By the Grace of G-d
Dear Friend,
I want to tell you about the power of a smile and the importance of Judaism done joyously.
But first I want to describe the potential long term negative effect brought about when Judaism is not doing smilingly and joyously.
Nearly ten years ago, Y.G., a retired Jew living upcountry in Thailand was contemplating having a ‘second bar mitzvah’ on his 75th birthday. We were in contact about it, and he wrote me the following.
Dear Rebbeleh,
The Torah is a baffling thing to me. It is all mysterious and out of bounds as though to say. I am afraid of it. I'm afraid of doing something to make it angry at me. I have great trepidations over it. This is why I'm afraid to be bar mitzvahed again.
I think I told you once, when I was on the bimah at the Mount Eden Ctr. in the Bronx being bar mitzvahed, I held the end of my tallis to kiss the Torah while I was standing there in front of it, and my hand slipped out of nervousness. the tallis slipped and my finger hit the actual Torah parchment, and I nearly blacked out with fright. I remember seeing totally black, and I did not focus out of total fear.
Rabbi …. really scared the living hell out of me. I expected a lightning bolt to come down and just consume me on the spot. He was more orthodox than even you. When I had to recite the lines before reading, I simply was at zero voice. so, they let the kid after me go before me. there were 4 bar mitzvahs for Haftorah Baluk the same day. I managed to do it, and I did it well. you know how clear and bell-like the voice of a 13 yr old can be. I was clear, melodious, wonderful. I surpassed my greatest expectations, made my mother cry, made my father proud, made Rabbi Reiss stand there next to me like it was all his doing. I swore it all off the moment it was over.
I never went near a shul till Bangkok. We are talking from 1953 till I met you. you are a non-scary Rebbe. I like you. And I touched the Torah, and I'm still alive. I always attribute it to God being bored with 4 bar mitzvah bochurim the same day. He went for a nap and did not catch my transgression.
Y
We did a small ‘bar mitzvah’ service on Y’s 75th birthday. When Y read about a bar mitzvah that had taken place in Korea, he penned the following note which he shared with me.
I'm very heart-hardened, but reading about the South Korean bar mitzveh really got to me deeply. I actually felt tears welling up. when I hit my 75th year, I was re-barmitzved in BKK at shul by Reb Yossie Kantor, and I think I felt the same way as Logan felt. Good for you, my boy. Enjoy your life and at one point in your life be bar mitzved again. There is a private, inner joy that cannot be expressed or shared. It is so deeply individual.
Y.G. Thailand May 28, 2017
Besides for the above-described bar mitzvah rabbi in the Bronx, Y. also had a very devout and pious grandfather who had emigrated from Vilna, named Reb Alter, who seemed to have been quite an imposing stern figure. Although he passed away when Y. was a young boy, the image left in his head of Reb Alter, was one of demanding and exacting expectations. In his own eyes, Y. always felt judged as not good enough by his late very serious grandfather. Y’s relationship with G-d developed along the lines of these adult leadership figures in his life. The way he ‘pictured’ G-d was as a very strict short-tempered grandfather who was obsessively looking out for an opportunity to punish him for doing the wrong thing.
(Y. obviously had a very strong and deep Jewish identity as he went on to emigrate to Israel and heroically serve in the paratrooper division of the IDF from 1964 till after the six-day war. After that he became a teacher in Canada and eventually retired in Thailand passing away a few months ago).
In the many conversations I had with Y over the two nearly two decades that I knew him I got to know him well. It became evident that the perceived judgmentalism of his grandfather and the later his bar mitzvah rabbi (whom he referred to as a ‘killjoy’), seemed to define and color his relationship with G-d and Judaism for the rest of his life.
In Y’s mind it was as if G-d was looking to find a way to ‘catch him out’ for doing something wrong. It was very hard to ‘unlearn’ that kind of deeply embedded feeling.
It led me to really internalize that a lack of smile, and a too-strict approach may not be the best recipe for Jewish continuity.
(It is important to bear in mind that while Y had a certain adverse reaction, I definitely do not mean to look judgmentally at his grandfather and bar mitzvah rabbi who came from a very different background than the American born youth they were interacting with. I am sure they were good people that meant well, and many Jews were inspired by them. It never ceases to amaze me how two people can talk about the same experience with vastly different descriptions. Just like two kids with the same parents can turn out totally different… With all of our best intentions we can never know how our actions are received by others).
Now I would like to tell you the story of a smile. For me it’s ‘the smile’ of my life.
It was thirty years ago exactly. 17th of Elul 5751 – 1991. The summer camp that I was a head counselor of, had ended. The entire camp had now come to Brooklyn for the grand finale of the camp season. Praying Mincha with the Rebbe at 770 Eastern Parkway and the children being given a special talk by the Rebbe. At the end of the talk, the Rebbe distributed packets of dimes for tzedakah to the head staff to distribute to the children. Three to each child.
My two colleagues and I went to the Rebbe to get the dimes for distribution.
The Rebbe blessed with a ‘lichtigen yohr’ (an illuminated year), l’shana tova umesuka’ (a good and and sweet year). The Rebbe then instructed us to distribute three dimes to each child and added ‘make sure to take for yourselves as well’. As the Rebbe said those words his face broke out into a broad smile. You can get a glimpse here…
That smile took but a split second on the clock, but became imprinted into my soul for eternity.
Why did I get a smile on that day?
Because I was a great guy? No, I didn’t for a moment think that I was a perfectly behaved Jew and deserved such a smile.
The smile told me that despite my imperfections I was valuable.
The smile emphasized to me that the Torah way is to try and find something good about a person and highlight that positivity.
Was it somehow precipitated by the fact that I had made a great effort to provide the three hundred campers with a healthy and inspirational summer experience was deserving of a smile?
I don’t know.
I mean, I don’t know what the Rebbe was thinking.
I do know, that thirty years later, living in lockdown, facing challenges that rabbi-school didn’t prepare me for, that smile uplifts and inspires me.
To try to do my best even if its not perfect.
That my contribution is valued and meaningful.
Most importantly that smile reminds me that the most important thing we can do for our own relationship with the Almighty is being joyous.
That the best possible path for ensuring our children’s connection to G-d, is by doing Judaism joyfully.
SIMCHA!!! JOY!!!!
Y was a colorful person.
There were only two dreams he shared with me as far as I can recall. One was very comical… and I can’t resist sharing it.
In 2007 just three days after his 67th birthday Y sent me the following dream:
Rebbeleh,
I had the strangest dream in the world. I dreamed you and I were in shul in New York City, located in the basement of Hunter College at 695 Park Avenue in Manhattan. The only way out was through a trapdoor in the ceiling and in order to reach it one had to stand on a piano. Then we both got up to the street level, and opened the doors to go into the street, and a man dressed like a postman came out and passed us and he looked like Bernie, and said to follow him. so we did. And as we walked, more people attached themselves to us and followed us, and soon there was a procession of thousands of New Yorkers, and we walked to Houston Street on the Lower East Side near Yud Lamid Peretz Square and potato and kasha knishes started falling from the sky and it rained sour cream. And the entire crowd ate and ate and licked their fingers. And that's where the dream ended.
I think, "Gott hut mir geshtroff'n" (G-d punished me). What a strange dream. But I did wake up with a taste for real knishes….
Cordially,
Y
The next dream he shared was 13 years later. This was a dream that touched me deeply.
It was the year of his eightieth birthday. I had implored Y that I wanted to visit him on his 80th, just as I have had the great merit to visit other community members on their eightieth birthday (the Torah tells us that elderly people are to be respected for their age irrespective of any other aspect). I said that I would happily drive upcountry even for just a few minutes with him. Y forbade me to come. He wasn’t feeling well and didn’t want to be visited. I had to respectfully not visit.
On July 13, 2020, Y wrote me the following:
Rebbeleh,
I dreamed I talked to THE Rebbe. We sat side by side and shmoo'est (chatted) a bit, and he was just a nice Zaydeh (grandfather) and I loved him for it. I told him about Reb Alter too, and how he was a misnoged (non-chassid). THE Rebbe just laughed and said it really did not matter as we are all the same Jews, no matter what.
Y
I couldn’t believe my eyes. The dream that he had was exactly on his 80th birthday in the Jewish calendar. (I had a reminder set up in my calendar for Y’s Hebrew birthday).
Here is what I wrote to him:
Y
You bring tears of joy to my eyes!!!!
I wanted to visit you on your eightieth birthday… IT IS TODAY (21 Tammuz corresponding to July 27 1940) but you got something even BETTER.
The Rebbe came to visit you in your dream…..
And indeed the Rebbe loved every Jew and made every person feel loved and special…..
Thanks for sharing this special dream with me!!!!!
In the Chassidic tradition, when one has a dream of the Rebbe the next day is a celebration…..
With love and blessings to you for more years of Gezunt, and everything else you wish for yourself!!!!
If you would call me and give me your brochess today (it’s a mazeldikeh day for you!!!) I would be delighted.
Zeit gebensht un zeit gezunt,
Yosef Chaim
PS if you would allow me to come out there and wave at you in person I would be even more delighted
Y left me a note to be kept in my safe and only read after his passing. In it he said he would come to say hi from ‘there’ and would even help me write a Friday sermon. I am using this opportunity to share some of the inspiration that Y provided me with. Y was an avid reader of my weekly article.
Most importantly I would like to use the reminiscing that Y shared with me about his youth, as a springboard for influencing and enhancing the way we relate to the Almighty and to His Torah and Mitzvot and thus generate an 'aliya' (ascent, uplifting) of Y's neshama-soul in Gan Eden!!!!
This weeks Parsha speaks about serving G-d with joy.
I use Y’s inspiration to teach us and highlight how much the Torah’s emphasis on JOY is absolutely critical for our generation. It resonates in one’s heart for seventy years.
Personally, the smile that the Rebbe gave me thirty years ago continues to uplift me and inspire me to smile.
Clearly the smile was not meant to be held selfishly by me. I was entrusted with it, to empower me to spread the smile to others.
My dear friend, you too hold the keys of the transmission of Judaism in your hands.
Make efforts to inject your own relationship with G-d with smiling and joy!!!
Thus you will be contagiously spreading the joy of Judaism onward and outward.
We celebrated the birthday of two great luminaries earlier this week.
The Ba’al Shem Tov, founder of the entire Chasidic movement and Rabbi Shneur Zalman the founder of Chabad.
The great visionary leaders of the Chassidic movement emphasized over and over again the great and immense power of using joy as the portal and mood through which to best serve G-d.
Rabbi Shneur Zalman taught that just before Rosh Hashana, Hashem is like a benevolent king who goes out smilingly to allow his subjects to greet him in the field. We can approach the king just as we are, without having a special appointment, or being clothed as befits appearing before royalty, and ask for what we need.
What a gift we have been given by the birth of those great luminaries, to be taught that that we can approach our relationship with G-d in the loving and joyous model that is provided by the masters of Kabalistic and Chasidic thought.
Living our lives in this way, will enable us to share effectively share our Jewishness with our loved ones, friends and any Jew we come into contact with.
Blessings of a successful ‘count-down’ to Rosh Hashana, a Shana Tova and a Shabbat Shalom.
Rabbi Yosef Kantor