Question: Why is it said that I am the Lord in close proximity to the observance of the Sabbath and the Temple?
Before the excuse, with your permission, an amazing true story (quenching thirst): Thank God, I was accepted for a month of trial into the office where I really wanted to work. The salary was high and the hours were reasonable, so I could continue to study Torah for a few hours in the kollel in the afternoon and evening. At the same time, the job was very demanding, the employer was a resident of Israel, and everyone said that he did pay handsomely, but anyone who fakes a slight forgery at work is immediately kicked home...
The first week passed peacefully, by the grace of God, and the manager sent a message that he was very pleased with the handsome profits I had made, and even announced that in the second week of my work he was coming to visit. And now, on the very day the boss arrived, I failed, everyone came out to greet him, and I was left alone in the office, answering the phones, trying to get enough and do my tasks for the day. Then the same phone call came. It was a customer from abroad named Mr. Frenkel, he asked to be updated on a number of details related to his order. I explained to him that the person handling his case would arrive in an hour, and he was welcome to call later, Mr. Frenkel didn't like the answer and said angrily: 'If the person in charge of my case is not there, I have no one to talk to with you,' I told him I would try to check, and I really opened his file, but I saw that it was very complex and I answered 'Sorry Mr. Frenkel, I have no way of understanding the latest moves in your case, I recommend you call in an hour, or the guy handling the case will get back to you..." "Not in an hour and never again. I need information now, and if there's no such information I'll look for another office that will take better care of my affairs," he slammed the phone!! I was a little embarrassed, I felt like I had done my best...
After about an hour, Avraham, Mr. Frenkel's contact, returned, and with him came the manager, it was the first acquaintance between us, we shook hands, he asked how I was doing, and gave the impression that he was very pleased with me. Then I turned to Avraham, 'Do you have a client named Frenkel?' "Yes, why?" 'Don't ask, he called about an hour ago, and he got very angry, he wanted details about his case, and I told him to call when you arrive because you're handling his case, and finally he slammed the phone' 'He said what?' The manager intervened in the conversation, and I unpleasantly tried to explain, 'I tried to help him, I opened the file and told him that I really didn't understand his latest moves, and I even promised to get back to him when his contact Avraham returned...'
The manager was very angry 'Mr. Frenkel? This is one of our most important customers, obviously he won't wait an hour, I would expect an employee like you to try a little harder, even if you don't understand the case you were supposed to make an effort and answer him' The manager tried to call Mr. Frenkel himself but he didn't answer... After five attempts, he answered, and asked not to be harassed on the phones, the manager looked very angry and left the office. It was clear to me that my time in the office was short... The whole thing happened on Thursday, on Friday there was no work, and then Saturday came. It's easy to describe how hard I had to work on Shabbat so as not to think about work and the future. I tried to smile and be happy, at our house the Shabbat enters prematurely, the children are smiling and wearing festive clothes, waiting at the door for me to go with them to the synagogue, the girls say to me with bright eyes 'Shabbat Shalom Dad' and my wife lights Shabbat candles whose light breaks and fills the whole house... And only in my heart – darkness and darkness, I tried to banish the darkness, I really fought, it was hard to believe me, after all, I was looking for a job for six months, what would happen? And in any case, I tried to remove the worry and focus on the joy of the holy Shabbat...
I used to study with the children a little after the evening prayers on Friday night in the synagogue, I tried to absorb the satisfaction from them and focus on the study, to be all with the children, and it was hard, I was immersed in thoughts that just came, I was fighting with myself but I got up and managed to let go a little and focus on the holy Shabbat and the children... On the way back from the synagogue, the son suddenly said
