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Archive: Chanuka
Israel’s Spiritual Might
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As our boys defend our homeland, possibly with their lives, in the Gaza strip, we all must stop and take a few minutes to say Tehillim for them, or add a personal prayer for them into our daily routine. For the skeptics who don’t see how prayer can help such a situation, allow me to offer an example that might illustrate the power of prayer.

A friend related this short Dvar Torah to me today, and it struck a chord with me: Two of the most well known celebrations in the Jewish calendar are Purim and Chanukah. On Purim, we remember how Haman tried to wipe all the Jews in the Persian kingdom off the face of the map. He did not care if this Jew was assimilated or didn’t believe in Judaism, he wanted to physically kill out every single trace of Judaism he could. On Chanukah we remember how the Greeks tried to assimilate us. Our life was not their desire, just our culture. As long as we acted as Greek as we could, they were happy. They wanted to destroy Judaism not physically, but spiritually. On Purim, we combated Haman’s physical threat to our existence with prayer, fast and a slew of spiritual acts. On Chanukah, the Maccabim raised their weapons and waged war on the Greeks.

In both stories, the Jews were not destroyed. After all, here we are, reading Tzipiyah.com! Interesting to note that in both stories, the Jews successfully overcame their enemies with the force opposite that of the threat. When we were physically intimidated, we fought back with prayer, with spirituality. When we were spiritually intimidated, we fought back with war, the physical.

As a physical war wages on in the Middle East, as our boys put their lives on the line to protect those of the citizens of Israel, perhaps what we need to gain an edge is the force opposite that of the threat. Perhaps, to combat the physical attacks on our lives, we need some spirituality. Some prayer?

And, on another spiritual note, we are about to commemorate Asarah B’Tevet, the day that the Babylonian army laid siege to Jerusalem, eventually leading up to the destruction of the first Holy Temple. We commemorate this day spiritually, with fast and prayer. Over the course of the day, every time you get a pang of hunger, a desire to break the fast, if it really isn’t an emergency, think of our boys, risking their lives, and in their merit, overcome the hunger! Persevere as they are trying to do for us. A few hours without food is comparatively a small gesture for us to do for them.

May we soon see the end of this hardship, and may we merit seeing the light pierce this heavy, heavy darkness. May we witness the coming of Mashiach, Bimhera BiYamenu, Amen!

The inter-city busrides can get long after many times of making the same trip. I decided to pack a book into my bag, so that I could read or study during the hour or so where I’d be sitting still in a chair anyway. My first thought was to take a volume of Plato’s dialogues, some of which we’re studying in one of my university courses. All was good and well, until I was struck by the incredible irony.

That night would be the first night of Chanukah - a festival where we celebrate the Divinely led triumph of the Jews, in their tiny minority, over the Ancient Greeks, in their almost overwhelming majority. Almost overwhelming - but not entirely. The Jews had lived for some years under the reign of the Greeks, which was not a happy situation; however, it was tolerable, and they tried to get on with their lives. This all changed when Antiochus instituted his evil decrees against Torah and Jewish life.
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Mi-rac-les

Shalom!

Let me start out by explaining why “shalom” is the absolute, most incredibly apropos word with which to start you out on the magical journey (yeah right) that will be my blog. Firstly, we all know it as the Hebrew equivalent to “hello”. Digging a little deeper, we see that the word “shalom” means “peace”-could there possibly be a better way to greet people than giving them a brocha that they should have peace? The reason why I have recently taken to saying shalom to just about every single person I see is, unfortunately, not nearly as virtuous…for some reason, my friends and I decided a little while ago that it would be REALLY funny to walk around saying it to people. We were in the rova, surrounded by tons of tourists in their groups from all over the world, following their tour guide who lead them with a gigantic flower (or something equally ridiculous and non-obstructive to the other people squeezing their way down the narrow stone streets) like children and their pied piper. So we walked around to every single Russian/Chinese/French/*insert any nationality in the world here* group, holding up the peace sign, saying “shalom, welcome to Jerusalem” (except it came out more like “sha-lome, welcome to juuu-ru-salem”, since we had a hard time properly pronouncing the words while simultaneously making disturbingly weird faces). Good old tourists. They thought it was cute.
Some of them even took pictures.

Now here’s what I love about Israel…that’s what people are like! Even though we find it funny to go around acting dumb, we really ARE happy to welcome people to Jerusalem, to welcome them home. Because no matter how old they are, no matter where they come from, THIS is their home. We are their family. That’s why it’s so cool to be Jewish, and it’s something my non-Jewish friends could never possibly understand. Not that I blame them..how could they possibly even ATTEMPT to comprehend the network we have all over the world? I could go to just about any country in the world with no place to stay, no food to eat, and somehow manage to find food and lodging with some awesome family who don’t even realise their own generosity-by us, it just seems to be a way of life.

There is no other place in the world where you could possibly feel that connection more than here, in the holy land of our fathers, the land of milk and honey, the promised land, the….ok I’m drawing a blank for more cliche descriptors, if you can think of any others please feel free to send them to me. Most creative answerer gets cookies. (Alright, you caught me there are no cookies, so sue me). ANYWAYS, what I was trying to get at is that, basically, Israel is the bomb. For real. Even the air you breathe here is holy. You walk the streets, and you are connected to almost every person you see. (and I’m not just talking in terms of Jewish geography connections) These people speak your language. They eat the food you eat, they dress the way you dress, they face the same hardships that you do..I could go on and on, but the bottom line is: they GET you. And in a secular world, that can be a pretty hard thing to find.

Over Chanukah, I was staying with two friends at one of my friend’s family’s apartment the night before we all headed off for a trip the next day. At around 2 in the morning, my friend and I realised that we had forgotten our mishnayot back at our place. We freaked out because we had to finish our mesechet before our trip would be over (we were learning for someone’s zchus and we were told we had to finish what we had taken on before the shloshim were over). We decided to grab a cab off the road, go back and pick it up, even though we had to get up to leave in a few hours. We hailed a taxi and got in. Our driver was kind enough to make us a good deal for the round trip, especially after he heard where we were going (also, we drive a pretty hard bargain) On the way there, he started talking about Chanukah. Hearing that we spoke English, he told us it was time for HIM to give US an English lesson. He asked us: “what do we celebrate on Chanukah?” We started to explain the miracle of the oil, the miracle of the battle. He answered “Ok, so basically, we celebrate the fact that Hashem made MIRACLES for us, right?” He then told us to “think in Hebrew”, and broke it down: “miracle:mi-rak Kel! Who else but G-d?” (The words mi rak kel literally translate to “who, only G-d”)

Moments like that one define the concepts of Israel and Judaism for me, which is why I decided to start off my blog with them. I’m all about achdus. I believe in loving every Jew, no matter what their affiliation, ethnicity or level of religiousness, in Eretz Yisrael as our homeland, and I believe these are intrinsically Jewish concepts. I believe that every ben-adam is my brother, a child of Hashem created b’tzelem Elokim, and that my “family” welcomes everyone with such open arms because of this belief. I believe in balancing life as a human being and life as a Jew, and that it IS possible to walk the tightrope between the secular and Jewish worlds. And I’d be really, really happy if you stick around and bare with me as I try to explore this concept! (also really flattered. I don’t really see why anyone in their right mind would want to spend their time reading things I’ve written, so PROPS to you if you held out this long!) (Just kidding. Please read my blog. I promise I’ll try to be funny.)

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