The Battle Rages
Thursday, 26 January 2012
Something has gotten a hold of Peach. He can be the sweetest, most compliant, loving child. And then, like a flip of the switch, he seems subsumed by something sharper. Harder. Fiercer. Meaner.
It is…his Yetzer HaRa.
According to Rabbinic tradition, a child is born only with his Yetzer HaRa in place. His Yetzer Tov, that is, moral inclination, doesn’t appear until the child reaches the age of mitzvot. Bar Mitzvah age.
Holy smokes, Batman. That’s not for another eight years, two months!
This morning, as some frightening growl passed through his very depths, he sneered,
It is my Yetzer HaRa. It has taken over my whole body.
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Anyone who can recognize his Yetzer Ha-ra at such an early age is destined to become a spiritual giant, b’ezrat Hashem!
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