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In G-d's House

 

Dear Friends,

I’m sitting on my EL AL flight, with some time on my hands and looking for a good distraction from the kid yelling across the aisle. How long can I keep my noise canceling headphones on??

So I decided to mix it up a little this week and take a little poetic license for this week's article. Here goes:


IN G-D’S HOUSE 

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Do you see what you see
And decide accordingly? 
Is the “reality” of reality your reality?
Are you guided by your eyes?
Or can you visualize 
That sometimes what you see is just a disguise?

To see what your eyes don’t see
Is vision
In vision lives a story 
A past, a future, that tell the story of now
And how you’re in it somehow 
Not by chance
But by Providence

On this Shabbos Chazon
G-d grants us vision
Of His house 
Suspended in Heaven
Waiting to descend 

This vision may not be one your eyes can see
It appears on a different frequency 
Open your soul and you’ll see it
Open your heart and you’ll feel it

Here you are now in G-d’s House

In G-d’s house
You feel safe, secure, healed
No need for coverups, for secrets concealed

In G-d’s house
Redemptive energy fills your being 
You feel free to let go of ego
You are free of hate, jealousy, insecurity
You and me and he and she are happy to just be

In G-d’s house
You are one, you are whole
You are soul 

In G-d’s house
You see your place at His table 
Surrounded by souls and stories of the past
Humbled, you realize you are part of something so vast

In G-d’s house
You hear heartfelt songs of yearning 
And joyous songs of returning 
A symphony of souls sing in harmony 
These are your people
This is your family 

In G-d’s house
There is only love and there is only light
Peaceful vibes surround you, no reason to fight

In G-d’s house you matter 
Your never go unnoticed 
In G-d’s house there’s no shame
No reason to hide  
It’s where you can be you 
Fully present and alive 

And G-d’s house
Is on it’s way down
Soon enough it’ll be
The only game in town

Let’s start living now 
Like it’s already here 
‘Cause that’s what vision looks like 
Until G-d’s house will appear. 

So, be the best you 
And do all you can do
Your one Mitzvah, may be the one more Mitzvah  
For exiles’ walls to fall 

And when Moshiach comes, there you’ll be 
Walking proud, standing tall.



Good Shabbos and Shabbat Shalom,
Rabbi Ruvi New

 

In Their Names: A Reflection on Justice, Speech, and Sacred Memory

This week’s double Torah portion, Matos-Massei, speaks to two of life’s most sacred powers: the words we speak, and the paths we walk.

In Parshas Matos, the Torah teaches us that speech is not casual — it is covenantal.

“He shall not break his word; he shall do all that he uttered.” (Bamidbar 30:3)

Words can heal or harm. They can build lives or, tragically, take them apart.

This week, that truth was brought painfully into focus as the nation watched the sentencing of Bryan Kohberger, accused of the horrific murder of four university students in Idaho. In that courtroom, victims’ families had the chance to speak — and they did so with unimaginable strength and raw honesty.

  • One survivor, Bethany Funke, described her daily terror and decision to “live for them.”
     

  • Alivea Goncalves, Kaylee’s sister, looked Kohberger in the eye and declared: “No one is impressed by you. No one thinks you’re important.”
     

  • Kim Kernodle, Xana’s aunt, added through tears: “I forgive you, because I can no longer live with that hate in my heart.”

And then, came a moment of chilling clarity. The judge, addressing Kohberger directly, said: 

“Perhaps it’s better we don’t hear from the defendant.”

That line felt eerily aligned with Matos. When speech becomes manipulative, dishonest, or corrosive, sometimes the holiest thing we can do is to be silent — to not give darkness another platform. In Judaism, not every voice deserves a microphone. Sacred silence, too, can be a vessel of truth.

It’s a kind of silence that emerges when truth is absent, when speech would only deepen the desecration. The judge’s words remind us: not all silence is empty. Sometimes, silence is the only space where dignity can breathe.

Parshas Masei recounts the journeys of the Israelites — 42 stops from Egypt to the Promised Land. Each journey held meaning. Some were triumphant, others were places of loss. And so too, we name and remember:

🕯 Kaylee Goncalves
🕯 Madison Mogen
🕯 Xana Kernodle
🕯 Ethan Chapin

Four lives. Four worlds. May their memories be for a blessing.

All of this comes during the Three Weeks, a time in the Jewish calendar when we mourn the destruction of the Beis HaMikdash — the Holy Temple, which our sages say was lost because of baseless hatred. The journey back must begin with intentional love, justice, and accountability.

Judaism does not require the families of victims to forgive. But it does encourage us — in time — to transform pain into purpose, and memory into light. The journey forward will not be easy for the victims’ families. Nor should it be. Judaism does not demand they “move on.” But it does invite them — in time — to move forward. To build, to love, and to speak in a way that lifts the names of their loved ones higher with each passing year.

Let us be inspired to choose our words wisely, walk our journeys with meaning, and honor the sacred lives that were taken too soon.

May their souls have the highest ascent,
May their families find comfort,
And may we be among those who bring healing to a broken world.

With prayers for peace, justice, and redemption,
Good Shabbos and Shabbat Shalom,

Rabbi Ruvi New
Boca Beach Chabad

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Zos Chukas HaTorah – The Etched Connection


This week’s Parsha, Chukas, opens with the words “Zos Chukas HaTorah” — “This is the statute of the Torah.” The term Chukah refers to a category of mitzvot that transcend rational explanation. Unlike Mishpatim (civil laws), which make logical sense, or Eidus (testimonial laws), which commemorate pivotal spiritual events (like Shabbat and Passover), Chukim require a deeper kind of commitment. They call upon us to serve and connect with G-d not because we understand, but because our connection runs deeper than understanding. It’s etched — engraved — into our very soul.

In this light, Chukas gives expression to the deepest level of our relationship with Hashem. While logic and memory are significant, they are ultimately surface-level. The essence of a Jew’s bond with G-d transcends explanation. It is unshakeable and eternal — engraved rather than written.

The same is true in our relationships with each other, especially in marriage. At its entry level, love is often built on reason: mutual attraction, shared goals, common values — the Mishpatim of marriage. But the moment we stand under the chuppah, we do so in the presence of eidim — witnesses — because a marriage is not only a logical partnership; it’s a cosmic event, a spiritual unification, a sacred testimony.

But what sustains a marriage through the storms, the misunderstandings, the differences? Chukah. That supra-rational layer of commitment that says: “Even when I don’t understand you, I will still show up. I will still care. I will still be present, supportive, and safe.” It’s the soul-level connection — Zos Chukas HaTorah — this is the essence of Torah, and of a true marriage.

This week, I traveled to Los Angeles for my niece’s wedding. The joy of witnessing two souls unite under the chuppah brought these ideas to life. The next day, Ahuva and I took a walk along Venice Beach. As we strolled the boardwalk, I noticed a large green arrow painted on the path. Inside it, in big letters, it read: “It is not anti-Semitic to say F… Israel.”

I was stunned. Disgusted. Outraged. I found myself wishing I had a can of spray paint handy…

And yet — perspective.

We live in a time when hatred is casually painted onto sidewalks, posted on billboards, and broadcast on social media. But no matter how loud the voices, how venomous the slogans, how bold the defacement — they cannot threaten what is engraved.

Our connection to Israel, like our connection to Hashem and to each other, is not inked onto us. It is carved into the very essence of who we are. It is Chukah — deeper than logic, deeper than emotion, deeper than words. It is eternal.

Ink fades. Paint chips. Posts get deleted. But what is engraved in the soul of a Jew — and in the soul of our people — is forever.

Zos Chukas HaTorah. This is who we are.

Good Shabbos and Shabbat Shalom,

Rabbi Ruvi New


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