Torah

 Shavuos is a mysterious holiday. This commemoration of receiving the Torah at Mount Sinai isn’t given a specific date for its celebration; instead, we are told in the Book of Exodus to schedule it seven weeks from the second night of Passover. The tradition is to enjoy four sumptuous meals over the two days of the holiday and ensure that at least a few of them feature dairy foods. Evidently, at Mount Sinai, we received the laws of kashrus but didn’t have time to master proper slaughtering practices, so eating dairy was safer. Another reason for cheesecake at this time of year: The gematria of the word chalav (milk) is forty, paralleling the number of days Moshe spent on the mountain.

Living in the era of the debilitating COVID-19 virus, we, unfortunately, hear and read many overused clichés, and commonplace vocabulary is becoming stale and superfluous. Within the Jewish community, one of these idioms is “chesed.”

By Sam Glaser 

When New Year’s rolls around, I review the things I promised I would change from the previous year. Sadly, the platitudes of my resolutions could be better described as my New Year’s Delusions. My grandiose ideas about integrating growth and discipline into my life remain just that: ideas. Judaism gives us incredible tools to get lofty concepts into day-to-day practice. This crucial journey toward personal mastery is called Tikun Midos, the healing of our character traits. We’re lucky that countless sages have given us powerful techniques to set goals and actually reach them.

Klal Yisrael is magnificent! In the chaos of the Covid 19 mageifah they are showing their love of Hashem and His Torah, in unprecedented ways.

In last week’s parshah, we learned, “When you build a new home you are to make a fence for your roof; and do not place blood liability in your house for someone who should fall may fall from it.” Rashi explains: “He deserves to fall, but still let his death not come through you, as benefit is brought about through the meritorious and injury through the guilty.”

I stared at the charred piece of parchment, hung and well-framed, on the wall of the library; four columns of a Torah scroll, full of holes and blackened with age and dirt, the thoughts racing through my mind: “How is this here!? How many people have stared at this, not knowing what it is? What am I supposed to do?” And most jarringly, “How can I get it the right way up again!?”