Tisha B’Av

On this page are inspiring teachings and thoughts from our Sages and Torah leaders of today. May they move you to higher levels of consciousness and closeness to HKBH on this day that all of Israel comes together to sit and reflect on our painful journey.



During the nine day period leading up to Tisha B’Av, we contemplate and mourn over the destruction of the Temple. Yet, since the Temple was lost some 2000 years ago, it is hard for us to grasp exactly what we lost.

After the destruction of the Temple and subsequent exile of the People of Israel to Babylon, HaShem appeared to Ezekiel the prophet, and revealed to him the awesome holiness of the Temple. HaShem told Ezekiel to describe the Temple to the People of Israel, in order to inspire them to return to HaShem.

The Temple was a microcosm of the universe. The energy center of the Temple was the Kadosh HaKadashim – the Holy inner sanctum. The Kadosh HaKadashim corresponds to man, himself. That is, just as man is the central purpose of creation, so too, the Holy inner sanctum, relates to the unique holiness of man.

During the duration of our existence in the material realm, the light of our soul is eclipsed by earthliness. The special quality of the Temple was its “conscious-heightening” function. Whoever entered the domain of the Temple became immediately aware of the powerful holiness of his or her own soul. Through the holiness of the Temple, our own intrinsic holiness was awakened and elevated. The holy stature of our soul illuminated with its true light, like a glorious sun and a radiant angel on high.

This self-awareness is what we lost – the very essence of who we are! To lose the Temple is to lose our  true sense of self. Whereas its re-establishment is the foundation of our very life, identity, joy, wisdom and strength!

May we reflect on this wonderful quality of the Temple – to know and enrich ourselves – and yearn for its immediate return.

[Based on Mishnat L’Rebbe Aaron Cutler]




From Aish.com

Why Jerusalem Matters
by Rabbi Shraga Simmons

For millennium of exile, Jews always turned toward Jerusalem. What memory were they eager to preserve?

Jerusalem has no strategic significance. It has no commercial or industrial importance, and it is not a cultural center.

How has this ancient city, unimportant as it appears, crept to the heart of contention between Israel and the Palestinians over the future of the land of Israel? Why should we care what happens to Jerusalem?

We need to begin by understanding the importance of memory. Memory isn’t history or dead memorabilia. By defining the past memory creates the present. Repression of memory creates mental disease. Health comes from memory’s recovery. Dictators consolidate power by altering memory. Stalin airbrushed Trotsky and Bukharin out of photographs. Revisionists deny the Holocaust ever happened. Why does it matter?

In Hebrew, the word for man is “zachar.” The word for memory is “zecher.” Man is memory. People who suffer memory loss through illness or accident don’t just misplace their keys. They lose their selves. They become lost and adrift in time, because without memory, the current moment has no context, and no meaning.

When the Jews were first exiled from Jerusalem, King David said, “If I forget you Jerusalem, let my right hand lose its strength. Let my tongue cling to my palate if I fail to recall you, if I fail to elevate Jerusalem above my highest joy.” The memory of Jerusalem somehow is linked to our current vigor as a people. But how? What is the memory of Jerusalem, and what does it contribute to who we are?

London comes from a Celtic word which means “a wild and wooded town.” Cairo is an anglicized version of the Arab name for Mars, the Roman god of war. Paris is named for the Paris of Greek myth, who was asked by the gods to choose between love, wisdom, and power. He chose love ― the love of Helen of Troy.

The Talmud says Jerusalem was named by God. The name has two parts: Yira, which means “to see,” and shalem, which means “peace.”

Jerusalem was the place of Abraham’s sacrifice of Isaac, and Abraham said of Jerusalem, “This is the place where God is seen.”

Elsewhere, God is a theory, but in Jerusalem, God is seen, and felt, as a tangible presence. In Jerusalem we reach beyond the frailty and vulnerability of our lives, and we sense and strive for transcendence. Elsewhere we grope for insight. In Jerusalem we anticipate clarity. Paris may be for lovers, but Jerusalem is for visionaries.

Jerusalem is a metaphor for a perfected world, and it gives us perspective on our lives. When Aldous Huxley said, “we have each of us our Jerusalem,” he meant much more than a temporal city of taxi cabs and traffic jams. He meant a vision of what life might be.

The vision of life’s promise is one we surrender at our peril, because it gives us the will to live. In exile for two thousand years Jews said “Next year in Jerusalem,” and amidst poverty and oppression they preserved the dream of a world in which love and justice, not power and self-interest, would be the currency men live by.

Part of the name Jerusalem is “vision.” The other part of the name is peace, but the peace of Jerusalem is not the absence of strife. Jerusalem has rarely known anything but strife. The peace of Jerusalem is the peace at the center of the spokes of a wheel, where opposing forces may be delicately balanced and reconciled.

The Talmud says that creation began in Jerusalem, and the world radiated outward from this place. Medieval maps show Jerusalem at the epicenter of Asia, Europe, and Africa. The world flows into this spot, and all life’s forces resonate here. From this place, the whole world is cast into perspective.

Jerusalem, the center, which gives perspective to the rest of the world. Jerusalem where God is seen. Jerusalem the perfected world. Humanity has long understood that he who controls Jerusalem controls the world’s memory. He controls the way God is seen. He controls the way life’s forces are cast into perspective. He controls the way we collectively see our future.

Once the Temple Mount was the highest point in the city of Jerusalem, but in the year 135, Roman slaves carried away the dirt of the mountain, and turned it into the valley we now look down on from the Old City. The Romans expelled Jews from Jerusalem and barred them from reentering on pain of death. Jewish life, they proclaimed, has now ended.

The Crusaders rewrote Jerusalem’s importance, the center no longer of Jewish national drama, but the site of the passion and death of Jesus. Like the Romans they expelled Jews, and destroyed synagogues.

The Muslims came after, and as those before them rewrote the memory of Jerusalem, expelling Jews and Christian. They systematically built mosques on every Jewish holy site. They airbrushed the past.

In rewriting the history of Jerusalem each of these cultures rewrote our place, the Jewish place, in history. They consigned us, they believed, to the dust bin of history ― a once great people, now abandoned by God; bypassed by time.

But Jews preserved Jerusalem as a memory. When we built our houses we left a square unplastered, and we broke a glass at weddings in memory of Jerusalem. From all over the world we turned and prayed toward Jerusalem, and because memory was kept alive, the Jewish people lived.

When Jerusalem was liberated, time was conflated. The past became present. What we had longed for became ours. What we had dreamed of became real, and soldiers wept because an adolescent Mediterranean country suddenly recovered a memory lost for 2000 years. The past was instantly present, incredibly, transcendentally, transforming who we knew ourselves to be.

Who are we? We are not despised and impoverished itinerants, surviving on the fickle goodwill of other nations. We are not a nation of farmers recovering swamps, nor of warriors ― though when we need to be we are all these things.

We are a nation of priests and of prophets, a light unto mankind. We taught the world “to beat their swords into plowshares,” “to love your neighbor as yourself,” equality before justice, and that admiration belongs not to the rich and powerful, but to the good, the wise, and the kind. Hitler said, “The Jews have inflicted two wounds on humanity: Circumcision on the body and conscience on the soul.” How right he was and how much more we have to do. How tragic when we fail ourselves.

Already divided by language, by geography, and even by religion, our people is bound only by threads of memory and of hope. These threads are exquisitely fragile. If they sever we will fragment, and the long and bitter exile of our people ― not yet fully ended, is consequence, says the Talmud, of the dissensions which sunder us from one another.

To this threat, Jerusalem provides counterpoint, for Jerusalem embodies our memories and hopes. Jerusalem is a living memory, a vision of God in our lives, an image of a perfected world. Jerusalem gives us the strength to achieve what we as a people must do, to unite ourselves, and to sanctify this world.

This is why Jerusalem matters.





Oh! Oh! How much deep psychic pain I feel at the indignities visited on my Beloved Holy Temple and my nation and my Holy land.

How much cruelty and suffering was inflicted on both the bodies and soul consciousness of this beautiful, Divinely chosen nation that bears G-d’s name.

And where was I, all the years when I didn’t know of Tisha B’Av? Didn’t know of Beit HaMikdash? Didn’t know of Eretz HaKodesh….our precious Holy Land? And even more sadly, I didn’t know of our purpose as a nation. What was I doing that was so IMPORTANT?  

Alas, I had forgotten about spiritual strivings. I had forgotten what is truly worthwhile and praiseworthy in my life as a Jew.

I literally forgot my name; Jewish woman, chosen of G-d, Woman of Valor! Foundation of the Jewish home!

I was seeking glory in transient and inconsequential matters.

I was safe and content in my trappings of comfort and style.

I was secure in my pay check and patterns of existence….why rock the boat of superficial happiness?

And all that time, G-d and the Jewish nation and the Holy Land were calling to me and I COULDN’T HEAR. How Sad is that?

I scream out!!!! I swear I didn’t know the truth…no one ever told me!

I didn’t know the truth; Can you imagine? I was robbed of my identity and stuffed full of lies and acquisitions like jewelry and titles and fancy clothes and all the things which are somehow supposed to fill the empty place in my being called SOUL !

Skewed values jammed my spiritual receiver! I bought the lies because I was honestly afraid of Truth……afraid of conflict….afraid of being the REAL ME….that soul spirit, wonder woman of my inner dreams who possessed great wisdom and light. Maybe I thought she was just a dream….not really real…..I didn’t know for sure….so I hid from her…played hide and seek! I was A GREAT PRETENDER!

I was completely out of touch with the scope of my virtual, limitless spiritual capacity to suffuse the world with my soul light. I weep from the destruction because NOW I know that I am needed by my nation. I weep soulful sobs of discontentment and heartache that in not knowing the truth…..and not becoming a truth seeker, I have perpetuated the destruction of our nation who bears the name of G-d! BY not claiming and cleaving to my identity as a Jewish woman, I had dimmed my light…weakened my soul essence and strength…diluted it with waters of superficiality. AND FOR WHAT?

But alas, like the redemption the Jewish nation holds onto and dreams of and awaits with all its might; somehow a miracle of epic dimension occurred and my own personal redemption came into being. Somehow that hidden spark called the Pintele Yid was ignited and my soul radar was alerted and received the signal. Once the signal connected to the inner receiver, my soul came to life. And for this I cry….buckets of tears of gratitude!


And for this I cry, because my soul sees that so many of our beloved Jewish nation are missing; so many souls are confused and wandering in foreign lands; not knowing the truth of their purpose and destiny.

But I know the truth I say to each of you. I was lost but now I am found and I am home and THERE’S NO PLACE LIKE HOME! THERE IS NO PLACE LIKE HOME! You are one of a Kind and there is no one like you to do YOUR part. PLEASE HELP STOP THE DESTRUCTION! IT IS TOO DEVASTATING.


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