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Bchasdei Hashem BIG news, 
The new campaign "Please, Talk in Shul'' is in full swing.
We are off to an exciting start, and many are asking about the program.
If you are intrested in getting the program into your school, shul, please email 
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Join us and sign up by signing the guest book to make a קבלה בלי נדר not to talk from the beginning of  תפילה till the end of תפילה
You may also make a קבלה בלי נדר not to use a cell phone during the entire תפילה
Bahava Eli Nasson 
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This whole campaign is for
***Liluy Nishamas Mintza bas R' Shimshon Mordechai HaLevi***
***Liluy Nishamas Reuven ben EzraAaron Shalom ben Naftali Heretzka Yisrael***
and for a refuah shleima Chaya Raizel bas Dena (read below her amazing inspirational story) after you read what we are doing if you would like to be a part of this campaign and can donate or help us raise money click here tizku lmitzvos. Refuah Shleima to Avrahama Chaya Leah bas Gita. To add a name and to make a heartfel donation click here. 

There are many great seforim to help one improve their tfilah to get close to Hashem.

1. Praise my Soul-Rav Avigdor Miller zt"l

2. Gates of Prayer- Rav Shimshon David Pinkus zt"l.

3. Praying with Fire- Rabbi Heshy Kleinman a five minute lesson a day. We will be starting IY"H a call in conference  to disscuss and learn this together, and improve in our tfilah. Details to follow. If you have interest in joing please email us at divreichizuk1@aol.com and we will be in contact with you.

Please go out and buy these seforim we are starting a teleconference learning chaburah using these seforim in the near future BE"H,

to help improve ones sincere tfilah. Liluy Nishmas Aaron Shalom ben Naftali Heretzka Yisrael z'l a special young boy who returned his pure neshama back to Hashem. May his neshma have an aliyah and may he be a source of chizuk to his parents, siblings, family, friends, and all of Klal Yisrael. 


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Below is a good thing to do as you daven with kavana

This was in the QJL paper 8-3-16
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This was in the QJL paper 8-10-16

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Rav Kaliver's son gives brach and says
"hope you have many customers 

Gabi of Rav Kaliver looking at bookmark

Rav Kaliver's Gabi looking at the
Please Talk in Shul Bookmark 


 Chazal say (Bava Metzia 59a), “Every gate has been locked shut except for the gates of tears.”
 Rabbi Elazar said “From the day that the Temple was destroyed, the gates of prayer closed, as it says ‘Yea, when I cry and call for help, He shuts out my prayer.’ (Lamentations)

And even though the gates of prayer are closed, the gates of tears are not closed, as it says ‘Hear my prayer, O LORD, and give ear unto my cry; you will not be silent at my tears' (Tehillim 39:13)
 Rav Shraga Moishe Kalmanowitz, ztl, (Rosh Yeshiva of the Mir, Brooklyn) says that there are two ways to open a gate, either with the right key, or with an axe that breaks down the gate. Tears are like axe that burst through the gate. 

The Master Key- A Broken Heart, heartfelt tfilah, tears.

 The Baal Shem says: "In a king's palace there are hundreds of rooms, and on the door of each room there is a different lock that requires a special key to open it. But there is a master key which can open all the locks. That is a broken heart. When a person sincerely breaks his heart before Hashem his prayers can enter through all the gates and into all the rooms of the celestial palace of Hashem." (Or Yesharim) 
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Please continue to daven for Chaya Raizel bas Dena for a complete speedy refuah shleima. 
A sincere and heartfelt t'filah has the power to reach the kisay HaKavod , Hashem's holy throne. Don't stop praying, David HaMelech says in tehillim if one prays to Hashem and was not answered then pray again, ask again, beg again, just don't stop. Hashem loves to hear from you. 

I must share an amazing amazing story that occurred today 8-1-16!! This is all true. There's a girl Raquel Martone from the five towns. Some of you might know her. Now she's Katz She has twin girls who are 4 and decided to finally take a vacation basically for the first time since they were born. She never wanted to leave them. While in Miami the first week of June she suddenly fainted one afternoon with no forewarning and then went into a coma. Her husband and family were beside themselves! The doctors were baffled and couldn't understand what had made it all happen. After a week of sitting with her in the Miami hospital they transferred her to New York so they could all do round the clock rotation closer to home. Weeks and weeks went by. Nothing changed except that her condition deteriorated bit by bit. Her in laws Katz from Baltimore had the girls. And her parents sat by her all the time. This week they decided that 40 women would go together to the Queens cemetery that has R Yaakov Kaminetsky, R Henoch Lebowitz, R Yaakov Yosef, R Reuven Grozofsky Etc a lot of great gedolim and they would daven there together. They asked R Paysach Krohn to come and lead them in Tefillah. Today was the day!!! And much more than 40 women showed. R Krohn spoke a few minutes and then led them in Tehillim And they started davening with real intensity and fervor. It was emotional for everyone. And suddenly Mrs Martone's cell phone rang! It was her son in law. Raquel who was on a respirator and a trach had just woken up!!! Everyone was crying! R Krohn was speechless. My mothers close friend Chaya Czermak was there. She said she it was a sight not to be believed. She called my mother on the spot. My mother said you could hear the crying and excitement of everyone thru the phone!! This is true!! It happened today. click here to read more and watch a very inspirational video from Rav Pesach Krohn from davening at the kevorim of the tzadikim.


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Below are inspirational stories tthat help in davening(praying) with feelings: If you would like to add your story or have a story to share, please email us at divreichizuk1@aol.com. 
1. There was once a lady sittng by her dying child.  She was crying and pouring her heart out to Hashem.  She heard that a holy rav had come to town.  She asked her husband to go and get a bracha (blessing) from him.  The man got up and went to the rav.  After explaining his urgency to the gabbai (rav's attendant), he was told to sit and wait while the gabbai went into the rav to let him know.  The gabbai knocked and opened the door to the rav's study.  The rav immediately signaled him to leave.  The gabbai went back to the man and told him to wait.  An hour passed.  The man again pleaded with the gabbai, telling him, "my child can already be dead.  Please, please help me."  the gabbai went back to the rav's study and was again signaled to wait.  The gabbai returned to the man and told him again to wait.  In the meantime, back home, the mother was still pouring her heart out to hashem.  A short time later, the rav's study door flew opened.  The rav excitedly came out and told the man that everything is okay, the child is fine, and that he should go home.  The rabbi said, "your wife's simple tefilos just reached the heavenly throne (kisei hakavod). The man was so startled, he thanked the rav, and ran home.  The gabbai asked the rav to explain what just happened.  The rav told the gabbai , "I saw up in shamayim that the baby was destined to die and there was nothing to be done, but because of the mother's simple tefilah, the decree was changed.  Hashem desires our simple faith in him, to believe that he can do anything.  The lady said with sincerity, "please, Hashem, look down at my baby.  See how much he is suffering.  Please help him.  That simple tefilah changed the decree. The child grew up and lived a long life with Hashem,torah and mitzvot. Lichvod Klal Yisrael remeber a simple t'filah can change the decree.

2. Prayer is for everyone - even if it is your first time.


Rav Binyomin Pruzansky told the story of a mother who was on a deserted beach in Tiberias watching her two daughters, aged 10 and 8, playing in the water.  As she watched them splashing around, she called out warning them not to go too far into the water.  The older girl took the younger girl by the hand and moved her back away from the water, but in the process she lost her footing and was tugged by a powerful undertow.  Her mother, who did not know how to swim, watched in horror and started screaming, "Help!  Save my daughter!"


She immediately ran up to the street and stopped a passing car.  She begged the driver, a middle-aged man, to save her daughter, who was drowning in the sea.  The man ran toward the water, and started swimming forcefully and steadily toward the girl.  The mother stood at the shore crying and praying, and finally she looked up and saw the man carrying the girl toward the shore.  She breathed a sigh of relief, but was then struck by horror a split second later.  This was her younger daughter, who must have gone into the water to try to save the older girl.  The mother thanked the man for saving the younger girl, and explained that her older daughter must still be somewhere in the water.  The man looked around and saw another figure in the distance.  He swam toward her at full speed, and when he finally reached her, he saw that she was barely conscious.  He held her hand and started swimming back to the shore.


As he swam, he heard the mother shouting, "Her head!  Her head is still in the water!  Pick up her head!"  The man immediately lifted the girl's head, feeling terrible that he had been negligent and allowed the girl's head to remain underwater.


Hatzalah quickly arrived and brought the daughter to the hospital.  The mother tearfully prayed in the waiting room while the doctors struggled to bring the girl back to consciousness.  Finally, the doctor came out wearing a huge smile.


"You are the proud recipient of a miracle," he said.  "Your daughter is going to be just fine.  We just did an MRI and found that her brain activity is perfectly normal. "


The woman was ecstatic.  A few weeks later, the family made a huge se'udat hoda'ah to celebrate the miracle.  The woman was able to track down the man who had saved her daughter's life, and he attended the event as the honored guest.


As he spoke, everyone in the audience listened attentively.


"I grew up on a secular kibbutz," he said.  "I never really believed in G-d, and I never really prayed.  In fact, we used to laugh at people who prayed.  We thought it was all a fairy tale.


"A few months ago, I suffered a heart attack, and I was spending some time in Tiberias as part of my recovery.  My doctor had advised me to swim every day to improve my health and get into shape, and I went swimming each day during my vacation in Tiberias.  If I hadn't gotten into such good shape, there is no way I could have been able to swim that quickly to rescue the girls.


"When I was coming back with the older girl, and I realized that I had allowed her head to remain in the water, I was devastated.  I couldn't believe I could be so negligent, and I felt so guilty.  When we got back to shore and I saw she wasn't breathing, I didn't know what to do with myself.  I felt that I caused her to lose consciousness.  I told my wife what happened and how devastated I was, and she tried calming me down, but to no avail.  I decided to do something I had never done before.  I got back into my car and drove to the beach, to the spot where the incident occurred.  With tears in my eyes, I looked up to the sky and prayed, for the first time in my life.  I said: G-d, I know I have never prayed to You before, but I need Your help.  I promise that if You save that little girl, I will never stop praying to You for the rest of my life.  Afterward, I called the hospital to find out what happened, and the nurse told me that just a moment earlier the doctors succeeded in reviving her, and they felt she would fully recover.  Hashem heard my prayers, and I will, in turn, keep my promise to continue praying and never stop."


Prayer is for everyone - even if it is your first time.

3. This song is by Abie Rotenberg and appears on the album Journeys II (1989)click here to listen.

3. In a little town somewhere in Europe
Just about a hundred years ago
Lived a simple man his name was Yankel
And this is how his story goes

Yankel couldn't learn a blatt gemara
Why he barely knew to read and write
Deep in his heart he loved to do the mitzvos
But somehow he never seemed to get things right

He didn't know his brachos, couldn't say shma by heart
He'd daven shmoneh esray with his feet spread wide apart
Everyone would laugh and snicker when he passed them by in shul
Here comes Yankel am ha'aretz could there be a bigger fool

All the children would make fun of Yankel
Teasing him as if he were a child
But he never ever lost his temper
On his face there was always a smile

Now the Rabbi tried to learn with Yankel
So the young man would know how to cope
In one ear but then out the other
The Rabbi gave up there simply was no hope

His ivreh was atrocious, the place he'd always lose
He'd show up on Yom Kippur wearing shiny polished shoes
Everyone would laugh and snicker when he passed them by in shul
Here comes Yankel am ha'aretz could there be a bigger fool

Stubborn Yankel he just kept on trying
They all told him it's a hopeless cause
But he kept saying one day I'll know how to
Learn the torah and keep its laws

Now one night the Rabbi fell asleep in shul
Only to wake up when he heard a sigh
It was Yankel by the aron kodesh
And there were teardrops running from his eyes

He was saying "Master of the world I know you hear my prayer
And I accept my fate in life your judgments always fair
Yet one thing I must ask you, where else am I to turn
Could I not serve you so much more if I knew how to learn?"

The rabbi sent Yankel to learn in yeshiva
They all thought he'd lost his sanity
He'll be back in a week for certain
All the Rabbi said was wait and see

Yankel's now a famous scholar it just took a few short years
For the gates of heaven never close, they never close for tears
And everyone stands to shake his hand as he passes them in shul
Here comes Yankel talmud chacham how could we have been such fools



I recently read a very emotional and well written story in the December, 1998 edition of the Jewish Observer, p.47. It was entitled "Jump Start, Delay, and a Siyum Mishnayos". Just thinking about the story brings tears to my eyes, which is why I decided to write about "The Power Of Tears".

I know I got you all psyched up about the story in the Jewish Observer, but please be patient. I will get to it in due time. First I want to refer you to the wonderful Artscroll translation on Kinnos of Tisha B'AV by Rabbi Avrohom Chaim Feuer.

In part of his Overview, (xii-xiii) he brings an interesting conversation which occurred between the Greek philosopher Plato and lehavdil elef havdolos, the prophet Yirmayahu after the destruction of the Beis HaMikdash.

Plato met Yirmayahu at the Temple Mount weeping bitterly over the Temple ruins. Plato asked him two questions.

1) How is it befitting for such a preeminent sage in Israel and such intellectual stature, to cry over a building which is really no more than a pile of sticks and stones?

2) The building is already in ruins, what good will your tears do now? Why cry over the past?

Yirmayahu responded by asking Plato if as a renowned philosopher, he had any perplexing questions. Plato recited a long list of complicated questions, whereupon Yirmiyahu, humbly and quietly, solved them in a few brief sentences. Plato was dumbfounded. He could not believe that any mortal man could be so wise.
"All of this profound wisdom I derived from those 'sticks and stones' and that is why I'm crying. As for why I'm crying over the past, this I can't tell you because you will not be able to understand the answer."
Rav Lopian (Lev Eliyahu, I Shevivei Ohr, 155) relates the Alter of Kelm's (Rav Simcha Zisel Ziv) explanation of Yirmiyahu's answer. Our tears are not for the past, rather we cry for the future. As the Gemoro Brochos 32b says that at the time of the Churban (Destruction) although all the gateways to heaven were sealed, the gateway of tears always remains open. (I once heard from Rav Shraga Moishe Kalmanowitz, ztl, (Rosh Yeshiva of the Mir, Brooklyn) that there are two ways to open a gate, either with the right key, or with an axe that breaks down the gate. Tears are like axe that burst through the gate.) Every tear we shed is collected in heaven and contributes to the reconstruction of the next Temple. This concept, which is so simple for any Jew to understand, is beyond the comprehension of a "rational" world-renowned Plato.

Further on in his overview (p. xiv) Rabbi Feuer brings the question of, if the gates of tears are never closed then why are there gates in the first place?

The Gerer Rebbe explained that although sincere tears always gain admission above, the gates were needed to shut out false tears.

Indeed, Rav Yonnoson Eibeshutz (Yaaros Devash II:11) observes that the numerical value of BECHI - weeping is equal to that of LEV- heart which is 32, because tears are meaningful only if they are sincere expressions of the heart.

You may, at this point, feel that this sicha is only for Tisha B'Av. but I refer you to p.xvii in the overview where Rabbi Feuer writes that he started to translate the kinnos on the day after Simchas Torah. He asked his rebbi, Harav Mordechai Gifter how to get into the mood after such a happy day, and Tisha B'Av so far off in the future?

Rav Gifter responded, "You are mistaken, Kinnos is not only for Tisha B'Av, they are for the entire year, except that throughout the year we recite Kinnos in a whisper, while on Tisha B'Av we shout them out loud! Whoever neglects Kinnos all year long and attempts to start reciting them on Tisha B'Av will not succeed in saying them even then, because he will recite the verses without any feeling and he will become bored. We must cry and mourn over the Churban all year long, in every season, and then our Kinnos will reach their climax of pain on Tisha B'Av!"

Rabbi Feuer (p.xiv) brings a beautiful story with Rabbi Aryeh Levin a man of rare compassion and sensitivity.

Once a distraught, recently widowed woman came to him and cried uncontrollably. All of his efforts to console her were of no avail. Finally the widow said that she would accept consolation if he could please answer the following question.

"Please tell me what happened to all of my tears? I prayed and prayed for my late husband, I recited chapter after chapter of Tehilim, and shed thousands upon thousands of tears. My very soul flowed into those tears. Were they all wasted?"

Gently, Rav Aryeh replied, "After a hundred and twenty years, when you will leave this world and ascend to the heavenly tribunal, you will see how meaningful and precious your tears were. You will discover that Hashem Himself gathered them in and counted every single teardrop and treasured it like a priceless gem. And you will discover that, whenever some harsh and evil decree was looming over the Jewish people, one of your tears came and washed the evil away, making it null and void. Even one sincere tear is a source of salvation!"

Hearing this the woman burst into a fresh flow of tears - not tears of sorrow and grief, but tears of courage and hope.

Rabbi Krohn, in "Around the Maggid's Table," p. 118 tells a moving story about the Chazon Ish-Rav Avrohom Yeshayahu Karelitz, z.t.l. and yibodel l'chaim Rav Yaacov Galinsky.

In 1950, the Chazon Ish had asked Rav Galinsky to keep his eye on a certain bochur who had left his non-religious kibbutz to learn in the Ponovezher Yeshiva in Bnei Brak. Rav Galinsky saw that this was not an isolated case. There had been a thin but steady stream of such boys coming back to Yiddishkeit (Judaism).

Rabbi Galinsky took the liberty to ask the Chazon Ish, "Why do you suppose that so many children are now coming back to Yiddishkeit, leaving behind them the ways of their non-committed parents?"

The Chazon Ish's answer took Rabbi Galinsky by surprise.

"The generation that became non-religious came from parents who were religious. These religious parents saw what was happening with their children but, for whatever reasons, they could not stop them. They cried lonely, bitter tears, they prayed, they fasted, but it was too late to stem the tide. But Hashem does not forget a Jewish tear. If those tears of sincerity did not help to save their own children, they have helped for the grandchildren and in some cases, great-grandchildren. That's the reason why these children come back to Yiddishkeit today - because Hashem doesn't forget Jewish tears."

And now, the moment you have been waiting for. I'm finally up to the Jewish Observer story that I referred to at the beginning of this sicha. (J.O. December, '98-p.47-"Jump Start, Delay, and a Siyum Mishnayos")

This story will show us a step further. That sometimes tears have a delayed reaction for the person they were addressed to. Even though, at the beginning they don't seem to have an effect, years later they can reach their mark.

The story is about a fellow who makes a Siyum Mishnayos on Shas for his father's yahrzeit on the hundredth year of his father coming to America. He retells the trials and tribulations that his father went through.

He tells how the "Goldene Medina" (Golden Land-a named ascribed to America) made his family goyim. He was the youngest of nine children. The other eight had already severed their ties with Yiddishkeit. His father's last hope was his youngest son Mordechai, who was being pressed by his father to enroll in Yeshiva College.

Finally, on the morning of his sixteenth birthday, he courageously approached his father before davening and said, "Papa, I'm not going to Yeshivah College. I'm not going to lay tefillin anymore. I'm not going to shul on Shabbos, and I'm going to be just like my brothers and my sisters and my friends."

The author continues, "The courage dropped from my hands as I lifted them up to protect myself from the expected slap....My father's eyes blazed, and he stepped toward me. Suddenly he stopped and began to plead. 'Motke, du bist die letzte - Mordechai, you're the last one. My last hope. You are not like the others. Don't say what you said. G-D forgive you, don't mean what you said.'

I was shocked to hear my father beg. Begging was not his way to deal with the family. I realized that he must be deeply wounded if he didn't attempt to hit me. I couldn't bear to see his hurt. I loved him.

'Papa, please don't make me learn to be a rabbi. I just want to be like my friends and everyone else in the family.'

'So don't be a rabbi. You can still be a good Jew-put on teffilin, stay kosher, keep Shabbos. But don't you also become a goy like the others. It's enough for me that I raise eight goyim. I don't need nine. Motke, Motke, it's enough already.'

Papa burst into tears. I also burst into tears and threw my arms around him. 'Papa, Papa, please don't cry. I don't want to hurt you. It makes no sense to me to be frum (religious), but I'll try, I'll try.'

For this sixteen-year old, the tears were soon forgotten and I went the way of my brothers and sisters, and all the other Jews charmed by America.

Later in life I remembered the tears. When my son, Shlomo Michael, who is named after my father, wrote me to tell me that he was learning at Yeshiva Ohr Somayach to learn what it means to be a Jew, I immediately flew to Jerusalem to talk him out of his nahreshkeit (foolishness). Then I remembered my father's tears.

So on this centennial of my father's coming to America and on his Yahrzeut, I want this siyum to tell America: 'America you beat us Jews bad, but you didn't win.'

And to tell my father, 'Papa, you were beaten badly, but didn't lose.' "

There is one more story about crying which I would like to retell. This is one of Rav Shalom Shwadron's, ztl. classic stories and I was privileged to hear it directly from him. (Can also be found in "Around the Maggid's Table", p..118-119.) Rav Shalom, ztl. heard it cited in the name of the Bialystoker Maggid, R' Myrim Hillel Rappaport (1870-1963). Some say that the story was first told by the Minsker Maggid, R' Binyomin Shakovitsky (1863-1938).

The Bialystoker Maggid told how he was once walking in the street and heard a faint cry coming from inside a building. No one was doing anything about it, so he decided to see what it was all about.

As he walked into the building, the crying got louder. Finally he pinpointed it to the second floor.

He found it came from an open apartment. When nobody answered his knock on the door, he went in to investigate. No one was there. But still he could hear the wailing. He finally located the wailing coming from a closet in one of the rooms.

He opened the closet door and saw that it was a tallis that was crying. The maggid, quite taken aback, looked down at the tallis and said, "Tallis'l, tallis'l, why are you crying"?

The tallis responded, "My owner and his family have all left for their summer vacation. They took their clothing, food and furniture, but they left me here alone, forsaken and forgotten."

The Bialystoker Maggid smiled at the tallis and said thoughtfully, "Tallis'l, tallis'l, don't feel bad. There will come a time when your owner will take a long trip- and you will be the only thing he will take along." (There is an almost universal Jewish custom to bury a man in the tallis he wore while he was alive).

The tallis, to the Bialystoker Maggid, represented everything that is spiritual in this world. It is that, and not material things, that man 'takes along' with him after he has lived his prescribed years on this earth.

"How wise then is the man," says Rav Shalom, "who enhances his spiritual life in this world so that he has ample 'baggage' to take along with him on his final voyage!"

In conclusion, I just want to point out- who knows how many tears our parents and grandparents shed for us. Let those tears find their mark and let us not push them to another generation. Maybe in that merit we wont have to cry for the next generation. May we merit the coming of Eliyahu and Mashiach and the fulfillment of the prophecy of Malachi 3:23-24- "Vheyshiv leiv avos al banim vleiv bonim al avosom-and he shall return the heart of parents to children and the heart of children to their parents." And the prophesy of Yishayahu 25:8 "....umacha hashem elokim dima me'al kol panim...-...may Hashem elokim wipe away tears from every face... Amen.