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    FIRST TIME – EVERY TIME

    Parshas Beha’aloscha opens with HaShem
    instructing Moshe to speak to Aaron
    regarding the lighting of the menorah. A
    task that Aaron, as Kohen Gadol, was
    honored with.
    “Va’yaas kein Aaron, And Aaron did so…”
    (Bamidbar 8:3)
    Rashi expounds on this pasuk, “Lehagid
    sh’vocho shel Aaron, shelo shina, To praise
    Aaron, that he didn’t change.”
    Do we need to praise Aaron for adhering to
    HaShem’s mitzvos? Would we expect
    anything different from Aaron HaKohein?
    Shelo shina, that he didn’t change. Both the
    Kotzker Rebbe and the Vila Gaon teach
    that Rashi is referring to Aaron’s mindset,
    his attitude upon lighting the menorah. The
    greatness of Aaron was that he was able to
    maintain the same fervor and anticipation,
    the same love and dedication, in lighting
    the menorah the first time, as well as the
    hundredth time, and even the thousandth
    time.

    No matter how many years passed, Aaron
    didn’t change. Torah and mitzvos never
    became routine and stale for him, but was
    always seen as a z’chus, a special merit, an
    honored privilege. For thirty-nine years,
    Aaron lit the menorah with passion and
    enthusiasm.
    “Mi ya’aleh b’har HaShem, Who will
    ascend onto HaShem’s mountain, U’mi
    yakum bimkom kod’sho, And who will
    stand in His holy place.” (Tehillim 24:3)
    While it’s certainly virtuous and worthy to
    reach the “mountain of HaShem”, it is
    something else to stand on the mountain, to
    maintain a high level of spirituality. Aaron
    was not only able to climb the mountain,
    but he stayed there. He lived a life of
    kedusha, passionate about his commitment
    in both thought and action.
    It was Motzoei Shavuos. A friend shared
    that she went to shul on Yom Tov to say
    Yizkor for a parent. “I wanted to cry… to
    feel the loss… to be inspired…” She sighed
    and lamented how the tears never came.
    I thought back to davening with my zeide,
    HaRav Avraham Jungreis, zt”l. While I

    never heard Zeide’s
    Yizkor, (which I’m

    sure was heart-
    wrenching), I did

    have the z’chus to
    hear Zeide’s Yom
    Kippur davening.
    Zeide’s Asarah
    Harugei Malchus,
    the tefilla of the Ten
    Martyrs, each
    martyr a great, all
    brutally murdered
    during the era of
    Roman rule. Zeide would say the tefilla
    slowly, filled with emotion. He would cry
    between each word, pausing to truly feel
    the pain of our leaders who were so
    viciously slaughtered. While I couldn’t see
    Zeide’s face during davening, his tears and
    inner pain, his anguish were very palpable.
    I thing of our davening. While there are
    those amongst us who cry during Yizkor,

    all-to-often our words become mechanical-
    like, said by rote. At times, as we daven –

    myself included – our minds are distracted,
    our thoughts flying in a hundred
    directions. We are living in a culture that
    multi-tasks, and it affects our thought
    process, taking a toll on our davening.
    How right my friend is. The tears, the
    cries are missing. From the time I hear
    the bang on the table and the call of
    Yizkor, until the tefilla is over, I am not
    quite able to finish. I need more time to
    think, to feel, to cry, to be in the moment.
    The parsha reminds us of the power of
    Aaron. The emotions he experienced the
    first time of lighting the menorah
    remained with him as he lit day after day,
    week after week, month after month,
    year after year.
    As it is with mitzvos that bring joy, so it
    should be with those that recall pain. The
    loss felt the first time saying Yizkor
    should be felt every time. We must make
    an extra effort for our tefillos to be said
    with proper kavanna, deep concentration,
    with each and every word thought out.
    Davening should not be an exercise in
    speed-reading.
    Beha’aloscha…. Aaron lit the menorah.
    Typically, we use the word le’hadlik, to
    light. Why the term beha’aloscha,
    meaning when you go up? While Aaron
    would physically go up steps to light the

    menorah, there is yet a deeper
    understanding. Aaron seized the
    opportunity to elevate his spiritual self. A
    message to us. A life committed to Torah
    and mitzvos gives us the power “la’alos”,
    to elevate ourselves. HaShem gives us
    many, many opportunities each day. Take
    hold of a mitzvah and make it yours. Use it
    to elevate your very being.
    The lessons of Aaron HaKohein live on
    with us. We light candles. Shabbos candles,
    Yom Tov candles, Chanukah candles. We
    also light candles at times of sadness.
    Yizkor and yahrtzeit candles, a ner
    neshama. Flames that all symbolize the
    spiritual connection between man and
    HaShem.
    As we light, in a small way we bring the
    kedusha of the Bais HaMikdash into our
    own homes, creating a Mikdash Me’at”, a
    sanctuary in miniature. We daven that we
    follow in the footsteps of Aaron, and keep
    every mitzva with the same enthusiasm as
    the first time.
    As the war in Eretz Yisroel continues, it’s
    easy to become complacent, to get used to
    the news. More lives are being lost, and so
    many are still being held hostage. But we
    must go back to October 7. Though it is
    now more than eight months later, the fresh
    pain and anguish we felt upon hearing of
    the unspeakable atrocities committed on
    that brutal day, should be no greater than
    the agony and heartache we feel upon
    hearing of every additional loss of life, of
    severed limbs, of families torn apart by
    tragedy and suffering.
    We should continue to daven, to storm the
    gates of Heaven with the same fervor and
    intensity, and surely HaShem will respond
    with yeshuos and refuos, and with the
    besoros tovos that all of us – collectively
    and individually – so desperately yearn for.