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Silence Before the Noise© - A Pre-Passover Message

Silence Before the Noise© Shabbat HaGadol 5779/2018 Rabbi David Baum
Photo by @chairulfajar_ on Unsplash
It's Passover time which means I'm at the kosher grocery stores a lot, or as I call it, my own personal Mitzraim.  Waiting in long lines, you cannot help but overhear conversations, mainly because we are such a verbose people, it is crowded and loud, and of course, hearing aids seem to be in short supply.  So I think I'm going to start a new Twitter Account – Overheard in Boca.  I want to test one out, so here's my first Tweet:

"You should hear what Sarah regularly says about her husband, poor guy. She never has a good word to say about him. I think she must have graduated school with a degree in lashon hara.”

“And do you know what, Estelle? He's really not such a bad man. I mean look at me - my Chaim is a fat, lazy slob and cheap as they come. But have you ever heard me say a bad word about him?"

We come to an interesting time in our calendar – it is Sha…

The Eighth Day – Dealing with the Loss of a Child after Shiva© Parashat Shmini 2019/5779

The Eighth Day – Dealing with the Loss of a Child after Shiva©Parashat Shmini 2019/5779 Photo by Ben White on Unsplash
I recently spoke with a colleague about a group of congregants who have an unfortunate connection - parents who have lost children. He told me a story of a rabbi who had lost his child. This rabbi had just started his work at a new congregation. For those who are not rabbis, there is nothing more joyous than the beginning of your time working at a new congregation – your life and work is pregnant with possibilities. You truly believe that the skies are the limit.
And then, tragedy struck – the rabbi and his family lost their thirteen-year-old son. If anyone could handle the loss of a child, it must be a rabbi, right? They have more faith than anyone, more experience than anyone when it comes to coping with loss. How did he handle this loss and overcome tragedy? The rabbi told me the following: “He could not remember one thing from that first year. He walked through a f…