Dip the Apple
| September 28, 2011I ask a few people.
“I have to think about it” says Sima let’s call her.
Sima’s son came home for Shabbos she explains — “not a usual event as he’s been busy a good few years trying to take a taste of the ‘other side.’
“It wasn’t one of those sob scenes where boy comes home after three years” she clarifies. “He comes home regularly. What was unusual was that this time he came home ‘to keep Shabbos.’
“It was easy for him to get into the swing of Shabbos. The food served with honor. The glow of Shabbos candles. It was as if his whole body could finally relax and let go of the tension he’d been holding onto for the last years.
“I gave him extra fish extra chicken extra everything” Sima says. “He listened to divrei Torah with thirst.”
Then something happened.
He started to get very nervous and fidgety.
“Ima” he said taking Sima aside. “I can’t do it.”
“Do what?” she asked her heart dropping inside from its newfound heights to its old depths.
“I can’t not smoke” he told her. “I want to keep Shabbos but I don’t know if I can not smoke.”
“I didn’t know how to answer that look of torn desperation in his eyes” she tells me.
“Does it mean” he asked her in all innocence “that if I can’t not smoke I have to throw all of Shabbos away? That I have to drive in a car and watch movies?”
“For sure not this much I know” Sima told him.
“I don’t know if I said the right thing” she now tells me “but I told him ‘Look we can do what we can but just the way in which you want so badly not to throw Shabbos away is the sweetest nachas I’ve ever tasted.’
“And at that moment” she says “I knew why we dip the apple in the honey and why honey the sweetest food comes from a nonkosher insect that stings.”
I phone a chacham in Tzfas and ask the two questions about dipping the apple and the bee.
He answers first about dipping the apple as it says a chacham answers the first question first.
“Sometimes we don’t recognize the sweetness in our life. All of our challenges are all blessings. We always have to be on the upswing we have to keep going upwards sweet we make sweeter.”
As far as the bee is concerned: “Honey is not produced by the bee but passes through it. Our challenges in life are there to pass through us to bring out our sweetness.”
I share the story of the boy who came to his mother about the smoking.
The fact that this son comes to his mother to ask what to do about the smoking is so sweet. How we interpret it makes it even sweeter.
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