Chabad Times, September 2003

T 03 VOL. XII NO. 1 Chabad Times The Lowdown on the High Holidays . . .2 Koufax and Yom Kippur 3 All Wet But Not Dampened 4 Chabad Happenings 5 Night Out in Jerusalem 6 Chabad News 7 The Few and the Proud 8 Ascending to Safed 9 The Kabbalah Within Chess 10 The True Fish Story 11 High Holiday Guide 12-13 High Holiday Hotline 15 Cold Soup 16 Coping With Tragedy 17 A Place Called Sosua 18-19 High Holidays Detour 21 Are You A Survivor? 21 Recipes-Honey Laced Desserts . . . .22 Moving Up: Nefesh B'Nefesh 23 Candle Lighting Times 24 NON-PROFIT ORG. U.S. POSTAGE PAID PERMIT NO. 447 LAS VEGAS, NV What's Inside? Chabad of Southern Nevada 1261 South Arville St. Las Vegas, NV 89102 (702) 259-0770 ivww.chabadlv.org PUBLISHED BY CHABAD OF SOUTHERN NEVADA Rounding the New 1 Moving Up the World: Helping Ne Israelis "M a Travelogue: All Around Town in Israel's Mystical City We used to start think-ing about the High Holidays when we received our synagogue's theatre-like tickets in August. Upon presenting my High Holiday ticket, I'd be handed a new prayer book, and an usher showed me down the aisle to my reserved seat. All was quiet and seden-tary except for the occasional page turning rustle and the congregational sitting down and standing up. My gaze would wander from the prayerbook's Thous and Thees to the embroidered velvet curtain on the magnificent Ark up front. My eyes fol-lowed the Ark's exquisite woodwork, elaborate engravings and intricate detail up to the Ten Commandments framed by golden lions crouching over an emblazoned quote: "Let them build me a Sanctuary, and I will dwell among them." LET THEM BUILD That Biblical verse intrigued me. "Does 'them' building a Sanctuary also include an all thumbs amateur like me?" "And," I wondered, "who are the plural 'them' among whom G-d dwells beyond the synagogue?" I had never heard of Sukkot. The "Feast of Tabernacles" on the syna-gogue's marquee sounded like a Southern Baptist thing, so I ignored it. I had no idea that the solemn High Holidays also involved nitty gritty, rolling up sleeves, noise and clatter, banging and sawing, joy and celebration. But my spiritual exploration even-tually led me to discover the ram-shackle Sukkah located right behind the High Holidays. Not grand and impressive like the Holy Ark, yet it is a Divine abode during the holiday. MAJOR HOME IMPROVEMENT The Sukkah walls, constructed of any material that stands up to the wind, are covered by a bramble of pine or palm branches, bamboo sticks, corn stalks, or your yard and garden clippings. It's amazing how an inexpensive Sukkah will add value to your home. Without a ceiling overhead, the Sukkah allows us to think out of the box. Distribution: Direct mailed 5 times a year to over 3,000 homes in Las Vegas, NV Hi But this is only a paper Sukkah! So please join us for the holidays, and visit our real, full size Sukkah with real great food! Sincerely, Rabbi Shea Harlig, Rabbi Yisroel Schanowitz, Rabbi Mendy Harlig the rankings of wealth and economic classes, as the rich leave their mansions to camp out at the grace of the elements. A Sukkah drills in the message that only G-d is our ultimate shelter. MITZVAH DE JOUR Celebrating in the Sukkah is as nourishing and fulfilling as a delicious hot bowl of Holiday soup. Rosh Hashanah is the King of Prayer and Yom Kippur is devoted to Atonement, but Sukkot is where the action is! Sawing is believing when building a Sukkah, welcoming Moshiach to raise the falling Sukkah of the House of David. HAMMERING IT IN Jackie Mason jokes about Jews who use butter knives as screw-drivers. I, too, am tool challenged, but you don't need a degree in architec-ture to build a Sukkah. In fact, I knew right away that the Sukkah's assem-blage of wood panels and two by ordinary b o a r d meeting. Do it your-selfers reign supreme in this age of Lowe's, Home Depot and Desktop Publishing. Thank G-d, there are instructions for us to follow, and you'll be surprised how the 'rigid' halacha can bend and stretch the Sukkah walls to meet all your Sukkah specifications. The synagogue's Holy Ark is professionally designed and built to last, while my flimsy Sukkah is ad hoc, temporary and lacks polish. But a Sukkah was meant to be sim-ple, raw and rustic. The Ark houses Holy Torah scrolls while the Sukkah hosts our family for dinner, but that's where it's at. I just hit the nail on the head: my humble Sukkah is a unique master-piece 'cause I made it myself! ? 2003 Rabbi Israel Rubin Dear Friends, Welcome, and thanks for stopping into our cozy little 'Sukkah' here. Like a Sukkah, this paper offers respite and shelter from the raging world outside. We're happy to introduce you to some very talented writers, with plenty of good food for thought to taste and enjoy. Adapted from a Talk by the Lubavitcher Rebbe by Yosef Y. Jacobson Yom Kippur's Torah reading presents us with a very puzzling combination: the zenith of lofty heavenly holiness right along with the nadir of the lowest. The Torah reading (Leviticus chap-ters 16-18) is basically divided into two sections. The first part deals with the spiritual cleansing and healing of the Day of Atonement, leading up to the rare special moment when the High Priest enters the Temple's inner sanc-tum, the "Holy of Holies," to present an incense offering before the Ark of the Covenant. The level suddenly drops precipi-tously from there, as the Torah moves on to more earthly matters, warning us against immoral and degenerative behaviors. "Do not follow the ways of Egypt where you once lived, nor of Canaan, where I bring you," the Torah states, enumerating a long list of perversions and aberrations, including incest, extramarital relationships, concluding, "Do not perform these detestable per-verse acts....Do not defile yourself ...Don't cause the land to disgorge you by defiling it, as it disgorged the peo-ple before you." about the purity and sanctity of the Yom Kippur services. But as the holiest day draws to a climax, we are subject-ed to a long repetitive list of profane and forbidden relationships. We stand in the Synagogue on the holiest day enveloped in white and purity. We haven't had a morsel of food or any drink for twenty-four hours. On this day we rise beyond the physical to the level of angels, as we attempt to transcend our bodies. Yom Kippur is an island in time, an oasis of transcendence. Is this what we must hear during these most spiritual moments? Not to commit adultery, incest and bestiality! Should such gross matters even enter our thoughts on Yom Kippur in Shul?! THE MOMENT AFTER An answer to this question is allud-ed to in the name of these readings' Torah portion, the opening word "Acharei," which means "after." Judaism attaches great significance to a name. Each Torah portion's name embodies the very soul and inner mes-sage of that section. Here, however, the name "After" seems to be only a refer-high in heaven; your soul may be ablaze with a sacred fire and your heart may be swelling with inspira-tion. Yet you must remember that only one day from now, you may find your-self in the muck, tempted by profane and immoral behavior. At this critical moment of inner spiritual quest, you must stock up the resolve and commit-ment to retain your integrity during your lowliest moments that lie ahead. By juxtaposing lofty holiness with grotesque evil, the Torah teaches us that no matter how sublime we may feel at a particular moment, we must remember the moment "after," the brute and beastly temptations that may emerge later, under different cir-cumstances. The feelings we have now may not be ours forever. The awesome holiness of Yom Kippur is only real if it will affect the "after," if it will leave its mark on the days that follow with their abominable urges and cravings. The Torah teaches us that holiness is not reserved only for those extraordi-nary individuals who transform their hearts into heaven's mirror. As Judaism sees it, it is that very same human being who is capable of engaging in repulsive promiscuity and must be warned against it, yet who can discover the Divine light in the depth of his con-sciousness, and enter into his own "Holy of Holies." ASCENDING THE LADDER This is also the symbolism of Jacob's Ladder, "A ladder standing on the ground, and its top reaches heav-en." Judaism is not so impressed with a soul that hovers and resides in the heavens. It is far more moved by a grounded human ladder, deeply entrenched in the grit and gravel of earth, yet it still looks up toward heav-en. Even when we feel down, low and depressed, remember that we are for-ever linked with heaven. Conversely, even when we stand on the highest heaven, we must never forget that part of us is still very earthy. This ensures that when we fall, a little piece of heaven will still remain with us even in the abyss. Inside the Bialystocker Synagogue, New York City Why juxtapose such opposite extremes, the highest of the high with the lowest of the low? What a drastic change of subject! On the morning of this awe-inspiring day, we rise to the occasion as we read ence to something that already reced-ed into the past? It is here that we observe a most meaningful lesson in the Jewish approach to personal purity, morality and spirituality. You may be flying RABBI GAD SEBAG Certified Sofer ? Tefillin ) Computer Checking x n ^ n i K X-. wJL ? New & Used \ / Torah Scrolls ? Torahs Repaired (free estimates) \ ORAITA iftcv # J i J 7v We Ship Worldwide! oraitainc@aol.com On October 6, 1965, Sandy Koufax, the overpowering lefty for the Los Angeles Dodgers, did not pitch in the first game of the World Series against the Minnesota Twins because it fell on Yom Kippur. My father was not a baseball fan. We had emigrated to the US only six years before. He was 55 and still strug-gling to learn English and other new skills, like driving a car. Baseball was not his priority. He didn't know a home run from a rerun, a base hit from a facelift, and couldn't care less. "It's a stupid game," he announced in his thick accent after watching a few minutes on TV. "Not like football. That's a game!" My father was refer-ring to soccer, calling it as it is known throughout the world, not American football, which he also thought idiotic. But then, Sandy Koufax refused to pitch the first game of the World Series. Sandy Koufax went to shul that day. He fasted. To my father, baseball was still stupid, but all of a sudden, not all the players were stupid. Sandy Koufax didn't hide his Judaism, and my father, among many Jews, was proud of him. "He's a good Jewish boy," my father said. His highest praise. My twin brother and I weren't good Jewish boys. We liked baseball, admired Koufax for his diamond feats and now grudgingly respected him for his courageous stand, but we were only seventeen and in full teenage rebellion against our father's values. We chafed under his constraints, which didn't allow us to play sports on Saturdays. My brother, a fine sprinter, had had to miss every Saturday track meet the previous spring. I'd have to miss every Friday night or Saturday s w i m m e e t that win-ter. It did-n't seem f a i r . Especially when the other Jewish kids compet-ed on Shabbos and holidays. Our coaches were puzzled too. "But Arnie Steinberg (not his real name) is Jewish and he can run on Saturdays. How come you can't?" No answer seemed right. It would have felt dishonest to say, "Because we're more religious." I didn't feel very reli-gious. Besides, it would have put down Arnie and the other Jewish kids. I also sure didn't want to quote my father's, "Because you're the Cantor's sons." It might have made sense to the coaches, but made little sense to me. A week after sitting out the first game, Sandy Koufax came back to beat the Twins in the seventh game, consid-ered one of the best pitched games in baseball history. Any lingering doubts about the rightness of his decision to miss the first game were gone. by Sandor Slomovits Today, my brother and I play music for children and families - our varia-tion on our father's Cantorial legacy. We include Jewish songs in our con-certs - our way of not hiding our her-itage. Sometimes, during the question and answer part of our shows, a child will ask, "Are you Jewish?" Often, after we say yes, the child will respond, "I am too." I sense those children's loneli-ness in being Jewish - and remember my own - and see their pride in some-one who publicly shares this aspect of their lives. Now, 35 years later, I've come to understand my father better than I did then. He had more powerful reasons than many Jews in this country for appreciating Sandy Koufax's public stand - and for taking his own. He'd lived in Hungary, where it was dan-gerous and even lethal just to be a Jew - much less be public about it. During WWII he had survived in forced labor camps and lost, among others, both his parents and his first wife and three children in Auschwitz. To him, a Jew who declared his Judaism openly as Sandy Koufax, was heroic beyond words. I called my parents recently and asked them if they remembered Sandy Koufax. My father is nearly ninety now, my mother almost eighty two, but they both did. My mother who knows even less about baseball than my father, immediately said, "He didn't play on Yom Kippur." My father added, "He was a good man." I noticed his words. Now Sandy Koufax was a good man, not just a good Jewish boy. He had grown up since 1965. I like to think that I have too. My father and I have made our peace. We don't see eye to eye on Jewish observance, but we've gradually agreed to focus on what we share rather than argue about our differ-ences. But old hurts still surface. Hearing him praise Koufax, I couldn't hold myself back. "But didn't Sandy Koufax play baseball on Shabbos?" 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Extra-curricular activities i ! #1 SIMCHAT Saturday, October 18, 2003 7:00pm A Celebration of Joy! Enjoy a lavish Kiddush, refreshments and plenty of L'Chaim as we dance the night away with the Torah! Flags and treats for kids! Yizkor service on Shemini Atzeret Saturday, October 18, I 1:30am Chabad of Southern Nevada 1261 S.Arville St. 259-0770 Chabad of Summerlin/ Desert Shores 2620 Regatta Dr. #117 243-3623 Chabad of Green Valley 10870 S. Eastern #104 617-0770 Chabad Hebrew Center 1254 Vista Drive 271-8025 ^A LL WE f j BUT NOT Steve Hyatt DAMPENED Growing up, my family attended synagogue on Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippcfl^BIW celeBrated Chanukah and Purirrvwith childlisn zeal. Indeed, many peopde thought I was the best kid Mefdechai the^|d ever seen in our synagogue's Fwfhi plays! w Yet I had nevet seen, let alone set foot in, a Sukld^ptit was flPlof the High Holidays' best kept secrets, one of my J&vish adult life discoveri was to build a Sukka in Wilmingto Delaware. V ^ P the Rabbi asklsd for volunteers to help erect|tbe co ty SukkajJ figured, why not. Six o|^gath<fegd to obstruct the Sukka. OurkicesforSihad been build-ing these structurBBPfor over 3,300 years, but this was the first time I ever |s joined the construction crew. Our team hoisted large wooden panels into place, bolted them together and creat-ed a four-walled freestanding tempo-rary dwelling. Being 6'3" tall, I was put on s'chach duty. What's s'chach, you ask? Hey, I once couldn't even pronounce the word. I had the honor of placing the s'chach fresh cut branches on the bam-boo poles grid atop the Sukka's roof structure. After all the time and effort we put into building the Sukka 1 couldn't wait for the holiday to sit there and relax. 1 could almost smell the aromas of the Holiday meal we were going to enjoy within our Sukka 's cozy confines. There promised to be lots of the Rebbetzin's famous kugel and the best matzo ball soup this side of Jerusalem. I arrived decked out in my best Shabbat clothes, all ready to dine out in the Sukka. As the Rabbi was reciting the Kiddush blessing over the wine, I heard the distinctive sound of rain. I looked at the Rabbi, the Rebbetzin and their kids, but no one seemed to pay any attention to the rain. Maybe they were confident that my s'chach was a waterproof impenetrable barrier that would keep us dry. Moments later, a powerful storm raged outside. I had barely put the challa in my mouth when an enor-mous drop of water splat right on my nose. Soon more and more drops fell from the roof. I looked around the table, but no one paid any attention to the streams and rivulets running freely from the "ceiling." A little piece of my fresh s'chach broke loose and plopped right down into my bowl. To my chagrin, the downpour increased in intensity. My beloved challa was now a bloated mass of soggy mush! Holding the limp slice out to the Rabbi, I asked that per-haps we move our little party inside where it was dry and comfortable. Rabbi Vogel picked up a slice of waterlogged challa, and pointing it in my direction said, "Shloma Yakov, Mitzvos are not always easy. For 3,311 years our ancestors performed the mitzva of 'dwelling' in a Sukka. In Alaska right now it's ten degrees below zero and 'the frozen chosen,' as Alaska's Rabbi Yosef Greenberg calls his congregation, are celebrating in the Sukka with warmth, joy and vigor. Forget the rain, and concentrate on the beautiful mitzva of Sukka, recalling our ancestors who lived in such flimsy dwellings for forty years." He waited a moment, and then added, "But, that's only if the Mitzva joy drowns out the raindrops. If the rain really bothers you, it is Halcahically permissible to leave the Sukka. Feel free to go inside." I was contemplating his words when another big, fat drop defiantly posited itself on the very tip of my nose, daring me to go in the house with the faint of heart. Seated next to me was the Rabbi's youngest son Sholom, oblivious to the rain, playing with his soggy challa and kugel. If a 5 year old could take it, couldn't I? So I stayed. The rain beat a steady drum on the s'chach as we continued the festive meal. The Rabbi and I shared a "l'chaim," ate some more water logged kugel, sang more than a few songs and thoroughly enjoyed the evening together. The rain never stopped, and I was drenched to the bone. But once I stopped thinking about the rain and focused on the Mitzva joy, the discom-fort gave way to delight. I thanked G-d for my Torah lessons in a hundred different ways. Sometimes we learn by a formal Talmud study class, sometimes by casually shmoozing at a 'farbrengen,' and sometimes by eating soggy kugel in a leaky Sukka. I also learned that soggy kugel is still better than no kugel at all. Real Life Values by Sue Fislikoff traveled throughout the U.S. vis- women who preceded me. It's the iting with Chabad's outreach emissaries. I spent weekends sleeping in their homes, sharing their food, playing with their chil-dren. I am very impressed by their devotion to family, their work ethic, optimism and openness to the world. Lubavitchers aren't insular as other Hasidim. They adhere to strict Jewish observance, but fully live in this world and can converse with anyone about anything. They know who they are, but they don't reject me for what I am. Their combination of high personal stan-dards and a non-judgmental attitude to others is com-pelling. Without exception, they opened their lives to me with incredible generosity, activating within me what they would call my Jewish soul. After many meals in Lubavitch homes, I'm more aware of the food I eat. I don't keep kosher-yet, as a Chabadnik would insist- but what used to be mere habit is now a con-scious choice each time I eat. One rabbi gave me a pushke charity can, I remember seeing my grandmother put pennies and nick-els into a blue and white JNF pushke on her kitchen counter, but I never had one myself. Now, I too, give tzedaka daily. Dropping in my coins connects me in a very real, physical way to the generations of Jewish first time I felt the link between the Mitzvah act and its spiritual benefit. I've been touched by how Chabad incorporates into their daily life the Jewish values to which most give only lip service. I'll never forget the day Minnesota shliach Rabbi Moshe Feller, in his sixties, dropped me off at the airport. Waiting for my flight to California, I perused the deli cart for something to take on the plane. They only had ham. Whereas I once wouldn't think twice, I now hesitated to eat trayf so soon after a weekend with Chabad. Sounds silly, but I just couldn't do it. Walking to my flight, 1 saw Rabbi Feller run-ning towards me with a small brown paper bag. "I got home, and my wife couldn't believe I let you go without lunch," he apol-ogized. "Please, you shouldn't go hungry." Inside the bag were neatly wrapped slices of kosher cheese, bread, a cookie and a bottle of juice. I almost cried. Rabbi Feller tried to prevent me from violating kosher rules; but his major impetus was simple Jewish inspired hospitality. From the introduction to "The Rebbe's Army," Published by Shocken Books m Camp Gan Israel Concludes Successful Summer k X Desert Torah Academy Begins Exciting New School Year Rabbi Moshe Feller, Director of Chabad of Minnesota, Inspires Participants at Gimmel Tammuz Farbrengen Hi f f et's go out to dinner tonight," my husband J _ j suggested yesterday, Tuesday, August 19, 2003. "Great," I said, after being stuck in the house all day working on my book. I wanted to go someplace new, so I went to a website listing Jerusalem's kosher restaurants and found a little French place in the center of town I'd never been to before. I called to find out if they had a secu-rity guard, and, while on the phone, I asked if I needed a reservation. I did. "We've only got one table available, out on the patio," he told me. "Otherwise, we are booked for the whole evening." I thought, wow, after all the restau-rants in town center have been going out of business after two years of intifadah, this place must be some-thing special. Even before we parked our car, I noticed how downtown Jerusalem was packed with people. Families out for a stroll. Vacationers on tours. People going to the downtown food festivals. The open-air flea markets reopened, full of buyers. I couldn't believe my eyes. Just a year ago, Jerusalem was a ghost town. A feeling of rebirth, people throwing off their fears, beginning to live again. We sat down to eat at eight. The food was great. The service wonderful. Lovely antipasti, a meat dish with pears served on a little table out in a vine-covered courtyard. It was so quiet. I thought how fortunate it was that this little place had weathered the lonely days when no one came to Jerusalem. We finished at nine and decided to join the milling crowds enjoying the summer evening. As we walked down Rechov Rivlin and reached Jaffa Road, didn't suspect any-thing as I saw boys running down the street. Youngsters letting off steam, I thought. Then I saw the police cars, and overheard some-one say: "Pigua!" Terrorist attack. Sirens. Crowds gathered on cor-ners, listening to car radios. Someone said "Shmuel HaNavi Street" in the heart of Jerusalem's ultra Orthodox neighborhood. The lively street scene turned surre-alistic. People were still sitting in out-door cafes, smiling and laughing, while children lay burnt and dying a block away. If you didn't pay attention, you could keep on telling yourself that this was a lovely summer evening in Jerusalem. We headed back to the car, and put on the radio. A double bus, standing room only, packed with families returning from the Western Wall, blown to bits. It had just happened. We headed home to see the news. As I opened the door, I called out my son's name. But he didn't answer. He hadn't said he was going out. I walked up the steps. His room was empty. My stomach lurched. My G-d, where was my son! B u t soon I heard his voice from another part of the house. And I thought of all the families going through the same thing with different results. I watched the news, the bloodied faces of crying children. The grand-mother led from the carnage. Bodies in the streets. A tiny little girl on her back as medics worked over her.... I thought of the people still sitting in cafes and restaurants in Israel and all over the world, still pretending that we are at peace, in a peace process, or that the people in power among Palestinians want to reach a peaceful compromise. I thought of all the months our gov-ernment gave in to American pressure to abandon its war on terror, to release prisoners, hand over security control in the West Bank and Gaza, allow ter-rorist organizations to bring in more and better weapons, train more bombers in a process of self-delusion that looked at every concession as a step towards a positive goal. All that led inevitably to that tiny girl lying bloodied in the street fight-ing for her life. I thought of myself, as a citizen in a democracy, and how tired I was of fighting her enemies and her own gov- I ernment, and most of her own press, and the country of her birth, the greatest democracy and lover of freedom, the United States. They have been totally wrong every step of the way in facing a threat to mankind that can only be solved by force of arms with useless words, and self-destructive appeasement. I thought, I'm to blame for that lit-tle girl. I shouldn't have been going out to dinner. I should have been standing with picket signs outside the home of my Prime Minister, my government, the American Embassy, telling them that Jewish lives are not a bargaining chip. And that that little girl's life, her blood, is on all our heads. I should have been screaming: anyone who doesn't fight terror 100% of the time, is a collaborator of terror. That same day, I watched television footage of the terrorist bomb that blew up the head of the UN delegation in Baghdad. I heard UN spokesmen say, finally, after two years of blowing up Bar Mitzvahs, discos and Seder nights: "Terrorists know no boundaries." We must learn from our enemies, if we wish get rid of terror. Our opposi-tion to terrorism, to leaders of the free world that accommodate it, to an indifferent public that has learned to tolerate the deaths of others, should know no boundaries. We cannot get tired, take time off. We must be as relentless and uncom-promising, single-minded, unmerciful and determined as are the Hamas and Jihad. We need to fight for our lives now, so that our children will not have to fight for theirs in the middle of the street beneath the ministering medics as their blood washes the road. CHABAD HEBREW CENTER BEIVRIT NUSACH YISRAELI-YERUSHALMI Rosh Hashanah Friday, September 26th, 6:15 pm Saturday, September 27th, 9:00 am and 6:00 pm Sunday, September 28th, 9:00 am Shofar at 1:00 pm Yom Kippur Sunday, October 5, Kol Nidre 6:00 pm Monday, October 6, 9:00 am Yizkor 12:30 pm Minchah and N'eilah 5:30 pm Shofar at 7:15pm 03/10/28-26 rown 6:15 nyua n n or 6:00 NRUN .1:00 NOW .9:oo NYUN NNRNY ,N DV .6:00 NYWI MYM . n pm 9:oo RAI? 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