{"id":1225,"date":"2017-05-29T21:52:44","date_gmt":"2017-05-29T21:52:44","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/theinformalproject.com\/?p=1225"},"modified":"2017-05-29T21:52:44","modified_gmt":"2017-05-29T21:52:44","slug":"rhythm-heart-chapter-122","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/aishkodesh.co.uk\/rhythm-heart-chapter-122\/","title":{"rendered":"The Rhythm of the Heart | Chapter 122"},"content":{"rendered":"

The Rhythm of the Heart<\/strong><\/h1>\n

Tehillim – Chapter 122<\/em><\/strong><\/h2>\n

By Harav Y. Reuven Rubin Shlita<\/em><\/strong><\/h3>\n

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Let me pose a riddle.\u00a0 What food was thought to be a cure for rheumatism, headaches, and back pain? Six million gallons of it is consumed each year in America, enough to go around the world twelve times. It has only two calories per spoonful and is vital for the continuous growth of that rare fish called the \u201cgefilta fish<\/em>.\u201d<\/p>\n

Still guessing? Well, the answer is the culinary marvel called horseradish.\u00a0 We call it chrain<\/em>.<\/p>\n

Now in England the average heimishe<\/em> grocery will be able to offer its customers one or perhaps two different brands of this stuff, and I always assumed that this should be enough for the average chrain<\/em> lover.<\/p>\n

We speak of being beshalom, at peace, but somehow it all too often eludes us.<\/em><\/strong><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

Last year I was in America, where everything is done on a bit bigger scale. There I went into a heimishe<\/em> shop, asked for chrain<\/em>, and was shown an entire refrigerated shelf filled with tens of brands. Sharp, super-sharp, your eyes will cross sharp, and even one that promised that I would cry while standing fifteen feet away upon opening the jar.<\/p>\n

Yes, in America chrain<\/em> is a big business, and so is the bitterness of life.<\/p>\n

Gutte Yidden<\/em> were wont to say, \u201cA verm in chrain meint az dus leben iz zees<\/em>,\u201d which loosely translates as, \u201cA worm living in horseradish thinks his life is sweet.\u201d What this vertel<\/em> says is that if one lives in a bitter circumstance, sooner or later he will become convinced that this bitterness is the norm and in fact is sweet. People live sunk in their anger and bitterness until it becomes so second nature that they feel it to be normal.<\/p>\n

Fascinatingly, every one of us has his own brand of bitterness, unique and tasted only by himself. If you could bottle each person\u2019s misery you would find that instead of just one refrigerator full, we would need enough to go around the world twelve hundred times.<\/p>\n

One of the most difficult things in life is realizing this and accepting that such is the case.\u00a0 We begin to see our own chrain<\/em> as being the only truly bitter one, and it seems that no one else\u2019s is as hard to swallow. This is because sometimes, in our bitterness, we become separated from those around us. We get so involved with ourselves that we don\u2019t even think that others may be in the same situation. \u201cYes,\u201d we think, \u201cI may be stacked on the shelf with others, but beware, my bottle of bitterness will blow your head off.\u201d All of this makes for disharmony in our lives. We become fractious and begin to push others aside.<\/p>\n

For the Torah Jew, this is a horrendous mistake. In fact, it could well be the factor that causes our truly bitter galus<\/em> to continue.<\/p>\n

We are told that we are created in Hashem\u2019s image. Why were we given this information? So that we can accept that having been so created we are meant to act G-dly in this material world. When we act in a spiritual way we actualize Hashem\u2019s purpose in creating us. Holiness needs to be acted upon with a sense of harmony and a balanced understanding about what this world should be. Bitterness shows that we don\u2019t truly absorb all this.\u00a0 We speak of being beshalom<\/em>, at peace, but somehow it all too often eludes us.<\/p>\n

True shalom<\/em> means harmony – harmony with one\u2019s neighbors, with Hashem, and most difficult of all, with oneself.<\/p>\n

When we were blessed to have access to the Beis Hamikdash<\/em>, Jews came together three times a year on yom tov<\/em>. The city of Jerusalem became home to the entirety of our nation. Chazal<\/em> tell us that just being in the holy city transformed the visitors. Usually when a city grows, each of its citizens becomes lost in the huge influx of people. In large centers the individual becomes forlorn and inconsequential. Not so in the holy city.\u00a0 Here everyone found room; not merely physically, but more importantly, spiritually as well. Every Yid felt that he was vital and needed, everyone felt that his individual needs were being attended to. It is hard to imagine this amazing phenomenon, where thousands came to visit yet each one felt unique.<\/p>\n

Upon our tragic loss of this wonderful experience we could very well have become confused in our own bitterness, never finding solace with others, never finding peace. But Hashem loves us, and He gave us a safe haven where every Jew can find his salvation.<\/p>\n

The Torah is that safety place, and it\u2019s there for us to grasp. This is where we can go with our bottle of chrain<\/em>. It is through learning Torah that each person can express his individual uniqueness and discover through its wisdom how to fend off life\u2019s hurts. No matter how many people are sitting in the beis medrash<\/em>, every Yid is always welcome, and always able to find his place.<\/p>\n

Shavuos is the spiritual wake-up call that reminds us of this. We learn the night through, each in his own way, and then we daven with the warmth of those hours of learning. We hear once again the manner in which we accepted the Torah as a nation, a nation that heard the Ten Commandments being given in the singular, for each individual listener. We do this and find joy within the peckela chrain<\/em> we schlep<\/em> with us.<\/p>\n

How sweet are the memories that waft up on this special day – the way we so wanted to feel inspired by that night of learning, the rush to daven even though we were tired and our eyes felt heavy. Those memories are born again daily, with each reading of the Torah, for each generation.<\/p>\n

Torah is the blessing of Jerusalem.\u00a0 It offers the ability to find harmony with others and with ourselves.\u00a0 Shavuos brings this home once more, in its sweet loving way.<\/p>\n

This kapitel<\/em> awakens us to the Jerusalem experience and speaks of its true meaning.<\/p>\n

Samachti be\u2019omrim li beis Hashem neilech\u2026,<\/em><\/strong> \u201cI rejoiced when they said to me, \u2018To the House of Hashem let us go.\u2019 \u201d <\/em><\/p>\n

Picture the scene to yourself.\u00a0 You\u2019re schlepping<\/em> along the roadway of life when all of a sudden a wagon of friends comes your way.\u00a0 \u201cCome on pal, we are going to the same destination as you, to the House of Hashem, the Torah!\u201d\u00a0 What joy! What a relief! I had almost forgotten what this road is meant to be for. It\u2019s about going with others – Klal Yisrael<\/em>, my friends – and finding Hashem.<\/p>\n

Yerushalayim habenuya ke\u2019ir shechubera la yachdav\u2026,<\/em><\/strong> \u201cJerusalem, which is built as a city that fosters togetherness<\/em>.\u201d<\/p>\n

Shavuos brings Torah and Jerusalem together in our minds. The holiness of that city was its ability to bring all of us together. This was possible despite each individual\u2019s chrain<\/em>; in fact, the very act alleviated the sharpness that one felt.<\/p>\n

Shaalu shelom Yerushalayim\u2026<\/em><\/strong> \u201cInquire after the peace of Jerusalem; may those who love you enjoy serenity.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

Peace – there\u2019s that word again.\u00a0 It means wholeness and harmony, and it\u2019s a name used to describe Hashem. Such peace can now be found in the Torah.<\/p>\n

Yehi shalom becheilech\u2026,<\/em><\/strong> \u201cPeace shall be within your walls, serenity within your palaces.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

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