You shall keep My Sabbaths, and you shall fear My Temples, I am the Lord (19:30) (Sweet from Honey, Issue No. 27)

The salary was high and the hours were reasonable, so I could

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 to me: 'Dad, look, a little baby is walking around alone' The street was almost empty, and Shabbat songs could be heard from the houses, a two-year-old toddler was walking around alone, in his Shabbat clothes and looked completely exhausted, but he didn't cry and maybe that's why no one approached him. We waited for five minutes, no one came, we tried to ask for his name. He didn't answer and started crying. I understood that there was no choice, the responsibility was mine, I knew about a Gemach home for lost children located about a twenty-minute walk, I sent the children home, to let them know that I was delayed, and I took the child to the Gemach. When I got to the Gemach house, they told me that a few minutes ago someone came running and said that they had lost a two-year-old baby, and asked that if they found it, he would come and update them at a certain address. Since the address was on the way to my house, I suggested that I take the baby to them myself. I arrived at the address, went up to the family home, you could hear the worried voices from inside the house, I knocked on the door and who do you think is opening the door??? My manager (almost) 'Have you lost a two-year-old child?' I asked, he confirmed, 'It's my grandson,' 'He's fine,' I encouraged and returned the 'lost' happy grandfather, who 'just by chance' (just – what) was my boss, he didn't finish admitting it, 'How come no one noticed the baby? He was there for about two hours and only you found him? I explained to him that the street was full of people who had come back from the synagogues. And if the baby doesn't cry, no one thinks he's a lost child... We parted cordially and gratefully.

What can I say and what will I say, on Sunday I arrive at work, my friends shake their heads and share my grief, the boss is supposed to come and talk about new procedures, and probably fire me... He really comes, smiles at me like a good friend, the employees don't understand what's going on, he starts talking about the new work procedures, about standards and additions, and then he turns to me: 'I admit that I wanted to fire you, I really expect my employees to try a little bit more. But you know what? I found out that everyone makes a little effort in things related to him, and you have proven to be a little more effortless, in something that has nothing to do with you. You noticed a lost baby, and you stayed there, and you didn't leave it to

anyone, I can't fire you, my dear, you know how to make an effort, I have no doubt that you will learn to do it at work as well..." The guy ends his personal story and says: 'The manager thought I made an effort to bring the baby back, but I know the truth, the one who summoned me to this whole scenario was Father in Heaven who saw that I really tried, yes, I made an effort beyond human ability not to enter Shabbat Kadesh sad and worried, after all, G-d commanded 'And you called Shabbat a pleasure' I didn't want to disappoint G-d and be sad , I made an effort in honor of Shabbat and G-d arranged everything else: That I should find the baby, that I would return him to his family, and that I would give myself back the place of work... Everything is under private providence and with God's help...

And this is the answer to the question of why specifically on Shabbat and in the Temple it is said, "I am the Lord"? This is because to be holy means to be distinct and separated, and this is not always easy, and when G-d sees that you are making an effort and sanctifying yourself by observing Shabbat, and in "my temples you will fear," that is, in your effort to sanctify yourself as a Jew in prayer in a minyan, in setting times for Torah study, in self-control in times of anger, God promises you, dear ones, 'I am the Lord...' – faithful to pay a good reward to those who walk before me (Rashi, Shemot 6:2). From Abba in Heaven, may God merit Amen! Shabbat Shalom and Blessed!!