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Moshiach Moment 05 Roughing it with us

The intuitive way people percieve G-d's relationship with G-d's "constituents" is: be good, hang out with G-d, be bad, goodbye...
This weeks Parsha throws a wrench in that perspective...

Moshiach Moment 05 Roughing it with us 0:01:44

Moshiach Moment 04 on the outside leading in

As our brothers and sisters prepare to exit the safty of their home towns to achieve security and peace for the rest of us, they follow in the footsteps of our ancestors.

 Moshiach Moment 04 Matos 1:58

A one way gift

Yankee Teitelbaum and Binah Lipkind- Teitelbaum, I came across this story and it made what you did feel even more (if that's possible) emotional:

Reb Nachum Rabinovitz, one of the vintage chassidim of Jerusalem, was once waiting for yechidus. Among those waiting was a young man, obviously wealthy, but wearing a morose and despondent expression.

A short while later, the young man entered the Rebbe's room, and when he emerged, his expression had changed. His face beamed forth energy and vitality.

Curious about this abrupt shift in emotion, when his own yechidus concluded, Reb Nachum inquired about the young man's identity from the Rebbe's secretaries and was able to arrange a meeting.

"I am a millionaire," the young man told Reb Nachum, "but recently, my only son died. At that point, I felt that my life no longer had any purpose. I saw no value to my wealth or my position.

"I went to the Rebbe for solace and advice.

"The Rebbe asked me what my feelings would be if my son went overseas and was living in a foreign country from which he could not communicate to me, but in which I could be assured that all his needs were being met and he had no suffering at all.

"I answered that although the separation would be difficult to bear, I would be happy for my son.

" 'And although he could not respond, if you could communicate with him and send packages to him,' the Rebbe continued, 'would you do so?'

" 'Of course,' I answered.

" 'This is precisely your present situation,' the Rebbe concluded. 'With every word of prayer you recite, you are sending a message to your son. And with every gift you make to charity or institution which you fund you are sending a package to him. He cannot respond, but he appreciates your words and your gifts.' "

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Moshiach Moment 02 Parshas Balak

BS"D

This was recorded before the tragic news this week. It is an uplifting thought nevertheless.
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A family in pain

 I allow my mind to linger on a close moment with friends as a teenager, a warm moment sharing small thoughts with siblings or an emotional hug with my children. I then switch over and try to empathize with the friends, the siblings and the parents of Eyal, Gilad and Naftali.

We spent nearly three weeks together. Our thoughts, our hopes, our prayers and actions were there with you, wondering how they were being treated, were they were being held, what we could do – but mostly refreshing our screens wondering when we would hear news.
For three weeks we worried, last night we all cried and today we all mourn. Sometimes it hurts to be a Jew. What would my facebook feed look like, my sleep have been like if our three brothers were just a foreign sad statistic? Instead I and a closely knit family, millions strong, hurt today.
I make no consoling remarks. There are none that can diminish the pain. I only know that while in good times we may think we need no one, in sad times we are reminded how lucky we are to have family. Yes it was a stressful three weeks, and the anguish now is deep. At the same time underlying love, the elevating bond revealed is a clear window into the soul of who we are as a nation and the indefinable entity that we are so lucky to be a part of.
If there is one gift Eyal, Gilad and Naftali gave us, it is this mirror they provided to who and what we are. As the Rebbe taught and championed for decades: we are one. It doesn’t matter where your grandparents came from, what clothing you wear, or even how much observance you and I share, we are, and always will be, a family. 
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