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There was an added complication to our menorah logistics.  In our kitchen where we all lit there is no window to the street so the Rav told me we should light one menorah in the boys' bedroom facing the street.  That menorah had a large base and with no windowsill available we placed it upon a thin radiator in a way that the menora was dangling halfway in mid-air.  You can imagine that this was not pleasant.  Especially since my 4 year old son whose bed was directly beneath this menorah felt that since it was in his airspace he can do whatever he wants with it.  "Whatever he wants" did not entail standing a few feet away and not touching.

Despite the usual "Mishugas", that year I managed to stay calm through some trying moments.  For the first 7 nights I managed to survive with my promise still intact. Then came the big one "Zois Chanukah", the culmination of Chanukah.  The night the menorah gets filled to capacity, standing room only with all eight lights.  The lighting that's going to keep us warm for a whole year.  After carefully managing to "load up" my trapeze artist high flying menorah without spilling too much oil I went to call the gang so that we can start the show.  Just then I saw the landlord of the airspace, my four year old tzaddik tip toe up to the menorah to get a better look at my fully loaded beauty.  What happened next I don't need to tell you.  You probably guessed already.  Not only did it fall and shatter the little glasses and spill oil all over the place but the menorah actually snapped at the stem leaving me menoraless on the last night 15 minutes before candle lighting.  Seeing this sight and my little tzaddik standing beside it made the blood rush to my head so quick I nearly exploded.  Then catching hold of myself I realized that I needed to somehow get hold of a new Menorah pronto.  But where?  I quickly ran out of the house killing two birds with one stone (and no children since I was gone from the premises). 

The best I could do was find one of those flimsy throwaway menoras in a local shteeble.  So much for my big night.  I was going to the big dance with a disposable.  When I got home I calmly walked into the house and didn't utter a word of complaint.  I somehow managed to convince myself the impossible.  That if I can keep my big mouth closed and just smile, Hashem will enjoy my candles more than a nice menorah.  Funny how emotions get the better of you.  Although now that idea seems obvious back then it was a tough sell. 

Anyway when I got the window I realized that it was impossible to put the menorah on the ledge because of the way it was built.  My wife suggested that I put it on the outside of the window where there was a sizable ledge.  Considering that the wind was howling I didn't think that was feasible since I didn't have one of those glass enclosures.  I didn't even think I'd even be able to light it in those conditions.  Since it was too late to start calling a Rav and asking a Shaila I figured I'll just try it.

The family gathered around and with no hard feelings towards my son, with great skepticism and even a little concern that I was making a bracha l'vatala, I lit my shamash and attempted to light the menorah.  Surprisingly it lit rather easily.  Now came the next challenge.  How long would it last?   The first half hour seemed to take forever.  With the wind blowing incessantly the little flames seemed doomed.  Boruch Hashem we made it and were home free.  After that I left the room to eat supper.  After supper I went back fully expecting not to see anything still burning.  Lo and behold all eight lights were burning away.  I can tell you without exaggeration that these lights took a beating as they were mercilessly pounded by the wind for hours on end, yet they danced and sung all night long.  When the last flame finally burned out close to midnight there was not a lick of oil left in the glasses.  It was the first time in my life that not one flame died out prematurely.

I am like you.  The miracles and great stories always seem to happen to someone else.  But by the next morning when the events of the past night finally sunk in I had this amazing feeling as I realized that I too had witnessed my own private miracle.  Although it was a disposable menorah I carefully removed it from the windowsill and put it straight on my desk as a remembrance of that special, special night.  I always loved to look at the perfectly clean empty glasses and smile.  Although I am back to screaming and hollering at the kids it gives me the satisfaction of knowing that once I passed a really big test and it gives me hope that one day I can finally rid myself of anger for once and for all.

In fact over the past year I passed another big test.  We moved houses and as my kids were helping me pack up my home office one of them took my precious disposable menorah/trophy and wasn't too careful.  When I heard the shattering of glass and turned around to see a frightened young girl (who knew about our miraculous menorah although not the background to it) I didn't even flinch.  I just looked up and smiled and said "thanks Hashem I guess I got all the chizuk I needed from your thoughtful gift.  It must be time to move on."

This Is a  true story submitted by dear friend and avid Revach reader.

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Thu, 25 Dec 2008 03:00:00 -0800
How I Finally Noticed My Tefillin http://revach.net/article.php?id=3043 http://revach.net/article.php?id=3043

Sometime life's small incidences force us and inspire us to take notice of things that we overlook everyday and elevate these them to the stature they truly deserve.  Here is an inspiring letter from a friend, published with permission.

Nice to receive your warm message... Incident followed incident, but the main one was this which put more power into my beliefs,especially to my "Tefillin".  On the plane, I put my hand luggage in the overhead compartment. Upon arriving in London ...It was not there"...It contained my "Tefillin"...I was forced to borrow a set from the Shul that I formerly belonged to.  I remembered that in the Sefer "Aneini" there was a prayer which guaranteed the return of lost articles written by Rabbi Meir Baal Haness together with contributing to his collection fund for Tzedaka.  I gave a certain amount of money to a close Rabbi that I know who had one of the "Charity Boxes".  I set back with a certain amount of confidence that things would turn out alright.

I rang El-Al continuously for about 11 days to know if they had  any information on the matter.  Finally I was given the good news that somehow it had worked itself back to Tel Aviv.  I duly received it 2 days before returning to  Yerushalayim.  The "Tefillin " were handed down from my grandfather at the beginning of the last century, and were probably passed down the line from his grandfather. On a periodic checking by a Sofer, I was told no modern day Sofer can  do such intricate work as was on the script. 

Before the loss, I didn't take so much notice of my tefilin as I put them on, but now I regard it as a "Great Kavod" to put them on they are now regarded by me as "T.H.E. T.E.F.I.L.L.I.N" and I therefore must thank" Hashem" for enlightening Rabbi Baal Haness with his Tefilla

Thank you...  It is very nice to pray with them once more in Our Holy Land
....R

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Thu, 27 Nov 2008 03:00:00 -0800
A Broken Fridge Brings Rosh HaShana Inspiration http://revach.net/article.php?id=2825 http://revach.net/article.php?id=2825 I came home from the break in shul after Shacharis on the first day of Rosh HaShana to find out that our 25 month old very large and expensive fridge was making sizzling noises and give off a terrible burnt smell.  I was worried that aside from the damage to the fridge, this could be dangerous and cause a fireChas V'Shalom.  I ran to the Rav, who turned out was not home for Rosh HaShana to ask him what to do. I then went to another Rav a little further away.  The Ra told me to call the Shabbos Goy to pull out the plug.  He told me that there was a Shabbos Goy downstairs that I should speak to.

After telling the Shabbos Goy my story he took care of a few things and then asked me where I live.  I told him our address and we started to walk together.  While walking, I saw him head in a direction that I was not planning to go because I had a faster route.  Because it was only a little longer, I decided it would be easier to just follow him rather than argue the merits of my route versus his.  As we got closer to the house he asked me what number building I am in.  After telling him, he turned to me and said "you know it would have been faster to go the other way."  I then said to him, "We spend half our lives arguing about which direction we should go in, so I decided that I will just follow quietly."

He smiled and then these words started echoing in my head, louder and louder.  I thought of an article I read from Revach that gave me the chills all over my body.  In the article it said that Rav Shlomo Zalman Auerbach said that the best way to be assured of a good year is to accept whatever plan Hashem has in store for you without arguing.  My own words shook me to the core, "We spend half our lives arguing about which direction we should go in, so I decided that I will just follow quietly."  We think we know the best direction our lives should take.  Hashem often has a different route that he takes us.  We should not argue and follow quietly!  There it was, I said it with my own mouth!

PS My wife was a big winner thanks to Revach.  As it turned out, although I asked her to pay for the extended warranty that the manufacturer had offered us two months ago, without mentioning it to me, she decided not to pay because money was tight. You could imagine her horror at having to break this to me.  Thanks to your inspiring article, we made it through three more meals (with 13 people at each meal) with perfect Shalom Bayis.

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Thu, 02 Oct 2008 03:00:00 -0700
Thank You! http://revach.net/article.php?id=2086 http://revach.net/article.php?id=2086

This message was received from a Aharon Lev ben Chaya Neche whose name was submitted to our Tehilim list.

“THANK YOU EVERYONE!!! Baruch Hashem -- the operation got it all. I am, with G-d's help, fine. Please keep up the good work, and I will do the same. Gut Shabbos!”

Yehi Ratzon SheTiskablu Kol Tefilosecha B’Ahava!

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Thu, 03 Apr 2008 03:00:00 -0700
Welcome To Brooklyn http://revach.net/article.php?id=1664 http://revach.net/article.php?id=1664

A reader's personal story about Rav Shmuel Berenbaum ZT"L - As a new ba'al t'shuva and new to Brooklyn in late 1999, I was fortunate to be led to the Rosh Yeshiva's study and I received a bracha. Two days later our son was scheduled for his upsherin and the Rav who was to help us had to attend to another urgent matter. Our friends said get in the car and follow us. On a rainy October day in rush hour Flatbush we ended up at the Mir again. The Rosh Kollel went upstairs, came down again, and quickly ushered us upstairs. This time my son got a bracha from Rav Shmuel and had a snip of hair taken. My son's name is also Shmuel and I consider that week's events to be a true highlight of our lives that I will never forget. May his neshama have an aliyah! (RM)

 

 

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Thu, 10 Jan 2008 03:00:00 -0800