I Was Cold

I’m Cold

Just hearing the word Noach makes me want to cuddle up in a warm sweater, and wrap a wool scarf around my neck.

The winter is here, I’m cold. The clock is going to change, leaving me in the dark at ten to five in the afternoon.

I get home and look at the Parsha, it’s even more depressing. The water, the flood, the destruction. I guess that will make for a gloomy weekend.

Until I open the Torah Or.

“Great waters will not be able to extinguish the love and rivers wont be able to wash it away”. I hear the Alter Rebbe explain: the water – the distractions, the coldness, cannot extinguish the flame of love burning in the soul. The waters? They intensify the fiery love. The force of the river forces the soul to intensify it’s flames.

Just as the waters of the flood lifted Noach’s ark so do our floods elevate our ark, our sanctuary of words of prayer and study.

I put down the Mamar, and an entire weeks worth of coldness disappears. I’ve got the warmth to make it through the winter.