Happy Purim

Shabbat Zachor
Feb. 22, 2013


A quick fix of inspiration from,The Lubavitcher Rebbe,

Rabbi Menachem M. Schneerson.
Despair on purpose.
Despair is a cheap excuse for avoiding one's purpose in life.
And a sense of purpose is the best way to avoid despair.

Moshiach Matters
In the days prior to Moshiach, who will soon redeem the world, including the blemished quality of daat (knowledge), as the verse of Isaiah (11:9),
"The world will be filled with the knowledge of the L-rd, as the waters cover the sea," will be fulfilled, the Jew has his own opportunity to make amends for the initial misdeed of the first man.
This correction can best be carried out when all Jews fully observe the commandment of Purim [to "drink" until one does not "know" the difference between "blessed is Mordechai and cursed is Haman:]
to celebrate this joyous and important holiday by drinking in a proper and holy manner.
(The Aryeh Kaplan Reader)


And that the breastplate not be loosened from the Efod (Ex. 28:28)

The breastplate was worn on the chest of the High Priest over his heart. The numerical equivalent of "Efod" is 85, the same as the word "peh," meaning mouth.

In commanding that the breastplate, symbolic of the heart, not be loosened from the efod, symbolizing the mouth, the Torah is giving us a hint that a person's heart and mouth should always be in sync with each other.

(Degel Machane Efraim)


"Serve G-d in Joy, come
before Him
in song"
'm not sure how to make this out but here is the Maccabeats on purim
click here.

Three boys are in the schoolyard bragging of how great their fathers are.
The first one says: "Well, my father runs the fastest. He can fire an arrow, and start to run, I tell you, he gets there before the arrow".
The second one says: "Ha! You think that's fast! My father is a hunter. He can shoot his gun and be there before the bullet".
The third one listens to the other two and shakes his head. He then says: "You two know nothing about fast. My father is a civil servant. He stops working at 4:30 and he is home by 3:45"!

Sadie Cohen lived in a diverse neighborhood on Long Island. Her neighbor was a very generous black woman who stopped in one Saturday and asked, "Mrs. Cohen, I have to go into the City this afternoon to meet my daughter; can I get you anything?

Mrs. Cohen thanked her and exclaimed, "Listen, I have a monthly commuter pass for the train, and I don't use it on Saturdays. Why don't you use my ticket and bring it back tonight. After all, it's all paid for; why should you pay extra."

The neighbor thanked her, and later that day, got on the train. As the conductor came through the train, he happened to glance at the ticket and noticed the name "Sadie Cohen"."Excuse me madam, are you Sadie Cohen, the person whose name appears on this ticket?"

The woman smiled sweetly at him and shook her head affirmatively. A little suspicious, the conductor stared at her for a few seconds and then asked, "Would you let me compare signatures -- would you please sign your name?
The black woman turned toward him indignantly and snapped, "Man, is you crazy? You wants me to write on Shabbos?

Sam Silverman walks into his boss's office.
"Sir, I'll be straight with you, I know the economy isn't great, but I have over three companies very interested in me - they're constantly calling, and I would like to respectfully ask for a raise." After a few minutes of haggling the boss finally agrees to a 5% raise, and Sam happily gets up to leave. "

By the way," asks the boss as Sam is getting up, "which three companies keep calling you?"

"If you must know," says Sam, "It's the electric company, water company, and phone company."

Candle Lighting time in
North Palm Beach Florida
Feb. 22, 2013
5:59 p.m.
Shabbat is over
6:53 p.m.



this monday!
Mondays 12:00 p.m. come and you will expand and deepen your appreciation for life. $5.00.
Fill ur mind and ur stomach
its a no Brainer.

Services. Friday night 6:30 p.m.
Shabbat 10:00 a.m. followed by kiddush
Warmest wishes for a Shabbat Shalom.
"Kosher Caffeine"
by -- Rabbi Shlomo Ezagui

Why the Mind????

One of the great principles taught by the Baal Shem Tov was that everything in this world is by Divine providence. Nothing happens just because, and everything down to the smallest detail in the universe is designed and intended by G-d

Therefore it follows, taught the Baal Shem Tov everything a person sees or hears, is a message from G-d to this individual through this experience.

I was walking to Synagogue this past Saturday and I happened to walk by this beautifully constructed spider web, attached between two branches, glistening in the morning sun. Right there in the middle of the web was the cutest spider ever. I guess he/she was waiting for either breakfast or lunch.

It got me thinking about the way G-d designed this magnificent creature. It has been preprogrammed to act in a certain way in order to attract its sustenance, no different than any other animal who is born with, their method of bringing in the food. A little effort on their end and, voila the food, just enough for the next meal and maybe the meal after that.

G-d designed the entire universe in a way that all is provided for. It's built in. The sun shines and offers its energy all on its own. The water rises and becomes rain all on its own, preprogrammed. Even when it comes to man the Talmud says, before the baby is born an angel comes before G-d and asks," this baby will it be wise or not so wise, rich or poor...however whether it will be good or not, is not determined." In another place the Talmud says, "Everything is in the hands of heaven except for the fear of heaven."

The truth of the matter is that whatever we're meant to have will come one way or the other. Why then did G-d give us a mind? That seems to be the whole problem. If we were not able to think so much, like we humans are able to think, we would go about like the spider creating whatever it takes to get lunch and there wouldn't be that much jealousy, worry, stress, anxiety, depression, and the whole works!

We decide, to work harder than we should, at the expense of our relationships, children, communities, religion, hoping to make it big. Real big. In the interim all those other parts to our lives are robbed of their allotted time and attention and in the end we can't make more than what G-d pre-determined.

We get stressed out, worrying we haven't saved enough for our children's college fund and retirement when the Talmud says, " whoever has enough food for today and is worried about tomorrow, he is from the small believers."

Like everything else G-d created out of His Kindness, for the good, He granted us the ability to independently think. We are uniquely endowed with the ability to know that we exist, so we could have the possibility to choose between good and bad, and earn eternal reward for ourselves.

This gift is meant for our own good. However for it to be the gift that it is meant to be, we can waste the intended purpose and use the ability to think to our own detriment.

We work, not because otherwise how would G-d give us money. The Bible says we are obligated to work so we can transform the work place to a G-dly atmosphere and environment, by being honest and a good example to others. A person never makes money. He goes to work in order to receive what G-d wants him to receive.

When a person understands this principle, that our only role is to always make the right choice between good and bad as described in G-ds book, and leaves the rest up to G-d, life becomes like the little cute spider, stress-free and worry-free, filled with satisfaction and happiness every time we used our G-d given gift to choose, for the good.
You have greater influence than you think.

Living with the Rebbe.

Erev Purim, 5737 [1977]

Blessing and Greeting:

I received your letter of Feb. 22, and may G-d grant the fulfillment of your heart's desires for good, and you should have good news to report in all the matters about which you wrote, especially that you and your husband are bringing up your children to a life of Torah, Chuppah [marriage] and Good Deeds and having true Yiddish Nachas [joy] from each and all of them in good health and pleasant circumstances.

The Zechus [merit] of your observance of our sacred traditions - which I was gratified to note in your letter - will surely stand you and yours in good stead in all above, including your continued advancement in all matters of Torah and Mitzvos [commandments]. For, although this is a "must" for its own sake, in compliance with G-d's Will, this is also the "channel and vessel" to receive additional Divine blessings in all needs, materially and spiritually.

The above is a particularly timely message now that we are about to celebrate Purim, the highlight of which is the reading of the Megillah [Scroll of Esther], evening and morning. It is noteworthy and significant that although - as the Megillah tells us - both Mordechai and Esther were instrumental in bringing about the Miracle of Purim and saving our people, the Megillah is not named after both of them jointly, nor after Esther and Mordechai in this order, but solely after Esther - "Megillas Esther."

Here is a pointedly emphatic message for every Jewish woman about her unique role in Jewish life. To be sure, no one can compare to the stature of Queen Esther, but it does emphasize the extraordinary potential of every loyal Jewish daughter to shape the future of her family, with far-reaching consequences for the environment and even for the entire Jewish people.

If this seems farfetched and mystical, the following episode will illustrate what even a comparatively small effort can accomplish.

You may have heard that many of our senior Lubavitch students volunteer their summer vacation to travel to distant places in order to reach out to fellow Jews in need of encouragement to strengthen their identity with, and commitment to, our people and the Torah way.

In the course of this program it so happened that one of the students visited a small, Jewishly isolated town where he found only a few Jewish families, and, as he later reported, he was disappointed to have accomplished nothing there. But several months later, our Merkos L'Inyonei Chinuch, which sponsors this program received a letter from one the families in that town.

The writer, a woman, related that one summer day she happened to stand by her front window when she saw a bearded young man, wearing a dark hat, his Tzitzis [ritual fringes] showing, approaching her door. She confessed that when she admitted the young man and learned of the purpose of his visit, she was not responsive, for she and her family were not prepared at that moment to change their lifestyle. Yet for a long time after that encounter, the appearance of the young man haunted her. He reminded her of her grandfather and had refreshed her memories of the beautiful Jewish life she had seen in her grandparents' home, though the material circumstances were incomparably more modest than she had come to know in her married life.

Finally - the letter went on - she decided to make the change. She made her home kosher, and the family began to observe Shabbos and Yom Tov [holidays], and she is raising the children in the Torah way. Since then her home was filled with such contentment and serenity that she decided to write to the Merkos L'Inyonei Chinuch and express her profound gratitude.

Now, if all that was the result of a brief encounter with that young man, though unknown to him of his lasting impact, how much more can be achieved by an American Jewish family, whose influence is not limited to a few minutes' conversation, but serves as a shining example of the kind of daily life and conduct that should be the privilege and blessing of every Jewish family.

Needless to say, if in maintaining the proper Jewish standards there may be some difficulties to overcome (many of which may even be more imaginary than real), surely such difficulties should be of no significance in comparison to the infinite benefits. Moreover, the effort required is a personal one, while the benefit is also for the many.

With prayerful wishes for a joyous and inspiring Purim and

With blessing,

working behind the scenes for....fish
It Once happened.

There was once a city in Tunisia with a large Jewish population. One year, a few months before Purim, the price of fish suddenly skyrocketed. The problem wasn't a scarcity of fish; the rivers swarmed with them. Rather, the trouble was that the government-appointed head of the fishing industry had arbitrarily decided to hike the prices.

His reasoning was simple: Knowing how important it was for Jews to eat fish on the Sabbath and holidays, he figured that they would pay any price for the commodity. And indeed he was right. Most of the Jews sighed as they dug a little deeper into their pockets. But for the poor, it was a delicacy that was completely beyond reach.

When the month of Adar (whose celestial sign is fish) arrived, the poor Jews went to their Rabbi to complain. It wasn't fair that they would be unable to buy fish for Purim. The elderly Rabbi was a venerated Kabbalist, who was also the mohel of the community.

The poor Jews' grievance touched the old man's heart, and he promised to help them. That night, the candle in the Rabbi's study shone till dawn. He was very busy consulting his holy books.

Early the next morning the Rabbi summoned his attendant. Handing him a small slip of folded parchment he said, "I have an important mission for you, but it must be kept secret. Go to the river now, before any of the fishermen arrive. When you are sure that no one is watching, throw this parchment into the water." The attendant did as he was told.

That day began as usual on the waterfront as the fishermen cast their rods and spread their nets. But as morning turned into afternoon their faces fell. Not one fisherman had had even a nibble. Their nets were completely empty.

At first the fishermen assumed that for some reason, the fish were avoiding the coastline. But when the fishing boats returned from the deeper waters and reported that they too had had no luck, they realized that something was amiss. "Oh well," they consoled each other, "it was just a bad day for fishing."

But the next day the same thing happened, and the day after that. It was very strange how all the fish seemed to have simply disappeared.

Of all the people in the city the governor, who loved to eat fish, was particularly affected by the shortage. In the very beginning he instructed his servants to prepare dishes of smoked and dried fish, but eventually his supply was depleted. "Why are there no fresh fish?!" he demanded one day. "There simply aren't any," the servants explained. The governor decided to go down to the river to see for himself.

At the governor's command the fishing boats set sail, and nets were spread up and down the length of the river. But no one caught even one specimen. The whole day's efforts were wasted.

At that point the governor gathered all the fishermen together and asked them for an explanation. "Esteemed governor," a short little fisherman piped up, "I'm not certain that the two are related, but on the same morning the fish disappeared, I noticed a Jew throwing something into the water. He was very careful to make sure that no one was looking. From that day on we haven't seen even one fish."

The finger of suspicion was clearly pointed at the Jews. The governor announced that if the fish didn't return within one week, a heavy tax would be imposed on the Jewish community.

The Jews were distraught at the libelous accusation, and their leaders declared a day of fasting and prayer. The entire community assembled in the synagogue and implored G-d to have mercy on their innocent souls.

Suddenly, the elderly Rabbi stood up to speak. "My brothers," he said, "the governor is right. We are the reason that there are no fish. But an evil decree has not befallen us; on the contrary, it is G-d Who is fighting our battle. When the price of fish was unfairly raised beyond the ability of the poor, I prayed to G-d to make the fish disappear."

The people were shocked. No one could believe that such a thing had happened. But the elderly Rabbi encouraged them to keep on praying. "Don't worry," he reassured them. "I will go now to meet with the governor."

The Rabbi went to the royal residence and was granted an audience. He explained to the governor why the fish had vanished. "If our esteemed governor will promise that the price of fish will go down, I will make sure that they return to our waters."

The governor was astounded by the story, and amazed at the power of the holy Rabbi. On the spot he promised to appoint someone else as head of the fishing industry. The Rabbi smiled, and invited the governor to go with him to the riverbank. At the Rabbi's command the fishermen spread their nets. They were quickly filled with fish of all varieties, shapes and colors.

That Purim, "there was light and joy to the Jews, and gladness and honor." And of course, lots of fish on their tables.

Warmest wishes for a Shabbat Shalom.
Rabbi Shlomo Ezagui