Take Me Home

A man once came into a beautiful ballroom and inquired about the occasion being celebrated.

"It's a wedding!" exclaimed one of the guests.

"Beautiful!" he said. Then, looking in on the joyous crowd, he continued. "It's obvious who the bride is - she's the one all in white. But, who is the groom?"

"The one with the black tie and long black jacket, dancing over there..." answered the guest, pointing towards the crowd.

The visitor was puzzled, seeing many dancing men with black ties and long black jackets.

"How do I know which is the groom?" he asked.

Cleverly, the guest answered: "Just wait till the end of the wedding. Whichever one takes the bride home with him... He is the groom!"

***

On Simchas Torah, everyone rejoices; many are dancing.

But which one is The Groom?

Which one is the one who is committing to live his life with The Bride, and heed her every beck and call?

Wait till the dancing ends, and see who is the one who takes the bride home with him at the end of the festivities.

Are we just another dancing guest? Or are we taking The Bride - The Torah - home with us?

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Lost Satellite Reception

For the most part, I enjoy driving and long rides. In fact, as long as there is nothing pressing (read: low gas, imminent Shkiah, etc.), I am even okay with an occasional missed exit or detour.

There is one thing, however, that I have a very hard time with, regardless of how patient I am feeling, or how enjoyable the ride is. I cannot handle losing satellite reception. 

It can happen while driving along an open highway, or crowded city street. Somehow I unintentionally drive out of the satellite's range. Without warning, the navigation app bleeps the dreaded tone, and in its gentle, yet unmistakably serious voice, it announces: "Lost satellite reception".

Panic sets in.

The Elephant in Me - Part 3 - The Washdown

As the supervisor has done in the story, the Yetzer Hara is out to prove that the outer layer of nature - our Kabolas Ol - is not our true color.

Pressures in life, doubts about our Tafkid, or a in cooling our Bitachon, are all experiences that can potentially weaken our commitment to our Tafkid.

Sadly, there are times when our resolve is weakened, and the layer of Kabolas Ol starts to peel. The Yetzer Hara exploits and exaggerates the impact of these cracks, with the intention of washing away more and more of our layer of Kabolas Ol, R"L.

"Kabolas Ol is just a layer!" The Yetzer Hara argues. "It is not the real you. Wouldn't it be better if it was completely washed away so the true you can shine?"

Yes and no.

The Elephant in Me - Part 2 - The Layers

והנפש השנית בישראל היא חלק אלו-ה ממעל ממש

(Tanya Ch. 2)

The essence of every Yid is the beautifully pure Neshama, which is literally a part of Hashem.

The Neshama's only desire is to serve Hashem.

While enclothed in the human body, it disregards hardships from within and without, and restlessly yearns to reconnect itself with its source - Hashem - The Source of all Life.  

When a person is born, a layer of desires and passions is painted on top of this pure soul. This layer is called: The animal soul.

The animal soul keeps us alive, and its desires and passions form our nature, personality and drive. This soul cares only about its self-promotion, gratification and survival. Having been put in charge of us at birth, the animal soul directs our every action, from the very first moment we enter into this world.

The Elephant in Me - Part 1 - The Evolution

Back in the day, having a white elephant was a sign of status and royalty. Being a luxury commodity, bred only in one country, the government imposed a heavy tax on the export of these rare white elephants.

One day, a shrewd businessman was seen parading an inconspicuous band of twenty grey elephants toward the customs checkpoint. After a cursory inspection, and finding everything in order, the clerk waived the businessman through the checkpoint. As he walked away, the businessman smirked to himself, and was duly noticed by the checkpoint supervisor. Before he had a chance to pass the border, the businessman was called back.

As calmly as he could, he marched his elephants back to the checkpoint. A huge water cannon was brought, and the operator began hosing down the elephants. Not being satisfied with a single wash-down, the supervisor ordered the cannon operator to do another, slower wash-down, with a higher water pressure.

And then it happened...