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As our planet earth continues to hurtle forward along its orbit without pause, so, too, does modern man race forward along the path of his life. Today's work market is so competitive and pressured that one dares not stop for a moment, lest he be trampled by the galloping masses all around him. Those who do not make substantial progress are shoved to the sidelines. Inevitably, we are at a loss to avoid the paradox: modern man devotes the major part of his waking hours to earning a living for himself and his family. Tragically, the pressure is so great that he is left without the time to devote to the wife and children for whose welfare he invests so much of his time and energies.
The battle for one's livelihood has become so intense that it is the defining facet of our lives. For most, it consumes the majority of our time, efforts and thoughts. One is paid for talent, sweat, and loyal, continuous effort – in short, all the human resources with which man is endowed. We are drilled to achieve maximum efficiency, to produce the greatest possible profits for our company. Wisdom, science, and understanding are no longer sought for their own sake. Rather, their value is determined by how much the firm will profit from their application in the market place.
The race into which we are thrust is not for culture or wisdom; it has deteriorated and eroded into a frantic dash after money. Human qualities such as mercy, compassion, wisdom and selfless devotion to the welfare of others are no longer of the highest order of value, unless they bring profit or fame in their wake. How do we curtail this unbridled race toward increased profitability? Where and how can modern man get in touch with his true self?
Each week, the Shabbat enables man to rise above the concerns of earning his livelihood, paying his mortgage, and keeping his employer satisfied. It affords him an opportunity to get in touch with his inner self, to put the concerns of the soul at the top of his priorities, to set his own private, inner “home” in order. It changes our point of perspective on our world and those in it.
Anyone who has had the opportunity to experience an authentic Shabbat will know that by observing the seventh day has a healthful, enriching effect. It broadens our horizons and improves our quality of life.
The Shabbat day allows the family to gather without pressure, to become better acquainted with each other and to share their lives. Worries fade into the background, as man learns to view his world from a better angle, with the eyes of the soul within his heart.
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Lakewood Fellowship
Monday, May 7, 2012
Wednesday, May 2, 2012
Yedi'os Klaliyos
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Monday, March 19, 2012
Our Loving Father In Heaven
A little girl hops along with her mom, shopping in the mall. There she spots a pearl necklace. "Please can I buy it?," she begs.
"It costs $1.99," her mom responds, "If you'll do chores around town like cutting flowers, together with your upcoming birthday present of a dollar bill, you'll be able to buy it yourself."
The little girl agrees, does the chores, and with her money, buys the pearls. She adores these pearls and wears them everywhere. She wears them to school and to every occasion, making her feel very grown up.
One night, during her nightly bedtime routine with her Dad, Dad sits at the edge of her bed and asks, "Do you love me?"
"Of course Daddy," she responds.
"Then give me your pearl necklace."
"No Daddy. Not my pearls. I'll give you instead my best teddy bear."
"It's okay," says Dad, "I love you." And he kisses her good-night.
This scene repeats itself the next week, and the week after. One night as Dad enters her bedroom, he sees his little daughter sitting on her bed, feet crossed indian style, with tears streaming down her face.
"Is everything okay?" Dad asks, concerned.
Barely able to muster a word, she just stretches out her hand and opens her fist. Inside was her pearl necklace.
The father, with a smile, takes the pearls, and with his other hand pulls out from his pocket a blue velvet box. He quietly watches as his little girl opens it up, revealing an exquisite strand of real, genuine pearls.
The key to the parable:
The father was really ready to give her the genuine pearls right away, he was just waiting for his child to show that she loved him. So too, Hashem is waiting for us to show him we love him so that he can give us real genuine 'pearls'.