We are in the first days of 2017. Every year when that ball drops in Times Square I become contemplative about the past year. I begin to measure time, it has been this many years since this event, since that happened. My mind begins a roller coaster-like ride back in time. I remember good times and the challenging ones. I have been doing so even more as my wife and I plan our daughter's Bat Mitzvah which is quickly coming in March.
This week we read Parshat VaYigash. The brothers are confronting the second in command in Egypt, who they do not know is really their brother Yosef, whom they sold off many years prior. Yosef has accused them of being spies, and now the youngest brother Binyamin has been found with a golden goblet in his sack apparently stolen from the palace. Binyamin is about to spend his life enslaved to Egypt for the theft.
Yehudah stands up and directly speaks to Yosef. In an emotional speech he does not deny that the goblet was indeed in Binyamin’s sack, but they have done everything asked of them, despite hardships. Yehudah offers himself as a slave in place of Binyamin so that his youngest brother can return to his father as Yehudah had promised. Yosef is so overcome by the emotion of Yehudah’s plea that he breaks down and reveals his true identity to his brothers. “I am Yosef, your brother, whom you sold to Egypt.”
The brothers are in a state of shock. In fact Rashi says that they began to back away. Not wanting them to feel shame, Yosef continues to speak with them and what he says displays how has changed over the many years. “And now do not be distressed or angry with yourselves for having sold me here, for it was to be a supporter of life that HaShem sent me here before you . . . it was not you that sent me here, but HaShem.”
Yosef acknowledges the reality of his brothers having sold him, however he tells them that they were merely a conduit for Yosef to get to Egypt. It was part of a greater plan of which we were told in Parshat Lech Lecha. There, HaShem says to Avraham, “. . . and you shall know that your offspring shall be strangers in a land not theirs, they will serve them and they will be oppressed for 400 years.”
Yosef now realizes there was a purpose to his living in Egypt for so many years. Being sold was the precursory incident which led to the Israelites coming to Egypt and serving Pharaoh. What he does not yet know that the prophecy stated in Lech Lecha would soon come to fruition as the Israelites become slaves and then are eventually redeemed.
Life is a book whose chapters are revealed to us as the days, weeks and years go by. Often it is only over time do we realize that events that took place during those early confusing chapters actually do make sense. While we don’t know the end of the story, Yosef teaches us that there is a Divine author and ultimately there is a plot.
May we have the faith that the story will be a classic.
Rabbi Yaakov Traiger
As strange as this may sound, I have a favorite candle on the menorah. It is the shamash. It stands straight and tall in a majestic kind of way. It is my favorite because this is the candle that serves the others. The Talmud teaches that there needs to be another candle with the Hanukkah candles to provide the light by which to see. The Shamash is that extra candle. It is that candle that provides the light for the other candles. It is the candle that spreads its light so that the others may shine.
My great-grandfather, Tzvi Aryeh Tregor (the 1910 census taker changed our name to Traiger) arrived on these shores in September of 1908 with his eldest daughter Alka. The rest of the family, including my grandfather, remained in their villiage of Anchakrok which was outside Kishinev in the Bessarabia area of Tzarist Russia. They had $10 with them and they settled in Boston. In two years time my great-grandmother and the other children joined them. The Ellis Island documents list my great-grandfather as some type of laborer however, in Boston he became a tailor and opened his own tailor shop so that he would have to give up Shabbos.
I never met my great-grandfather as he passed in 1935 at the age of 70. His life symbolizes what Hanukkah is all about. Though he took the name Harry Traiger, he refused to give up the fundamental pieces of his life. He remained an observant Jew. I have letters from cousins saying that he would learn Chumash as a sewed. He was the gabbai of his shul in Boston. His English name notwithstanding, he did not give up his Judaism. For me, he is a shamash, his light has set a path for me and for my children.
Antiochus wanted to eradicate Judaism. His decrees were designed to ensure that the Jewish people would disappear by their assimilation into Greek culture. When the Jews re-ignited the light in the Temple they sent a resounding “NO!” to Antiochus and all those like him who would follow who tried to squelch Jewish tradition. That light, which lasted eight days, is the light of Jewish tradition that cannot be extinguished. That light shined a path for my great-grandfather to remain true to his Jewish roots; that continues to light a path for me, my wife and my children.
This is the light that I give to my students in my Talmud classes.
Hanukkah is the festival of lights. That light is the light of Torah, a light which shines so bright here at GBDS.
May GBDS continue to be shamash for the Jewish community.
Wishing you all a bright Hanukkah Samayach and a wonderful vacation. See you in 2017.
Rabbi Yaakov Traiger
Several weeks ago as I was teaching my 7th grade Talmud class, one of the boys suddenly needed a drink. I asked him to sit down, allow me to finish a point then he could go to the water fountain. The student persisted that he was thirsty. I said he could go and commented that I too was thirsty. That day I had the 7th grade for a double period and half way through I gave a short break so the kids could use the restroom if needed. As the students were filing back into the classroom, one boy handed me a small plastic up of water. I must have had an inquisitive look my face, for he said, “You said you were thirsty.”
This week we read Parshat VaYishlach and the encounter between Yaakov and Esau after a many year separation. Yaakov has heard that Esau is coming with 400 men and is understandably anxious, so he splits his camp into two. The night prior to the reunion with his brother, Yaakov, having crossed over the fords of Yabbock with his family, finds himself alone and suddenly in a struggle with a stranger. At the end of their wrestling match, the stranger hits Yaakov in the hip, leaving Yaakov with a permanent limp.
The commentaries discuss the identity of this stranger. Some say it was the guardian angel of Esau. Others say the struggle was one of good versus evil. I have a different question. Why was Yaakov alone and not with this family? The Talmud relates that Yaakov went back to retrieve some small earthenware cups that had been left behind. The Talmud explains that righteous people are careful with their possessions, making sure not to lose anything or waste anything. However, I would like to give a different idea.
These small earthenware jugs were just that, small earthenware jugs that on their own were probably insignificant. Yaakov’s going back to get them teaches us an important lesson. Often the small, seemingly insignificant acts make the biggest impact. The 7th grade boy who brought me the water because I happened to comment 30 minutes earlier I was thirsty was a small act that made a big impression on me. He went out of his way to do a nice thing for me. Needless to say, it made my day. That small cup of water told me that I mattered. I don’t remember anything else from that day, but I will always remember that cup of water.
We don’t need to find cures for diseases or solve the problems of poverty to change the world. Small acts of kindness will do just that. If we all try a little harder to do a little something that will brighten another’s day, the cumulative effect of all those acts will change the world.
Rabbi Yaakov Traiger
To this day, almost 29 years later, I still remember the dream clearly. It was January of 1988 and I was about to enter my final semester at the University of Massachusetts, with the intent of studying in Israel the next year. I was serving as a Resident Assistant in the dormitory and we were back for a week of in-service before the students returned for the spring semester. It was Friday night and I was alone in my dorm room and I dozed off. I had a dream. I was seated in front of a table. The only thing I could see was an old book on a table in front of me. I opened the book and began to turn the pages. It was a Hebrew book, but I was opening it from the back. I turned a few pages and suddenly there were no more intact pages. It was as if someone had cut out the middle of the remaining pages leaving only the edges, which were still in the binding. The rest of each page was crumbled up and left in the book. I put my hand into midst of the crumbled pieces and let them sift through my fingers. I heard my great-grandfather’s Jewish name, I heard the word Talmud, and then I awoke.
In this week’s parsha, VaYeitzei, Yaakov has a dream. While he is on his way to Haran, fleeing his brother Esau who wants to kill him for stealing the blessing he thought was rightly his, Yaakov envisions a ladder with its top in the heavens. HaShem was at the top and there were angels going up and down on the ladder. HaShem tells Yaakov not to be afraid, that his progeny will spread in every direction. Yaakov wakes up in a start and realizes the intensity of the dream, “Surely HaShem is in this place, but I did not know . . . How awesome is this place, this is the gate of the heavens.”
Dreams are part of Jewish tradition. Many of the commentators say this was Yaakov receiving prophecy. The midrash says that the ladder represents Mount Sinai for the numerical equivalent (known as gematriya) of the Hebrew word for ladder, sulam, and that of Sinai are identical, 130. Just as HaShem stood at the top of Mount Sinai when the Torah was given, HaShem is at the top of the ladder. Angels in Jewish tradition are really messengers for HaShem who are assigned to fulfill certain tasks. Some of the commentaries point to Yaakov, and the Jewish people as a whole as agents, here on this world to complete a Divine task.
While I would never say that my dream back in 1988, was a prophetic message, as vivid as it was. I am simply not on the level of Yaakov. I did, however, write about the dream at the time (which was published in a newspaper in the area) and I did interpret the dream for myself in such a manner that it spawned a lifetime of study and teaching the beauty of Jewish tradition. Yaakov’s (the Biblical Yaakov – not me) dream was prophecy. The Jewish people are spread through this world, and despite all the trials and tribulations the Jewish people have endured throughout the ages, we are still here, vibrant, with a rich and beauty heritage.
Jewish tradition places a premium on dreams. In fact there is a practice to fast due to a nightmare. Dreams are part of the human condition. Whether our dreams are prophetic messages or not – I truly can’t say, but may we look at our dreams and allow the symbols to bring us to new heights.
Rabbi Yaakov Traiger
Yesterday was the 2nd Grade’s Chumash Ceremony. The children were all dressed up and the room was filled to capacity with smiles from parents, grandparents, teachers and the students themselves. The children performed their songs flawlessly (thank you Morah Etty and Morah Dassi). The room itself was decorated beautifully reflecting the Torah (thank you Mrs. Jaffe) I was given the privilege of presenting the students with their Chumash. Before doing so, I spoke about how wonderful it is to receive a Chumash. I held up one of the brand new Chumashim, opened it up and showed it to the children. Suddenly upon the face of one of the girls in the class there appeared the widest and brightest smile (even wider than was already there) that one could ever imagine; a “Wow!!” expression.
In the blessing recited directly before the Shema in the morning service we request from the Divine, “And enlighten our eyes in Your Torah.” If ever there was a fulfillment of this phrase, the expression of this little girl was it. In that instant, this precious child brought to life what it means to have Torah enlighten one’s eyes. Pirke Avot opens with “Moshe received the Torah from Sinai, and gave (transmitted it) to Joshua and from Joshua to the Elders and the Elders to the Prophets . . . “. That transmission of our holy Torah has continued down to us and yesterday continued yet once more to the 2nd grade students at GBDS.
That smile reminded me why this school is here. GBDS is here to continue that transmission of Torah, to enlighten the eyes of children with Torah. That little girl’s smile reminded me why I am here, why I have dedicated more than a quarter of a century to Jewish education.
To that little girl who gave the widest smile in the world when she saw her Chumash – thank you. To all of the 2nd grade who will take their chumashim and begin to learn Torah, and their families, - mazel tov!!
Rabbi Yaakov Traiger