Faith Chases Out The Fear

Please see my new article in The Times of Israel called, “Faith Chases Out The Fear.

It’s interesting that faith and fear are incompatible and they cannot coexist. Where one is, the other is not. Just like the light chases away the darkness, so too does faith expel fear from our lives. When we believe that G-d is in charge of everything that happens, and that he loves us and ultimately wants what is good of us then what is there for us to fear?


No matter in what danger we find ourselves and no matter how scared we feel, we are not alone. The Master of the Universe is watching over us, waiting for us to raise our eyes to the heavens in faith, and to take a stand and do what’s right. If we do, then G-d will manifest himself to us and indeed “will carry, and will deliver” us.

(Credit Photo: Andy Blumenthal)

Problems Are Earthly

This was a saying that I really liked. 

“G-d is greater than you problem”

– Problems may seem like the end.


But G-d is the root of all BEGINNINGS!


– Problems may be overwhelming. 


But G-d is your HEAVENLY FATHER AND MOTHER!


– Problems may be big.


But G-d is INFINITE!


– Problems may be tough.


But G-d is ALL POWERFUL!


– Problems may be challenging.


But G-d has all the ANSWERS!


– Don’t let your problems get you down. 


See the bigger picture. 


Know you are not alone in the universe. 


Have faith that everything is in G-d’s hands and will be alright. 😉


(Source Graphic: Andy Blumenthal)

Touched By An Angel

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So the other night I dreamed.


And in the dream, an angel came to me and was over me as I lay down. 


The angel had it’s finger pointing at my head in the right temple area. 


The finger was all white and while I could feel it having a solid state, it was able to pass in a non-solid state, transparently through the surface and slightly into my head. 


I felt pressure applied there and almost like a healing feeling.


The angel was pure white–like a holy marble, but not like marble. 


It was majestic, slender, and tall.


It had white feathery wings that were taller than it’s body. 


It’s face was like an adult, but also like a child–it was both. 


Its feet were like a smooth and solid arch, and did not have toes.


The angel hovered over my upper body, head area, and was looking at me and touching my right temple–with care and love. 


It was absolutely clear to me that the angel visiting me was my dear, dear father. 


Although, I woke with a slight headache, I felt happy and at great peace by his visit.


The experience was caring, loving, holy and I was uplifted by it. 


With his unbelievably pure and giving heart, it was beautiful to see my father as an angel–this was him all along. 😉


(Source Photo: Andy Blumenthal)

Interned On The Aisle Of Man

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I found this amazing letter to my dad from 1940. 



He was interned during the war as a child with his mother in the Rushen Internment Camp on the Aisle of Man, a possession of Britain.



My father was only 12 years old, but already worked as a messenger for the camp Superintendent. 



Here is probably one of his first letters of recommendation for a job very well done. 



“On His Majesty’s Service”



How incredibly awesome for a child during World War II and the Holocaust. 



Love you Dad!



(Source Photo: Andy Blumenthal)

Eulogy For My Dear Father, Fred Blumenthal

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Today, we are here to commemorate my father, Manfred Blumenthal–Meir Ben Shimon Halevi’s passing. My dad was my father, my guide, my role model for life—he meant everything to me, and my words alone cannot capture my feelings of love, devotion, and gratitude to him.



My father was a deeply religious man and he was a tzadik (truly righteous person), and his passing yesterday on the Jewish date of Asara B’Tevet (the 10th day of the Hebrew month of Tevet) is a portrayal of his very belief system and of him as a servant of Hashem, always. 



On Asara B’Tevet, over 2,400 years ago, the Babylonian Emperor, Nebuchadnezzar laid siege to the holy city of Jerusalem leading months later to the breach of the city walls and then on Tisha B’Av to the destruction of the Jewish temple. 



The synagogue to my father was the surrogate for the Jewish temple, and he went everyday like a soldier, morning and night, to pray and serve G-d. In fact, some his most joyous moments, when I was a kid, was when we went together and I sat at his side in shule. 



To my dad, he loved Hashem, his family, and the community and was devoted to them in every way.  



Religiously, my dad not only went to synagogue to pray, but went regularly to multiple shiurim (Torah classes) during the week, served years ago on the Chevra Kadisha (Jewish Burial Society), did Bichur Cholim (visiting the sick), gave charity all the time, and made a beautiful Jewish home with my mother, Gerda Blumenthal, for us first on the Upper West Side of Manhattan, then in Riverdale, New York, and finally in Silver Spring MD.



My dad and mom loved Riverdale where we lived for over 20 years, yet when my wife and I and our children moved here to Silver Spring to make our home and work for the Federal government, my parents uprooted and moved here within the very same year to be with us.



No matter the hardship, my dad would do whatever it took. When he and his brother and sister (Sid and Ruth) and their parents (my Oma and Opa) fled the Nazi’s in Germany and made their way through Italy and England and ultimately to America, my father lost all his education, was interned on the Isle of man, and worked selling goods on the streets to help his family survive. 



The Holocaust deeply scarred my father, who was only a child when it happened, and interestingly enough these days, Asara B’Tevet is also the general Kaddish Day (memorial) for victims of the Holocaust, many of whose martyrdom is unknown. 



When interned, my father got very sick with a high fever for many days, and one day, the fever broke, and my father awoke and said to his family, “Today we are going to get our visas to America”–and that is exactly what happened.  



Miracles followed my father as well as his devotion to family…he worked for decades, as manager, in ladies handbags. Yet due to competition from overseas, the company finally closed, and my father was without a job, and my Bar Mitzvah was coming up. Even though out of work and not knowing when another job in that economy would present itself, My father believed and said, “Hashem will provide” and that we would still have the big event bringing me into my religious manhood as a Jew. It was a beautiful event and my father did get another job from a neighbor who sat right across the aisle from us in Shule who happened to have, a handbag manufacturing company.



I remember my dad working extra hard to put me and my sister Roz through Yeshiva, college, and even graduate school.  I remember him coming home from work and then going out again to work Bingo nights for the school to help them out. 



Despite tough economic times, my dad insisted that he pay for me to go to karate classes, which he knew I loved, and always put aside allowance money for me and my sister and then the grandchildren.  



For years my dad taught me to always do what was right, follow the Torah, and my conscience…he was the ultimate role model for me as a good, decent human being. 



When my mom was so sick with Parkinson’s disease, first at home and then at the Hebrew Home, my dad was again there like a soldier, all day long, every day, to sit with her and care for her with no thought at all to his personal needs or health. My mom passed away less than a year ago on January 13, 2014 (the 12th day of the Hebrew month of Sh’vat).



I remember so many wonderful times together from Shabbat meals and holidays, and celebrations like my wedding to my wife Dossy and Bat Mitzvah’s of our children, Minna and Rebecca and my niece’s, Yaffa. As well as challenging times, when one of us was sick in the hospital and my dad was there with me, again multiple times a day, to comfort me and help me—with no thought of himself. 



As a parent, I could go on and on about my dad, but he was also a good friend to so many of you in the community and he loved to talk with you, tell jokes, pray with you, have a meal with you, join with you at the shule dinner and so many other community events. 



Manfred Blumenthal, my dad, was a true servant of G-d and a loving father and grandfather who would and did do anything for us, including saving the life of my very wife, who had gotten ill a number of years ago.



Even though I would argue with my dad, I always knew he was right about things, and he would guide me no matter what.  



Now today, I stand here next to his casket…devastated at the loss.



I love you dad, we all love you and wish you peace, happiness, and countless blessings in the afterlife. You gave us everything and you deserve to be rewarded by the Almighty in heaven together with mom and your loving parents, Simon and Hilda Blumenthal.



I cannot say goodbye, just see you later where we can all stand together in heaven before Hashem!