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Saturday, May 11, 2013

Do You Know Who Woke Me Up This Morning?



Here’s a teenager that’s at the wrong end of doing everything right. 

He would rather look at girls than at the Gemara and that’s probably the good news as far as his eyes go these days.  His mitzvah observance wouldn’t intimidate a Reform Jew, and Shabbos is just another day of indulgence.

Unsurprisingly, he is of the opinion that Hashem doesn’t love him so his situation goes from bad to worse with the bottom close enough for reading glasses.

He’s our son, brother, nephew, cousin, uncle, grandson, friend, or neighbor and we love him. 

We can dust him off and put him on his feet, but how do we motivate him to walk in the right direction?  Fair question this, and Jonathan Rietti answers in the name of Rebbe Nachman that we start with the smallest good. 

Smallest good?

In the most messed up life there is something positive.  It may be a next to nothing that barely registers in Shomayim, but as long as it is above the line as opposed to below, we zero in on that minimum and build up from there.

You were out all night on the beach in Coney Island with your friends and ended up at an 11:30 minyan the next day at Landau’s, four hours after your minyan at the yeshiva?

Not great form to be sure, and at the appropriate time (hopefully soon) you’ll change your nocturnal activities for the better but right now look for the good and you don’t have to look far. 

You davened with a minyan at which you presumably put on tefillin, and we can extrapolate from there that you more likely than not ate a kosher breakfast which maybe in your case was lunch.

Is this not enough of a reason for Hashem to love you?

He would even settle for less.

When we say Modeh Ani in the morning we are supposed to be grateful for another lap around the track. And of course we’re grateful because when we went to sleep last night there was no guarantee that we would wake up, and Jonathan Rietti lets us hear that the fact that we did wake up shows that Hashem hasn’t given up on us.  And if Hashem hasn’t given up on us there’s still hope that there is something we can do to justify our existence.

And he then asks:

Is this not the greatest kal v’chomer in history?

If Hashem hasn’t given up hope on you how much more so should you not give up hope on yourself?

Life, however, is not one big self-esteem junket.  It’s a minefield.

So if someone (most probably yourself) tells you that you’re not good for anything, Jonathan Rietti tells us that you can say (or remind yourself):

Hey!  Wait a second!  Do you know who woke me up this morning?

I count in His eyes.