As the number of infections grew, the Israeli government felt their only recourse was a near-total shutdown. For the first time in the peacetime history of the country, schools were closed. The Chadarim responded in various ways to the closure; however, there was no choice for the girls in Bais Yakov. With class sizes sometimes... Read more »

As many of you remember, I spent Shabbos on October 23-24th at Hackensack Hospital. I underwent emergency back surgery on Shabbos morning. What follows is one of the many exciting encounters I had over Shabbos. Shawn, the nurse on call on Shabbos, was an amiable and helpful fellow; however, it was a bit strange when he... Read more »

A story from before Covid-19 – a look into our past. When I am not a rabbi in Passaic, I moonlight by teaching at Landers College for Women in New York. The school is just a few short blocks from the famous Central Park. The Park attracts over 42 million visitors annually. The Park affords... Read more »

Imagine I would have told you on Purim that (almost) every Shul in the world by Pesach would be shut closed? What would you have said? Imagine I told you that by Pesach, you would walk to the local grocery and not be allowed in because there are too many people inside, and they have... Read more »

Part One – Story On October 20, 1952, David Ben Gurion (1886 -1973), the Prime Minister of The State of Israel, requested a meeting to meet with the Gadol HaDor, the Chazon Ish (1878 –1953). Yitzhak Navon served as Ben Gurion’s secretary. He was the only person to accompany him at this meeting and reconstructed... Read more »

In November of 1999, Rabbi Dr. Abraham J. Twerski published a book entitled, “It’s Not As Tough At Home As You Think.” On page 2, he writes, “Earlier this century the average life span was under forty. Today it is twice that…In 1917 the flu epidemic killed hundreds of thousands of people. Today, with antibiotics and vaccines, major epidemics are rare.”

As I arrive daily at my office, I reach for my Tallis and Tefillin. After donning them, I instinctively begin to head for the Shul, but, alas, the Shul, which sits just ten feet from my office, is dark and desolate and off-limits for public davening. Sometimes I sneak into the sanctified sanctum, hoping beyond hope to see mispallelim fill the tables with their siddurim and seforim