Shabbat Shalom Weekly

Torah Portion:  Toledot

November 10, 2018  |  2/Kislev/5779

Seize the Moment — Brotherly Love
by Rabbi Jared VickarsIn 1965, the family-owned Monsey Kosher Bake Shop opened its doors on 51 Main Street in the then sparsely populated hamlet of Monsey. For decades thereafter, they serviced the Monsey community and Rockland County at-large supplying one and all with delectable challahs, yummy rugelach and pastries of all types. Known far and wide as “Mrs. Frank’s Bakery,” the proprietors faithfully supplied a great “knead” and presumably made quite a bit of “dough” along the way. (Okay, enough puns for now).
One day, a “new” bakery announced its grand opening, of all places — 40 Main Street, virtually across the street from Frank’s. I did not call Monsey home at the time, nor did I ever discuss the matter with the proprietor’s from Frank’s, but one can only imagine the super-human strength necessary not to harbor ill-will towards the “new kid on the block” which — in the eyes of even an amateur economist — would inevitably siphon off customers (and profits).
One Thursday evening, many years later, a fire broke out in the small shopping strip at
40 Main Street. The damage was extensive, and several stores had no choice but to re-locate. And yet, the very next morning, Erev Shabbos, the busiest day of the week by far, the 40 Main Street Bakery was somehow able to service its customers via a make-shift, street-side, temporary “store front” replete with challahs, rugelach and cookies. How was this feasible given last night’s blaze and the destruction it caused to their ovens and production area?  When the owners of Frank’s Bakery learned of the fire, they empathized with the plight of their “competitor” and in an act of remarkable selflessness, graciously invited the 40 Main Street bakery personnel to utilize Frank’s own ovens (after hours) in order to service their loyal 40 Main Street customers, the next morning. No grudge. No ill-will. No “all’s fair in war and in business.” Just a sincere, deep-seated sense of connection with one’s fellow Jews and an unadulterated desire to alleviate their plight.
To a significant degree, the history of our nation can be gauged by the relationship (or the lack thereof) amongst siblings. Yitzchak & Yishmael. Ya’akov & Esau. Leah & Rachel. Yosef & his brothers.
This week, two such fraternal relations will be front-and-center at your Shabbos table. First and foremost, the parsha is dominated by the fledgling stages of the now-timeless rivalry between Esau and his younger brother Ya’akov. Despite sharing the same parents, education and upbringing, their diametrically opposed personalities and priorities were immediately apparent. The ensuing rift is readily apparent until this very day.
The situation festered to such a degree that Rivka confided in Ya’akov, “Behold, your brother Esau is having second thoughts toward you…” (Gen. 27:42). Rashi explains, “He has second thoughts over the sibling relationship that exists between you” and has come to harbor thoughts of alienation and estrangement, “i.e. thoughts antithetical to the proper relationship between brothers, to become estranged from you and kill you.” The demise of the Esau/Ya’akov sibling rivalry was mitigated, somewhat, just two generations later with the fraternal relationship between Yosef’s sons, Ephraim and Menashe. Indeed, many a Shabbos meal the world over commences with a blessing upon one’s son(s) with the heartfelt aspiration that “Hashem make you like Ephraim and Menashe.” Of all the role models in our nation’s history, why do these two represent the gold standard of nachas?
Rav Noach Weinberg, zt’l explains, “The relationship of Ephraim and Menashe epitomizes the way brothers should love and trust each other. When Yaakov gave the younger brother Ephraim the favored blessing, Menashe, the firstborn, could have protested and resented his brother for taking what was rightfully his, but Menashe said nothing. He understood that what matters most is not his position or status, but rather what is best for the Jewish People…We bless our sons to emulate Ephraim and Menashe because their relationship was without any trace of resentment. They are our role models.”
Taking this notion one step further, the Haftorah traditionally read on Parshas Toldos will yield this week to a special Haftorah reserved for a Shabbos that falls out on Erev Rosh Chodesh (we usher in the month of Kislev on Saturday night). Rav Shimon Schwab, zt’l explains the reason why our Sages deliberately chose this particular passage to set the tone for the ensuing Rosh Chodesh (which on its face has quite little to do with Rosh Chodesh per se). The answer lies in the content which recounts the sincere, deep-seated “brotherly” love that Yonatan shared for Dovid (notwithstanding circumstances which justifiably could have bred jealousy and alienation). It is a snapshot of Jewish “brotherhood” at its best.
Our Rosh Chodesh, truth be told, is a mere shadow of what it should look like and what it did look like in the times of the Beis Ha’Mikdash. It was a time of a special mussaf korban that conferred a spirit of atonement upon the people and a corresponding spirit of renewal amongst Jews.
Why are we missing this opportunity today? Our Sages tell us it is on account of sinas chinam, baseless hatred, an estrangement, alienation and hatred of one Jew for his spiritual “brother.” Hence, says Rav Schwab, when we read of the pure friendship of Dovid and Yonatan, we are presented front-and-center with an opportunity to re-assess our own personal connectedness and dedication (or lack thereof) to our fellow Jews’ well-being. We are given a window into what those relationships could look like and should look like if we could just diffuse the jealousy, one-upmanship and petty emotional baggage that threatens to put so much static on the line.
We are reminded that at our core we are all brothers and sisters who share in the perpetuation of the values and dedication of our ancestors.
As we approach a Shabbos and its cast of characters — Ya’akov, Esau, Ephraim, Menashe, Dovid and Yonatan,
may we capitalize on the 
opportunity to renew our dedication to one another and enter the month of Kislev
amidst shalom and love for your fellow Jew.
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FAMILY PARSHA
Lessons, stories and discussion questions for parents and kids
From this week’s Torah Portion
“Hands Down”
In our story, a couple of kids discover there’s more than one way to settle the score.
“Don’t forget — three o’clock sharp, in the park, and be ready to fight!” said Marc, with steam nearly coming out of his ears. “Don’t worry,” answered an equally angry looking Larry, “I’ll be there! I’ll see you then, unless you chicken out that, that is!”  The two boys, despite being in the same class, were not exactly what you would call the best of friends. Everything one of them would do would just annoy the daylights out of the other. To say they rubbed each other the wrong way was an understatement. Trouble had been brewing between them for a long time now, and they were finally going to fight it out, once and for all.The ‘rules’ they made up were to fight with bare hands, and each of them could bring along one friend to lend a hand. Marc knew just who he would ask. Big Jake Howard wasn’t just big — he was HUGE. The kid just seemed to be made out of iron, and his hands looked like they were wearing baseball gloves, even when they weren’t. He also happened to be one of Marc’s best friends. He was sure that one look at Big Jake would be enough to sink Larry six feet into the ground.He walked over to Big Jake, who was just coming out of class.  “Hey Marc, how’s it going? I just learned something really interesting about Jacob and Esau.“This was hardly the time for a history lesson, and Marc cut off the boy and started to tell him every good reason why Larry deserved to be crushed and pulverized. “So, will you come, buddy. Will you help me out?”
Big Jake said, “If you need my help, then why not?”
Marc couldn’t stop smiling. With Big Jake at his side, it was all over before it even started.The two of them got to the park. Marc sneered when he saw Larry in the distance and saw that he had brought with him a kid named ‘Shark.’ He was pretty tough kid but compared to Jake, the ‘Shark’ was just a goldfish. The combatants eyed each other, each waiting for the other to make the first move. Finally, Larry lifted his fist to hit Marc, but he had barely begun to move when Jake, with lightning speed, flashed out one of his giant hands and grabbed Larry by the collar, dangling him mid-air like a little puppy.
Marc took it as his signal to make his move, but just as he raised his fist, he suddenly felt himself swinging high in the air. “What in the…?”
He looked up and realized Jake had lifted him up with his other hand. Meanwhile, ‘Shark’ had swum off in the other direction, not waiting around to become the third layer in Big Jake’s ‘people sandwich.’ The two swinging boys squirmed around for a couple of minutes and then gave up, realizing there was no way they were getting down until Jake put them down.  Jake shook his big head. “Listen guys, I’m gonna put you down, but you’re not going to fight it out. You’re going to talk it out. “With that, he plunked the two boys down on a bench, and gave them a look that made sure they would listen. “As I was saying to you before, Marc, today I learned about how Jacob, our forefather was different from Esau. Esau would settle things with his fists, but Jacob believed in using his mouth, and making peace by talking things out. Now we are Jacob’s descendants — and even though I could easily let these big hands of mine do my talking, I don’t, because it’s not the right way. And neither should you. Now let’s sit down and talk this thing out until it’s solved. Deal?”
They both looked at Jake and knew the big guy was right. With the big guy’s help, the two of them
started talking things out, and were surprised to realize that once they tried to really communicate,
they could work out most of the problems between them without fighting. From then on, Larry and
Marc got along much better, all thanks to the big guy with the strong hands who taught them a way
to use their mouths to become even stronger.Discussion question:  Does it take more strength to fight things out or to talk them out? Why?

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QUOTE OF THE WEEK
“Keep your words short and sweet – you never know when you’ll have to eat them”

JOKE OF THE WEEK
Moishie and Chaim were talking in the school playground.  Moishie said: “I’m really worried. My Abba works twelve hours a day to give my family a nice home and plenty of food. My Ima spends the whole day cleaning and cooking for our family. I’m worried sick!”
“What are you worried for?” asked Chaim. “It sounds like you’ve got it made.”
“Yeah,” said Moishie, “but what if they get smart and try to escape?” 

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