats a little genocide amongst friends?!?!
Gentile Friend
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