Opinion

Years ago, I heard about a man named Rabbi Meir Shuster, a fixture at the Kosel, who would scan the plaza looking for unaffiliated Jews visiting the Wall. He would approach them and politely ask them if they had the time. When they would reply, he would use that opening to gently engage them and convince them to attend classes about Judaism. It was said that he was the catalyst for bringing countless Jews back to their faith.

It’s ingrained in our psyche: Fall back and spring forward (or is it fall forward and spring back?). Whatever it is, we have become accustomed to changing the time on our clocks twice a year – though each time we change we can’t seem to figure out if we’re gaining or losing sleep, but somehow, we figure it out in the end. But all that may soon be a thing of the past.

Before I went to Eretz Yisrael a few months ago, I was reminded a few times to make sure to take along a few outlet adapters. The shape of the outlets in Eretz Yisrael is different from the shape of our outlets, and an American plug will not fit into an Israeli outlet.

Like every Yom Tov, Pesach is beautiful and unique. But the road to Pesach must pass through Erev Pesach.

Erev Pesach isn’t just a day. In fact, it’s not even limited to a specific time. It becomes a mindset and an encompassing way of life.

One morning recently, I was standing in shul, davening, when I noticed the open siddur of the fellow sitting in front of me. It was open to the prayer of Ahavah Rabbah, recited prior to Sh’ma. It caught my eye because some of the words were highlighted: “Place in our hearts to understand and to discern, to hear, to learn, to teach, to safeguard, to perform, and to fulfill all the words of Your Torah with love.”

Mark Twain once quipped, “When I was a boy of 14, my father was so ignorant I could hardly stand to have the old man around. However, when I got to be 21, I was astonished at how much he had learned in just seven years.”