Life Lessons with Judy Simon
Batya Medad made aliya from New York to Israel in 1970 and has been living in Shiloh since 1981. Recently she began organizing women's visits to Tel Shiloh for Psalms and prayers. (For more information, please email her.) Batya is a newspaper and magazine columnist, a veteran jblogger and recently stopped EFL teaching. She's also a wife, mother, grandmother, photographer and HolyLand hitchhiker, always seeing things from her own very unique perspective. For more of Batya's writings and photos, check out:
Yochai Arye's Brit Milah!
Arutz 7's Hollywood blogger, pictured here with my A7 blogging husband, did a great mitzvah by attending the Brit Milah of the latest member of the clan.
photo by me
After Tzvi's return home to his computer, he wrote about my favorite Parsha, Lech Lecha, http://www.israelnationalnews.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/4#2338.
Now, don't be shocked, but I disagree with what he wrote. Davka, I have no doubt that Avraham Avinu came from an elite family of the "America" of its time. Chazal even say that his father had started the journey, but somehow got distracted.
We all know people like that, G-d fearing, good Jews with such plans to make aliyah... after... and then ...after another after...
Chazal say that G-d talks to everyone, but not everyone listens.
Think about it.
G-d didn't send Avraham a certified receipt that he and his wife and followers had nice homes waiting for them, or even some rooms in a "Merkaz Klita." No job was guarranteed, nor places in a full-time time ulpan with free childcare. No way to check out the local schools or sick funds, since Avraham wasn't even sure where he was going.
"Just listen," G-d said. "I'll tell you when to stop when you get there."
For this Avram left his comfy home and job in daddy's business. He had a great life and was able to devote his life to lofty ideas. He and his wife, Sarai weren't blessed with children, but their tents were never empty. He lived in a Great Neck of the Hollywoods.
Everyone was horrified when he announced he was leaving. "Are you crazy?" was one of the more polite things he heard. "Save more money." "Go to grad school." "How will we be able to contact you, if you don't even have an address you can give us?"
But Avram marched to a different drummer....
to be continued
I really ought to bring a "yetzer haraa bag" to work. That's my solution to the distractions stealing my students' attention from my ....ok, not always the most interesting... English lessons.
The big problem is the cellphone. You'd think these teenage boys were top surgeons or rescue experts, the way they insist on being able to answer the phones during the lessons. I've tried all sorts of tricks, threats and punishments. Sometimes after a lesson I'd drop a few phones in the office, hoping the principal would punish the little darlings.
But now I have a totally new technique. I offer to take their "yetzer haraa" out of their hands for the lesson, no punishment, just for their protection. It would be nice to have a nice bag which a could take around the room and smiling sweetly, offer to do them a favor and take care of their phones, Driving "Theory" booklets and whatever ever else is drawing their minds away from my lesson. I'm sure that starting the lesson with such a pleasant routine would increase their concentration.
I think we could all use a "yetzer haraa bag" to keep temptation away.
Actually, I'd love to give one to US President Bush. Now think about it. Are things going all that great in the USA? The dollar has dropped and is at par with the Canadian one. Medical care is outrageously, unhealthily expensive. And what's Bush's, and many of his recent predecessors' great yetzer haraa? Making "peace" in the Middle East. Why doesn't he do something constructive for his own people?
Honestly, there's nothing more dangerous for us Israelis than "peace talks." They increase terrorism. Besides that, peace, true peace, won't/can't be achieved by Israel's trying to be nice and giving the terrorists our Land. Peace isn't a product that can be bought. True peace comes from G-d.
"Hu Oseh Shalom" G-d Makes Peace.
A first grandson after two granddaughters! We had three daughters before our two sons were born. They should all be healthy.
"Nu? What? No politics?" You ask. "But this is Arutz 7!"
Well, here in the eye of the storm, where our every breath is a political statement, adding another Jewish soul to the world, celebrating G-d's miracles is considered political.
The nearby Arabs are building mansions, and we're condemned for planting trees. Foreign "peace" volunteers and dangerously perverse-thinking Israelis think nothing of destroying anything Jewish.
But we know we will win in the end. The question is... when will what be? So we celebrate G-d's miracles.
Shabbat Shalom and Chodesh Tov
Trying to get to work is not easy.
Yesterday I spent almost half an hour at Givat Asaf, the T Junction to Beit El. Lots of cars went by. Arab cars filled with well-dressed people. UN cars and even Pseudistinian-flagged cars. They were off to Ramallah, not Beit El. Most probably UK's Blair, the busy-body also passed me by.
I'm sure they didn't pay me much attention. I'm this grandmother with a blue bag on wheels. I'm the English teacher going to work.
How is it in the eye of the storm? The eye of the storm is quiet, busy with everyday concerns.
Do you have questions, please ask...