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May
4, 2009
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PARDES LEVAVOT
Events
This Week
Celebrate
Shabbat at Home
Friday, May 8
Coming Up
Tikkun Leil
Shavuot
Thursday, May
28th, at 7:30 p.m. at Congregation Har HaShem. A Tikkun Leil Shavuot
(all night learning) is an extraordinary
opportunity for all members of the community to study with a
multi-denominational group of rabbis and educators, and a chance to
hear diverse interpretations of Torah on this night of revelation and
celebration of the giving of Torah. The program will end with a dawn
prayer service.
Getting
Involved
From the
Shepherd of the Hills Bulletin
Items needed for the
Boulder Homeless Shelter: Blankets, Vitamins, Cough
Drops, Jelly, Maple Syrup, and Ground Coffee. You may bring donations
to Shepherd.
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May
2009
16,
Saturday, 10am-noon
Contemplative Shabbat Service
16, Saturday, 12:15-1:45pm
Rebbes' Tisch
30, Saturday, 10am-noon
Eli Sher's Bar Mitzvah
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AROUND
TOWN
AND BEYOND
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PRAYERS
Each
newsletter
contains
names of people in our community, or friends of our community, who need
prayers for healing, support, et cetera. Names will cycle off the list after
one month - please let us know if you wish for it to remain longer. Please send names in
Hebrew
and/or English, with other details as desired, to info@pardesleavavot.org.
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For information
about Pardes Levavot or our events please visit our
website at www.pardeslevavot.org
or write info@pardeslevavot.org.
To contact Rabbis Nadya and Victor Gross write rabbis@pardeslevavot.org.
If you would like to post something on our Pardes Levavot mailing
lists, or if you have questions about our mailings, lists,
communications, etc., contact info@pardeslevavot.org.
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There was this family of Schmohawk Indians sitting around
the shtetl
one night. The papa, Geronowitz; the mama, Pocayenta; and the beautiful
young daughter, Minihorowitz. "So, nu," says the daughter, "You'll
never believe."
"What?" says the mama.
"Today, at high noon, I was proposed to in marriage."
"Yes?" says the mama, "so what did you say?"
"I said Yes."
"You said Yes?"
"I said Yes."
"That's wonderful," says the mama. "She said Yes! Did you hear that
Geronowitz?
Our little Minihorowitz is getting married!"
"I heard," says the papa, "I'm kvelling. So who's the lucky boy?"
"Sittin' Bialy."
"Sittin' Bialy?" says the mama, "of the SoSiouxMe tribe?"
"That's the one," says Minihorowitz.
"Oy, Geronowitz! The SoSiouxMe's! There are so many of them! How can we
feed them? How can we get them all in our teepee for the wedding?"
"We'll think of something," says Geronowitz.
"Geronowitz! Get me a buffalo!"
"What, at this hour?"
"No, Geronowitz, for the wedding! I can make buffalo tzimmes from the
meat, and we can make an extra teepee from the hide. Get me a buffalo!"
So Geronowitz goes out to hunt a buffalo. A day goes by, and a night
and Geronowitz has not come back. Another day and another night, and
still no sign of him. Another day and half the night, and Geronowitz
comes home. Exhausted. Staggering. And empty-handed. "Geronowitz! I've
been worried sick. Where have you been? And where's my buffalo?!"
"It's like this," he says. "On my first day out, I hunted high, and I
hunted low, and I finally found a buffalo. But this
buffalo, he made Mickey Rooney look strong. It was a tiny, scrawny
little buffalo, with no meat on his bones for buffalo tzimmes, and
barely enough hide for a rain hat. So I settled in for the night to try
again the next day.
"The second day, I looked high, and I looked low, from this way and
that way, and I finally found a buffalo. He was a big buffalo, with
lots of meat, and lots of hide, but I tell you, Pocayenta, this was the
ugliest buffalo I ever saw in my life. 'This', I thought to myself, 'is
not the buffalo for MY daughter's wedding.' So again, I settled in for
the night to try again the next day.
"The third day, I got up early, and I looked high and I looked low,
from this way and that way, going up hills and down hills, and I found
a buffalo. It was a big buffalo. It was, as buffaloes go, a beautiful
buffalo. It was, if I say so myself, the perfect buffalo. 'This,' I
says to myself, 'is the buffalo Pocayenta wants for Minihorowitz's
wedding.'
"So I reach into my backpack quietly for my tomahawk, as I tip-toe over
to the buffalo. Raise my tomahawk slowly over the buffalo's neck, when
suddenly, like a bolt of lightning from the sky, I see it."
"See what?" says Pocayenta.
"I've brought the dairy tomahawk!"
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