Weekly Message

"Back to Basics"

Every once in a while we hear about a "back to basics" movement. Whether it's in education, clothing, eating, or healthcare, "back to basics" means zeroing in on the essential aspect of whatever it is we're getting back to.

Judaism, too, has a "back to basics" movement, but it is not a trend that goes in and out of style at the whim of experts and leading professionals. Rather, it is the Thirteen Basic Principles of the Jewish Faith, as codified by Moses Maimonides over 900 years ago.

Maimonides determined that the last two of the Thirteen Basic Principles are belief in the coming of Moshiach and the belief in the Resurrection of the Dead. These, then, are basic principles of Judaism, essential and fundamental aspects of the Jewish people's belief for thousands of years.

The Torah details a most exacting and demanding code of behavior, governing every hour of the day, every phase of life, and every aspect of the human experience. It takes every iota of one's intellectual, emotional and spiritual prowess to bring one's life into utter conformity with the Torah's edicts and ideals. Hence, there are two ways in which to view the Torah's vision of life.

One may conceivably argue that the level of perfection expected by the Torah is beyond the reach of most people. From this perspective, Torah is an ideal toward which to strive, a vision of absolute goodness designed to serve as a point of reference for imperfect man. A person ought to seek this ideal-says this view-although he will probably never attain it, for he will much improve himself in the process.

The second view takes the Torah at its word: each and every individual is capable of, and expected to attain, the perfectly righteous and harmonious life it mandates. Torah is not an abstract ideal, but a practical and implimentable blueprint for life.

These two views reflect two different ways of looking at the essence of G-d's creation. If man is inherently or even partially evil, then obviously he can go either way. There is not reason to assume that he will, or even can, attain a state of perfect righteousness. A world community that is utterly committed to goodness, in which every single individual acts in concert with the purpose for which he was created, can only be the dream of a chronic optimist, or of one who, is hopelessly out of touch with "reality."

Yet if one believes that the world is intrinsically good, that G-d has imbued His every creation with the potential to reflect His absolute goodness and perfection, and that perfection will be realized in the Messianic Era, then, one's concept of reality is completely different. Then, it is our current, harsh reality that is the contradictory state, while the reality of Moshiach. is the most natural thing in the world.

So, where a person stands on the issue of Moshiach expresses his attitude toward the entire Torah. Is Torah's formula for life a pipe dream, or is it a description of the true nature of creation? If the Torah is nothing more than a theoretical utopia, then one does not expect a world free of greed, jealously and hatred any time in the near future. But if the Torah mirrors the essence of man, then one not only believes in a "future" Moshiach, but understands that the world is capable of instantaneously responding to his call.

This explains why the belief in Moshiach entails not only the conviction that he will "eventually" arrive, but the anticipation of his imminent coming. In the words of Maimonides: "The Twelfth Principle concerns the era of Moshiach: to believe and to validate his coming; not to think that it is something in the future-even if he tarries, one should await him..." And in his Mishneh Torah, Maimonides states: "One who does not believe in him, or one who does not anticipate his coming, not only denies the prophets, he denies the Torah itself."

When the possibility of Moshiach is so very realistic, it is far more "unrealistic" for another moment to go by without the Redemption taking place than the prospect of its immediate realization.

[Reprinted from L'chaim Magazine Issue 423]

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Tales for the Shabbos Table

This week's section contains the strange and complicated commandment of the Sota.

In short; if a woman is warned by her husband that he suspects infidelity and she is caught again acting suspiciously, he takes her to the Holy Temple where several Torah sentences are written on a parchment and washed off in a bowl of water which she is made to drink and if she is guilty she dies a strange and painful death.

At first glance all this seems a bit out of place in the holy Torah.

Why couldn't G-d just make it that if a man suspects his wife he takes her to the Priest and he reveals the truth?

To understand this here are two stories.

The defendant was charged with first degree murder and the courtroom was packed. You. The attorney for the defense was one of the best in the country and everyone was hypnotized by his eloquence and razor sharp logic. He was at the height of his oration and each time he paused could hear a pin drop.

"We are all shocked by murder but if you are not ONE HUNDRED percent sure that Joe Sanders has committed this heinous crime you cannot, you must not, you dare not take his life. I want to stress that the life of a human being. A human being just like yourselves, like your own sons and daughters is standing here.

Can we take his life on circumstantial evidence? Bloodstains? Witnesses that think they heard shots?

Why, you don't even know for sure that a murder has been committed. The prosecution has yet to find a weapon or even a body!

Is there no doubt in your minds? Would you consider sentencing this man? Well, honorable jury members, if so… I want show you how near you came to making a tragic mistake!!

The lawyer pointed dramatically to the huge locked entrance door behind them and shouted.

"In just a few seconds the supposed victim, the man you say has been murdered will come THROUGH THAT DOOR!! The man you thought has been murdered ….. IS ALIVE.

A gasp went up in the courthouse, everyone suddenly turned to look. All eyes were glued to the door. Any second the handle would turn. The room was filled with electricity.

Ten seconds passed, twenty, a minute, two! Someone coughed, someone else cleared their throat, someone chuckled, the spell had been broken … no one was coming through that door.

The lawyer had made a fool of himself!!!

But he didn't seem to be perturbed. He waited for the noise to die down and continued. "You see? You all expected to see the victim. IN OTHER
WORDS YOU AREN'T EVEN SURE IF HE'S DEAD!!!

"I rest my case."

It was a brilliant move that completely stunned the crowd while the accused just sat and smiled.

The Judge ordered the jury to leave the court and come to a verdict, but it was all too obvious what the outcome would be. And, indeed, after only fifteen minutes they returned. The judge pounded his gavel and asked if they had reached a decision.

The foreman of the jury stood and said "Yes we have your honor."

"And what is the verdict" asked the judge perfunctorily.

"We find the defendant…. GUILTY as charged."

The courtroom was stunned. The crowd didn't know what was going on. The lawyer for the defense jumped to his feet held his head in his hands and screamed "How can you do this?! How can you do this??" The judge himself was speechless. Soon everyone was turning to one another, shrugging their shoulders and asking pointless questions; they were completely confused.

The judge began pounding his gavel and yelling "Order in the Court! Order in the court!!"

The room fell still, everyone was ordered to be seated and the Judge turned
to the jury foreman who remained standing, and asked.

"Is that the verdict of the jury? Guilty?"

"Yes it is your honor."

"Could you explain?" The judge asked as he leaned forward peering over his high desk at the jury.

The foreman cleared his throat and replied.

"Your honor, the defending attorney was right; we weren't one hundred percent sure. And he really proved it when he made us all look at the door.

But while everyone was looking at the door I happened to notice that there was one person in the court that didn't turn …. The DEFENDANT!!

That's right your honor. We all saw it. He didn't blink an eye. He knew that the victim was really dead and the whole thing was a trick. He was the only one in court that had no doubts!!

The second story is one that Rav Mendel Futerfass, the Rosh Yeshiva of Kfar Chabad used to tell.

Some two hundred years ago a young Chassid was riding a train from one city to another in Russia when at one of the stops a well dressed man entered and sat near him. The young chassid nodded to his new neighbor and returned to the book he was reading.

The man looked like an assimilated Jew and sure enough after a few moments he asked the young man in Yiddish "Nu, vas learnt a Yid?" (What are you learning there?)

It wasn't long before they were conversing about religion and needless to say the older fellow spoke condescendingly demonstrating his superior, open lifestyle.

"I am a doctor, in fact a professor of medicine. But that does not stop me from being a benefactor to the poor. Often I do not even charge a fee if I see the patient cannot pay."

"Yes, me too." Said the Chassid.

"Ahh yes, I'm certain that you also do charitable acts but remember that I could charge large sums and I forego the profit. In fact often I visit the poor in their homes and treat them."

"Yes, so do I." replied the Chassid a second time.

The doctor was beginning to get angry. "Well, do you now!" He said sarcastically. "Well I'll have you know that often I even buy medicine for the indigent and even provide them with food, despite the fact that there are few experts in the field of medicine like me,"

"Yes, me too." Answered the Chassid a third time.

"What, do you mean to tell me that you are a doctor?" The professor asked mockingly.

"No no!" Replied the young man. "I mean that I too only see my good qualities and overlook my own faults."

That is the lesson of our section. The Sota is a married woman that arouses suspicion. Her husband is not sure of her and she seems to be unsure of herself. She broadcasts infidelity.

This is also very applicable to the Jewish people. At the giving of the Torah they became 'married' to G-d. This, in fact is the theme of King Solomon's holy masterpiece "The Song of Songs."

But as we see from the first story there is no substitute for certainty.

But the Jews often broadcast the opposite. As in the second story they often seem to have only themselves on their minds.

But the fact is that a Jew can NEVER really be unfaithful to G-d. This is hinted at in the Talmud (Sota 3a) "A Sota will not sin unless she goes momentarily insane."

In other words the only thing that will bring a Jew to act unfaithful is if he goes crazy.

Therefore all the processes listed in the Torah are necessary, namely to
arouse the real truth.

But unlike the Sota G-d will never divorce the Jewish people as it says in Isaiah 42:8 "My glory I will not give to another."

So the Sota process represents the process of repentance and humility. Just as they were purified by counting the forty nine days of the Omer after leaving Egypt in order to receive the Torah in purity. (Many have the custom of learning the 49 pages of Tractate SOTA from Pesach to Shavuot for this reason).

This is the job of Moshiach to show that the Jews were really faithful all along as the Torah promises (5:26) that when they are redeemed they will be cleaned and bring healthy offspring.

Have a happy, healthy, meaningful Shavuot with Moshiach NOW!!

Rabbi Tuvia Bolton
Yeshiva Ohr Tmimim
Kfar Chabad, Israel

Tales for the Shabbos Table

Most of the eighteen commandments in this week's section are only minimally practical nowadays such as "Sota" and "Nazir".

But one of them is very important and real; the commandment of Repentance.

"If a man or woman sin....they must confess to G-d." (5: 5, 6)

This commandment, perhaps more than any other, is an expression of G-d's Infinite Mercy:

Even if one deliberately and repeatedly committed the worst sins, nevertheless repentance and confession (the sinner must truly regret the sin and speak to G-d saying; "G-d I did such-and-such, regret it and will not do it again") will clean his spiritual slate each time, even today when there is no Temple!

(Incidentally, in the days of the Temple the sacrifices only covered unintentional sins, and even then they also had to be accompanied by repentance.)

But this is not understood. If G-d is really so merciful, wouldn't it have been better if He just didn't give us the Torah, with so many laws to transgress in the first place?

So why do we celebrate the holiday of Shavuot (this Friday & Shabbat) when the Torah was given 3314 years ago? If He didn't give the Torah (G-d forbid) there would be no reason to repent!

To answer this, here is a story from the Baal Shem Tov (Besh't for short) (who passed away on Shavuot, 242 years ago).

The Besh't once called one of his Chassidim named Rav Nisan, gave him a closed envelope and ordered him to travel to the Castle of the local landowner Count Radzvill. The purpose of his trip was to try to arouse the Count's best friend, Pierre Louis, to return to Judaism. The envelope was to be opened in two days time.

Rav Nisan was perplexed. Pierre Louis was, as far as everyone knew, definitely not Jewish. But the Baal Shem never had been wrong. The Besh't was not only a holy Jew (Tzadik), but he was also a Rebbe. He understood the purpose of creation and strove to arouse as many Jews as possible to act like G-d's chosen people. So Rav Nissan followed the instructions with joy.

Count Radzvill was a wealthy Russian landowner who spent much of his time in Europe enjoying himself. Years ago on one of his journeys he met a French nobleman called Pierre Louis and since then they traveled, went hunting and did almost everything together. Today they were returning, after an absence of several months, to the Count's Russian palace and the joy was great.

Unlike most of the Russian nobility, Count Radzvill was kind and just to all those living on his lands, Jew and gentile alike. All his "serfs"
were gathered before his castle to welcome him.

Our Chassid, Rav Nissan, arrived just as the Count and his friend stepped out of their carriage, and as he examined Pierre Louis amidst the cheering crowd he was even more amazed at the Besht's request, the man certainly did not look in any way Jewish.

After the two had entered the Castle and the crowd had dispersed, Rav Nissan hung around the grounds for the rest of the day wondering what to do, but at nightfall he still had no clue. He had absolutely no way of entering the building and even if he did, how could he possibly speak to Pierre Louis, and even then there was little chance that the latter would listen to him.

That night he slept in the town Synagogue and the next day he returned to the Castle hoping something would materialize. But as he approached the Castle he immediately noticed that something was wrong. There was again a large crowd gathered there, but they were unusually quiet, some of the Jews were reading Psalms and some of the people were crying.

It seems that shortly after the Count and his friend arrived at the Castle they couldn't resist the idea that the surrounding woods were probably filled with game. So despite their fatigue from the road they went hunting.

The hunt was successful but when they returned toward evening, tired and laden with prey, a tragic accident occurred; the Count tripped on one of the Castle steps, his pistol discharged and he was left with a large bleeding wound in his chest.

His friend Pierre Louis immediately had him moved into the Castle and sent tens of carriages to nearby cities to bring help. All night the carriages left and returned with different doctors but despite all their expertise and efforts they weren't able to stop the bleeding. The Count was dying.

Suddenly Rav Nissan remembered the envelope the Rebbe had given him.

He opened it, took out the letter and began reading. Even he, who was accustomed to miracles from his master, was amazed. It was a prescription with exact directions how to prepare a salve to cure...a gunshot wound to the chest!

He ran to the castle gate waiving the letter and demanded to be let in but the guards refused. They had strict orders to admit only doctors and despite his arguments and pleas they stuck to their orders.

Pierre Louis must have heard the ruckus from inside the palace because he suddenly came running out to the gate obviously very irritated, "What do you want here Jew?" he shouted, "Don't tell me you are a doctor? You are no doctor!! Leave here immediately!! What is that you have in your hand? What is that paper you are holding?"

Rav Nissan tried to explain but the Frenchman snatched the prescription from his hand and began to read. "This is your cure?!" He screamed. "This is nonsense!" He was about to tear it into pieces when one of the doctors emerged from the castle, saw the commotion and approached.

He examined the paper, turned facing Pierre with his back to the Jew and whispered. "They've given up in there. Let the Jew try, he certainly can't hurt.

Minutes later Rav Nissim was in the Castle, had prepared the medicine and was beginning the treatment. Some of it he smeared on the wound, some of it he applied on various parts of the Count's body and every few minutes he repeated the process, exactly according to the instructions.

To everyone's surprise the Count stopped hemorrhaging almost immediately! After a few applications he even seemed to breathe more deeply and evenly. After an hour, instead of being dead as everyone had thought, color returned to his cheeks and minutes later he regained
consciousness!

The doctors and professors were speechless; they had never seen anything even vaguely like it. But Pierre Louis was moved to the essence of his very being; he felt something very potent was happening here but he had no idea what it was.

After several hours the Count was actually strong enough to call Rav Nissim to his bedside and thank him profusely. He even offered to reward him royally but the Chassid refused. "Seeing you healthy is my reward. Just continue to treat the Jews kindly." he said. "But I do have one request; I want to speak with Pierre Louis alone."

The bewildered Pierre Louis and Rav Nissan went into a side room and closed the door.

They sat, Rav Nissan looked him in the eyes and said, "I am a follower of a great Jew called Yisroel Baal Shem. He was the one that wrote that prescription and saved your friend. He told me to come here and....bring you back to Judaism."

Pierre was still in shock from, first the near death of his friend, then his strange supernatural recovery. He felt as though he had been transported into another world but he couldn't figure out which world was real; the one of wealth, and pleasure that he had been enjoying for over forty years, or this new strange one of Jews, and miracles.

Pierre just looked at the Chassid, eyes wide in disbelief; "Back? Judaism?" He mumbled to himself. "Back?"

"The Baal Shem Tov told me to tell you that your real name is Pesach Tzvi" continued Rab Nissan. "He said that both your parents were Jewish and your mother even wanted to give you a Jewish education but your father opposed and prevailed. So you were thrown into French society educated in the best schools and lost your Jewish identity. But now it is time for you to return."

"Return? How...How can he know this? How is he so sure of these things you are saying?" asked the Frenchman in a whisper.

"I have no idea, but from my experience he knows everything," replied Rav Nissan.

"I don't understand" Said Pierre, trying to clear his throat, "Are you saying that I am...a Jew?" A Jew? My god, it's impossible!! Impossible!!"

Pierre Louis refused to discuss the subject further and abruptly ended the conversation. He only promised he would give it further thought and the Chassid left the Castle.

Almost a year later Rav Nissan heard a knock on his door, opened it and there stood a bearded Jew. It was Pierre Louis, or rather Pesech Tzvi, returning to the G-d of his fathers.

So this answers our question. We see in our story that the Count's illness brought a blessing to everyone; both he and his friend Pierre came, through the Besh't, to new awareness of the Creator. In fact there are many such stories of Tzadikim especially about the Lubavitcher Rebbe.

But certainly no one would say; "better that G-d should not have created healthy life so there would be no sickness and no need for healing". That would be ridiculous, simply unheard of!

Similarly it would be meaningless to suggest that G-d not give the Torah so that sin would be impossible.

The Torah is like life itself. In fact it is called the Tree of Life and the sourse of Living Waters. G-d gave the Torah in order to reveal His essence, the CAUSE and PURPOSE of life, in this world

Sin, on the other hand, is like sickness. When one transgresses the Torah he disrupts this spiritual life flow and he and the entire world require healing.

Repentance is like healing. And like healing it can bring a greater realization of the truth. But this is only if it is connected to the tzadikim the righteous Jews of our generation.

In fact the Talmud tells us that one who was distant from the truth and 'returns' (a baal tshuva) is in some ways even higher than a completely righteous "Tzadik".

That is the Miracle and the Joy of Shavuot. We received the Tree of Life, the Torah. And even more, we became connected to Moses, who revealed the real life and magic of the Torah; the power of Tshuva.

But most important of all, Moses was the forerunner of Moshiach who will heal the entire world through Tshuva and Torah.

That is what Isiah means that Moshiach will reveal a "new" Torah.

Then we will see and feel the G-dliness in every commandment. Every letter of the Torah will be so alive that it will never again be misinterpreted, misused or abandoned. As the Rambam says at the end of his work, in the days of Moshiach the world will be filled with G-dliness like the water fills the ocean.

May you all have a happy and meaningful holiday with...
Moshiach NOW!

Rabbi Tuvia Bolton
Yeshiva Ohr Tmimim
Kfar Chabad Israel

Torah Online Site: http://www.ohrtmimim.org/torah

Tales for the Shabbos Table

In the beginning of this week’s section, Moshe completes the commandment G-d gave him last week, counting the Jewish people.

Why was it necessary to count the Jews? Obviously G-d knew the number, why did He order Moshe to count them?

And after the counting was finished why put it in the Torah? What do we care today exactly how many Jews there were over 3,300 years ago?

Here is a story I hope will help explain:

One of the more famous printing houses in White Russia was in the town of Slavita. Here is the miraculous story of how it was established.

In Czarist Russia some two hundred years ago, there were millions of religious Jews and a terrible shortage of books. Often even "Siddurim"
(prayer books) were lacking for the "People of the Book" to pray from.

The Rav of Slavita decided that it was time to do something about it. He had experience in printing and even enough money to get a printing house
started, but the problem was Czarist bureaucracy. The fees and bribes necessary to obtain the proper licenses required a fortune. And then there was corruption, and of course anti-Semitism. After several years of
efforts he had made zero progress.

Being a Chassid he decided to travel to the town of Liazne and take advice
from the famous Rabbi Shneur Zalman, the first Rebbe of Chabad.

The Rebbe heard him out and after thinking for a few seconds answered optimistically,

"Don’t worry, all the obstacles will disappear. First travel to the city of Mohilov and there you will find a teacher of small children by the name of Reb Yisroel. If you can convince him to accompany you to Vilna he can arrange all the necessary papers for you in a very short time."

Needless to say, bright and early the next morning the Rav set out to Mohilov; with such an answer from the Rebbe he couldn’t fail!! But despite his optimism he was in for a big disappointment; after two days of searching the town, the only teacher called Reb Yisroel he could find was an old Jew of over seventy that spoke only Yiddish, and not a word of Russian!

"What?! I should go to Vilna to talk to Officials??" exclaimed the old man, "What...I’m gonna talk Yiddish to Officials? It's a joke, Right?! A joke!! Ha Ha!! Yiddish Officials!! Maybe you want I should talk to the Czar for you?! Not only that, who will provide for my wife when I'm there? No, no, you are mistaken, my friends, the Rebbe could not mean me."

It took a lot of convincing, but when the Rav gave him a full months wages and he saw he was serious, the old man also became interested in seeing what would happen.

Several days later they arrived in Vilna and set themselves up in the house of a well known Chabad Chassid called Rav Mair Refoels, himself a wealthy businessman with some connections in the Government.

Now their only problem was, exactly what they were supposed to do?

The Rebbe told them that Reb Yisroel would take care of everything, but Reb Yisroel had no idea what was going on. So for the first few days they wandered aimlessly around the streets of Vilna.

When Shabbos finally came, old Reb Yisroel decided that he had had enough.
He was tired and depressed. He was becoming increasingly convinced that they made some sort of mistake.

"Oy! What have I gotten myself into?" He thought to himself. "How long will I have to wander around Vilna? Forever?!! I’m an old man, my feet hurt. I want to go home."

Rav Mair tried unsuccessfully to cheer him up, and finally suggested that they take a stroll in the main square and that for sure HaShem would help.

A few minutes later they were leisurely strolling. The Shabbat seemed to make everything a little more beautiful, and Rav Mair turned the conversation to the weekly portion of the Torah. Soon Reb Yisroel was so involved in trying to make some point that he forgot his problems. He did not even notice the strange stare he got from a passing man. But Rav Mair did.

The man actually stopped for several seconds, stared at Reb Yisroel’s face and then continuing walking. From the man’s dress and manner, it was obvious that he was someone important, possibly a government Minister.

When several minutes later the man again walked toward them and repeated the same scene, Rav Refoels left his companions, approached him and introduced himself and cordially asked:

"Please excuse me Sir, but I couldn’t help noticing your interest in Reb Yisroel. Possibly you could tell us what interest a nobleman such as yourself could possibly have in a simple old Jew?"

He took Rav Refoels by the arm walked over to Reb Yisroel, and said, "Ask the old man if he remembers me." Rav Refoels translated, and the old teacher just shrugged his shoulders, how could he possible know such a person?

"Ask him if he lives in Shklov." Continued the man.

"No, I live in Mohilov!" replied Reb Yisroel, shrugging his shoulders. But then he paused, held up one finger and said, "One minute, just a minute... you can tell him that twenty years ago I did live in Shklov."

"Aha!! Said the man!" I knew it was you; my memory did not fail me! You must come to my house tomorrow at ten in the morning. You are my dear friend!! Please do not forget."

With this he gave his calling card to the old man, shook his hand warmly, and departed.

The next morning they were seated in the nobleman’s spacious front room, a servant appeared, told the other two to remain seated and escorted old Reb Yisroel into the study.

"Ahh, reb Yisroel!!!" The nobleman said to him (in Yiddish!) as he closed the door behind him.

"Of course you don’t remember me, I was just a young boy of fourteen years old then. Do you remember? They called me Yanush the orphan. I was the scourge of Shklov. I refused to go to school or listen to anyone. My only interest was to make trouble and to convince the other kids to do the same.

Finally after they caught me stealing for the hundredth time they put me in this sort of cage in the center of the city. I guess I had it coming, but it was more than I could handle. Everyone that passed would curse me and some of the kids even threw rocks and spit at me when no one was looking. I was so ashamed I wanted to die. I was supposed to be there for three days and when the first night came I felt closer to death than life.

Then, when everyone else was asleep, you came. You opened the lock, took me to your house, gave me a meal, a change of clothes, a warm coat and even some money and told me to run away. I’ll never forget your face.

Well, thanks to you, today I am a high minister in the government and now I want to repay you. First take this bag of golden coins, this will last you for a long time, and I would like to give you a job but... tell me, what brought you to Vilna? Are there children here you have to teach? And who are those two men with you?"

Needless to say when he heard the reason for Reb Yisroel’s visit he immediately arranged all the necessary permits for the printing house that very day, free of charge.

And also opened a door for himself to return to Judaism.

This answers our question.

What HaShem wanted to teach us here by telling us that Moshe counted everyone is that everyone is important, (how much more so every Jew). No one can be too far away, too old or too insignificant, (conversely no one is so great that he can think he is worth more, or has finished his work.)

That is the job of the Tzadikim in every generation; to remind us that every one is number one and everyone counts. And even if you are in a desolate desert and the situation seems impossible, your one good deed also counts and can change it all.

In a big way this is Moshiach who will raise up (Naso) all the Jewish people, and through them the entire world. Like in our story, all we have to do is open our eyes to see the miracles that are happening around us and see...

Moshiach NOW!

Rabbi Tuvia Bolton
Yeshiva Ohr Tmimim
Kfar Chabad Israel

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