painting by Sylvia Hartmann
It tastes like Moshiach this morning.
Sitting in the backyard.
So much warmth.
But not too much.
Saying Tehillim on the lawn chair.
Strains of Karduner play through the screen door from the kitchen.
The air smells fresh.
The heart feels happy.
The lips sing words of praise.
I am still on a high after a farbrengen with Rabbi Reuven Wolf last night in honor of Yud Tes Kislev.
This is not the first time I've heard him speak, but it is the first I've heard of his journey to Chabad Chassidus and the unique truth and joy and depth that he couldn't get enough of.
When we got home, on such a high we couldn't go to sleep, I sat talking with my mother till late in the night.
She told me a story.
Some thirty years ago my parents moved on shlichus to FL.
One day my mother was visited by one of her chasseedishe cousins from Boro Park.
My mother excitedly told her about the new campaign that they were doing to get Jewish women and girls to light shabbos candles.
This was at a time when shlichus was still somewhat of a novelty to the outside world.
She showed her the candles and candlesticks that was being handed out and shared stories of the lives they had touched through this mivtzah.
My mother's cousin looked at her with a confused expression on her face.
But why do you care?
But why do we care?!!!!!!!!!!!?????????
We don't even realize how novel the idea is that we care!
It's so normal and natural to us that we should care about every Jewish neshama.
And even if we don't care every second of the day...we still care.
And even if we don't live up to everything we should be as shluchim of the Rebbe...we still care.
And even if sometimes the pressures of the world get to us and we forget that we're soldiers in HIS army...we still care.
L'chaim my friends.
Here's to an inspired, light-filled week.
May you be blessed with an appreciation for chassidus.
And the joy of living a meaning-filled life.
And the next time you're in LA, go learn with Rabbi Wolf.
You won't regret it.