Of course you have absolutely not offended me! I really like the fact that you
are willing to talk it out. I have been attending a Chabad much of the time
since Pesach for exactly the reasons you state, and so I can enjoy Shabat and
feast days with others who care to truly enter into their significance to some
degree. The Chabad members have been extremely kind to me. This is true for some
other Hebrew Roots friends I have as well.... I especially feel so SO grateful
for how the Orthodox have preserved the Torah scrolls over the centuries, and
have been as faithful as they know how to be. I think we have profound gifts to
offer one another over time... Once again, Yair - shalom!
2. New Article.
The Three Major Divisions of Israelite Tribes
[Based on the work ("Shivtei Yisrael") of Rabbi Fishel Mael.]
The 12 Tribes may be divided into three: (1) The Children of Leah and (2) the
Children of Rachel, and (3) the Children of the Maidservants (Bilhah and Zilpah).
The Children of Leah hate the actions of Esau that are the opposite of their own
inclinations. They are not the opponents of Esau like Joseph is. In order to be
the adversary it is necessary to have coped with the same temptations.
That is why it is Joseph who will eventually overcome Esau (Obadiah 1:20).
Megaleh Amukot (Paraphrased): The Divine Presence is in the west. This is
connected to 12 different possible permutations of the Divine Name, one for each
of the Tribes of Israel.
3. Stones from Heaven? Another Episode
in the Life and Incredible Happenings of Yair Davidiy.
Yesterday just before I was about to go up to the house I decided to enter the
neighborhood greengrocer over the road.
Just before the shop is a small (ca. 4 yards square) courtyard. Over the
entrance is an overhanging steel awning. I had almost reached the courtyard
entrance when in front of my eyes a stone block (about 3 feet long, 2 feet wide,
2 feet deep) fell as if from heaven on to the awning and rolled off onto the
yard. This was followed or accompanied ( I am not sure which) by a rain of
smaller blocks and stones. Naturally, I was a little frightened.
I looked up and could not discern where the stones came from.
In the street, being as usual quite busy, a small throng of people immediately
gathered at the place. Calls were made to the City authorities and police etc.
It turned out that the building was an old one. For some time various complaints
had been made. It later became apparent that part of an upper veranda
overlooking the street had begun to collapse and that had caused the rain of
stones to transpire.
The moral of the story?
Perhaps it comes to tell us that nothing is certain??