Derekh Daily · Parashat Hashavua

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There was once a wealthy merchant named Reb Kalman who lived in a grand house in the center of a small European town. Kalman was extraordinarily successful, but his hand was tightly closed. Whenever the poor knocked on his door, he found a clever excuse to turn them away empty-handed, convinced that his wealth was entirely the result of his own genius. One freezing winter, a bitter frost settled over the region, and many of the town's poorest families found themselves without firewood or bread. The town's wise old Rabbi decided to visit Kalman to ask for a contribution to save these families from starvation. Kalman warmly welcomed the Rabbi into his heated parlor, offering him warm tea, but when the Rabbi brought up the plight of the shivering families, Kalman sighed and began his usual list of excuses.

The Rabbi did not argue. Instead, he stood up and walked over to the large window overlooking the bustling, snow-covered street. He asked Kalman to join him. Kalman walked over, looked out, and said, I see people, Rabbi. I see Yossele the water-carrier, shrugging against the cold, and the widow Sarah trying to keep her children warm. Then the Rabbi led Kalman to a large, beautiful mirror hanging on the opposite wall. Now, Kalman, look here. What do you see? Kalman laughed and said, Well, I see myself, Rabbi. The Rabbi looked at him with eyes full of gentle compassion. Think about this, Kalman. The window is made of glass, and the mirror is made of glass. But the moment you coat the glass with a little bit of silver, you stop seeing others and begin to see only yourself. Do not let your silver blind you to the human beings shivering just outside your door. The words pierced Kalman's heart. He looked at the mirror, then at the window, and finally at his own closed hands. He walked over to his desk, unlocked his safe, and handed the Rabbi a generous stack of rubles, choosing in that moment to scrape away the silver that had hidden his neighbors from his sight.

This story serves as a perfect entry point into our parsha this week, Re'eh. The parsha opens with a dramatic, breathtaking choice. Moses stands before the Jewish people and places before them a blessing and a curse, urging them to choose the path of life and connection. As they prepare to cross the Jordan River and settle into their permanent home, they must transition from a wandering, individualistic mindset to a highly intentional, communal society. Moses instructs them to destroy the scattered, chaotic altars of the land and instead centralize their worship in one sacred place chosen by God. This centralized sanctuary is not just for sacrifices; it is designed to be a vibrant center of joy, where families gather to feast, share, and experience the warmth of divine presence together.

The big idea here is that we are given the power to choose between a path of blessing and a path of curse, and the true measure of a blessed life is how generously we care for the vulnerable around us. This is the foundational Jewish principle of free will. When we read the opening verse, See, this day I set before you blessing and curse, we are being reminded that our moral life is not a result of circumstance or luck; it is an active, conscious choice. We are not just drifting through existence. Every day, every interaction, and every moment of decision is a building block for the kind of world we want to inhabit.

One of the most profound teachings in this week’s portion comes from Deuteronomy 15, where the Torah addresses the inevitability of poverty and demands a radical response. It tells us, Do not harden your heart and shut your hand... Rather, you must open your hand to them. In the original Hebrew, the command to open the hand is doubled: Patoach tiftach—literally, Opening, you shall open. Why this emphasis on repetitive opening? The Sages of the Midrash teach that this doubling means we must open our hands even a hundred times. Generosity is not a singular, heroic act that we perform once to satisfy our conscience. It is a spiritual discipline, a muscle that requires continuous, sometimes exhausting exercise. The Torah understands that our natural instinct is to self-protect, to hoard, and to fear scarcity. By commanding us to open our hands repeatedly, the Torah is giving us a therapeutic tool to overcome our internal resistance.

There is a deep connection between the physical hand and the spiritual heart. Often, we wait until our hearts feel inspired before we give. We wait for that warm, fuzzy feeling of generosity to wash over us. But the Torah suggests the reverse: by physically opening our hands—even when we feel hesitant, even when we are nursing the base thought that we cannot afford to lose what we have—we gradually coax our hearts to soften. The physical act of giving melts the icy defenses of the soul, transforming us from fearful accumulators into open channels of divine abundance. It is exactly like the silver on the glass in our story. When we hold onto our resources with a closed fist, we are looking into a mirror, seeing only our own needs, our own security, and our own bank accounts. When we open our hands, we turn that mirror back into a window. We see the world as it truly is, filled with neighbors who need our strength, our resources, and our presence.

This brings us to a tension that runs throughout the parsha. On one hand, the Torah demands centralized sacred spaces and absolute uniformity of practice—destroying local altars and enforcing strict boundaries—to protect the moral and spiritual integrity of the community from toxic, external influences. On the other hand, we know that true spiritual vitality and ethical choice require decentralization, local expression, and tolerance. If we enforce strict uniformity and harsh punishments to maintain community boundaries, we risk creating a culture of fear, dogmatism, and spiritual compliance rather than authentic, choosing individuals.

So, how do we balance these two? When we are building a community—whether it is our family, our synagogue, or our circle of friends—is it more important to enforce clear, strict boundaries to protect our core values, or to allow open, decentralized expression even if it risks watering down our shared identity? This is a question that hits home, especially in a world where we are constantly being pulled in both directions. We want our communities to be strong, rooted, and defined by a clear sense of purpose, but we also want them to be places where people can find their own unique way to connect with the divine.

If you are looking for a way to bring this into your home this week, I invite you to try a simple activity called the Open Palm Challenge. Place a small pile of table items—like coins, grapes, or almonds—in front of each person at your Shabbat table. First, have everyone tightly close their fist around their items and try to pass one to their neighbor without dropping any or unclenching—notice how stressful and defensive it feels. Then, try the same passing game with completely open, flat palms. Notice how much lighter it feels. Discuss how that physical open-handedness changes how you feel about sharing. It is a small, physical, and very real way to experience the spiritual command of Patoach tiftach.

As you sit around the table, consider this question: The Torah commands us not to harden our hearts when the year of debt-release approaches, even though lending money at that time means a guaranteed financial loss. Psychologically, why is it so easy to close our hands precisely when we feel our own resources or security might be threatened? How do we cultivate systemic open-handedness in an economic world that rewards self-protection? It is a heavy question, but it is one that gets to the heart of what it means to live a life of blessing.

There is a beautiful closing quote from the Midrash in Shir HaShirim Rabbah that sums up this entire theme: Open for me an opening as small as the eye of a needle, and I will open for you an opening as wide as a temple hall. We don't have to be perfect. We don't have to give away everything we own in one heroic gesture. We just have to make that first, tiny opening. We just have to be willing to crack the door open, to unclench the fist, to scrape away a little bit of the silver from the glass. Once we do that, the rest follows. The blessing isn't something we are just given; it is something we create through the choices we make every single day.

As we move into this Shabbat, may we have the courage to choose the path of life. May we find the strength to open our hands, to look through the window rather than the mirror, and to see the people around us with eyes of compassion. May our Shabbat tables be centers of joy, where we share not just our bread, but our hearts, and where we recognize that every act of generosity is a step toward building a world that is sustained by kindness.

I hope this gives you plenty to talk about and reflect upon as you gather with your loved ones. Shabbat Shalom to you and your family, and I look forward to joining you again next week for another look at the wisdom of our tradition.